People often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not entirely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water.

Every time in winter when the wind is cold and the snow is falling, I can't help but think of my father who would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.

On the way out of school, the cold wind whizzed through my cotton-padded clothes, and snowflakes fell on my face and hands. There was no coolness at all, and it froze every nerve in me.

Dad glanced at me and didn't say anything. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked in front of me, silently shielding me from the cold wind and the heavy snow flying in the sky. A warm current spread throughout my body, thawing my cold nerves.

Although my father is very thin, he looks like a tall giant in the wind and snow. He is extremely powerful and makes my heart feel particularly solid and satisfied... After returning home, I and I Dad always has a knowing smile.

Now that I have grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in the winter, but sometimes I will beg my father to stand in front of me and cover me. This feeling is really beautiful...

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This midterm exam was really bad, the math paper was 120 points, but I only got 87 points. This is not true! How I wish this wasn't true, but it's a pity that it is true. After the math curls came down, I felt extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.

I walked home dejectedly. I didn’t even raise my head until I got home. I am willing to tell my father about my studies, because my father understands me better than my mother and has a more appropriate education method, so this time I still explained the situation of the exam to my father as always.

I stood stiffly in front of my father and said squeakingly: "Dad...this exam..." I choked and didn't know how to say it. But my father said to me with kind eyes: "The results are not good..." I couldn't help the tears in my eyes...

"It's okay. As long as you work hard, you will definitely be able to take the exam next time." Okay, I believe my daughter can do it."

Although my father's words were short, they relieved a lot of the burden on my heart. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I went to bed at night, my father's words lingered in my mind and accompanied me into sleep...

Dad's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. Mom and Dad have given everything to me. We cannot express our gratitude in words. We can only prove it with actions and express it with our hearts.

Dad’s love is not a cowardly love like grandma, nor sweet and nagging like mother. His love is unknown, invisible like air, invisible, but essential. .

Personal composition My father composition

My father is plain in appearance, with a pair of very elegant intellectual glasses on his big nose, and a small but small buttocks under his thick eyebrows. Bright eyes. Dad is not tall, but he has a big belly, and he often laughs at himself: "'A big belly can accommodate all the things that are difficult to tolerate in the world.' What's wrong with having a big belly!"

Dad But our family's living treasures and pistachio, I really don't understand where he comes from so much humor. I remember one time when we were eating, my mother joked: "Dad, for your hard work, I will reward you with a small shrimp." After saying that, she gave my father a small shrimp. I saw my father responded seriously to my mother with a small shrimp. He was saying: "Don't eat it with the shell, eat it with the shell off!" My mother and I laughed. Think about it, can a small shrimp skin be peeled off? Another time it was even more funny. My father gave me and my mother a bodybuilding performance, and said that he would only perform for us. I saw him shaking his body fat and imitating various movements of bodybuilders, which made my mother and me fall to the ground laughing. My stomach hurts! If you want to talk about Dad's happy things, you can tell a lot of things.

Dad has a humorous side, and of course he also gets angry sometimes. There was a midterm exam. Because I was too careless, I did many simple questions wrong, and I did not do well in the exam.

When Dad found out, he immediately raised his eyebrows and stared at me like a cat chasing a mouse. It made me jump with fear. I thought a storm was coming! Before I could continue to think about it, I had already received a hand from my father on my forehead, and my forehead suddenly felt painful. "What do I usually tell you? When you do the questions, you must read the questions clearly, do them carefully, and check carefully when you are done. You promised well, but when it came to the exam, why did you still stick to the old one? You put it What do you mean by my words?" Dad scolded angrily, pointing his finger again, and his forehead hurt again. "Do you still think that you did very well in the exam last semester and you are still very good now? Do you know that the arrogant soldier will inevitably lose?" Dad was still training. At this time, my father was definitely an angry bull, and I was often "gotten" by him until I screamed wildly.

My father is another person who dares to admit his mistakes. Once, the mother of a classmate in our class called my home and told my father that I hit her son at school. My father put down the phone, pointed at me indiscriminately, and criticized me like a storm. There was no chance to explain. I was so wronged that I couldn't control my tears all of a sudden. Later, my father called some of my good friends to learn about the specific situation. As a result, my good friends all testified that I did not hit anyone, but on the contrary, I was trying to persuade others not to fight. Later, the classmate’s mother called again and said that I had been wronged and had nothing to do with me. At this time, my father said to me with a shameful face: "Son, my father has wronged you. It was my fault. I apologize to you." A father who dares to admit his mistakes is also a lovely father.

My dad is ordinary, but in my eyes, he is great. I love my dad deeply, and I want to repay my dad with excellent academic performance.

Composition My Father

When I was a child, I liked to play with "wild" children, but my mother did not allow me to run around and jump around. So, my childhood was very peaceful. Almost nothing worth remembering.

My father and mother have completely different personalities. He always says: "Child, let him play!" This is exactly what I like about my father. Now it seems that he is an educator and psychologist, and he understands my thoughts completely.

When I got older, my dream finally became a reality, and it was my father who made my dream come true. He always said: "You can do whatever you want." Once, I was attracted by the archeology program on TV, and my father said: "You will become an archaeologist in the future." From that day on, I dreamed Become an archaeologist.

As I got older, I began to like singing and music. My father bought me a lot of musical instruments for this purpose. First it was the guitar, I could only play randomly. Later it was the violin, and I indulged myself in it at home every day. Then there was the electronic keyboard, which was a birthday gift from my father. I love it, but after I entered junior high school, my academic performance was not good and I had no time to play. My mother was firmly against me playing the piano. She said, "You have to study hard and go to an ordinary university. Even if you are talented in music, it will be useless. Forget it." Although my father encouraged me to study music, he was no match for my mother. , so the electronic keyboard was sleeping at my house.

Now, my dream is gone. I only have a goal, which is to be admitted to the County No. 1 Middle School first, and then to a good university three years later. I don’t know what my future goals are.

My father once said that the greatest goal in life is happiness.

Dad, can I achieve my goal?

My Father's Composition

We have too many choices, but the only ones we cannot choose are our parents. On the contrary, it is the selfless and great love of our parents that chooses us. They gave us the single most important thing in the world, and that is life. They gave me the opportunity to appreciate the warmth and warmth of humanity in this colorful world and enjoy the joy and happiness of life. They gave me meticulous care and kind encouragement.

When children are happy, the parents are the happiest. When children are depressed, the parents are the most concerned.

The love of licking a calf is deep, and the love of parents is as deep as the ocean! Therefore, regardless of the social status, knowledge level and other qualities of our parents, they are our biggest benefactors in this life and people worthy of our eternal love.

Don’t always complain that our parents give us too little. We should be grateful to our parents. It is our parents who gave us life. It is our parents who worked hard to raise us, take care of our lives, teach us how to behave, and worry about us who are ignorant. In the face of the selfless love of parents, no matter how beautiful the words are, they are pale and powerless. As children, what reason do we have not to be grateful to our parents? Why are the songs "Mother in Candlelight" and "Go Home Often" so popular across the country and remain popular for so long? Why does the article "My Father and Mother", narrated by Huawei President Ren Zhengfei, arouse strong excitement among working professionals? There is no doubt that this is the deep gratitude to parents buried deep in people's hearts.

Only a person who knows how to be grateful to his parents can be considered a complete person. Learn to be grateful to your parents, treat your parents with a grateful heart, and communicate with your parents with a sincere heart. Don’t take it for granted that your parents do anything for us. They have brought us to this beautiful world. He is great enough and raises us up. He pays for us silently without asking for anything in return. We should stop asking blindly.

Be grateful, thank your parents for every little bit they give.