My father

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

My father is an educated and noble man. Although he is not as rich as other parents, everything he has done for me is absolutely as good as or even better than other children.

Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying. He is usually busy at work, but in any case, he insists on greeting my study and life every day. Whenever I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to help me. Since school, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said, "No matter how busy I am, children will always be my first consideration."

Every weekend, I go to my father's work. Sometimes when I arrive, I can't bear to disturb him when I see him at work. I just looked at my old father, with a little white hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying. It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.

Father, don't worry, I won't live up to your expectations. When I grow up, I still clearly remember how to go home.

My second dad told me a story and wrote 350 words.

I like listening to stories. There are many strange things in it. Those beautiful and magical stories always bring me a lot of beautiful imagination. When I was a child, my mother always told me many fairy tales before going to bed, which made me full of yearning every night. Now I like to listen to idiom stories, which are interesting and philosophical and can make me understand a truth. Especially in class, I show myself for 2 minutes every day, and the students tell fables, which fascinates me.

On weekends, I decided to tell stories to my parents at home so that I could tell them to my classmates. On this day, after dinner, I walked up to my parents and said, "Hey hey, everybody sit tight. Let me tell you a story. " Dad doesn't believe that I can tell a story: "Go, go and study." Mom also said: "Asia, stop playing, do your homework and tell stories before going to bed." I looked at them discontentedly: "You don't respect me at all." Seeing that I was anxious and serious, my mother quickly turned off the TV and stood side by side with my father, watching me sit on the sofa in confusion. "I want you to give me advice. I am preparing for a wonderful 2 minutes. " Mom and dad nodded, looked at me seriously and began to listen to my story.

I stood in front of the sofa and introduced loudly: "Today, my story is called" A Castle in the Air ". Once upon a time, there was a man who was called a stupid rich man. One day … "It was quite simple to watch my classmates tell stories on the podium, but I found it was not like this when I told them myself. I finally, uh-huh, uh-huh (slowly) finished. "everyone laughs at stupid rich people ... my story is over, please comment on it."

My mother gave me 9.9, and my father gave me 9.7. "Dad, why is your score low? Tell me. " Dad said to me, "Think about it. When telling stories, I always look around, but I don't look at my parents. Is that telling us a story? " I can't feel it talking to us at all. Also, telling stories is not memorizing texts. Storytelling is about suspense. You have to create suspense through your confident expression, and it will be vivid and charming when you are integrated into your feelings. Look at you for a while, and others will lose their spirits. "Dad said I just uncomfortable all the things. I humbly accepted my father's instruction and asked him to analyze the key points for me. Then I muttered to them for a while. I told them again after I was fully prepared. This time, my picky dad also gave me a high score of 9.9. I am very happy. I still have to think about it and wait to tell my classmates. I also said to my mother, "in the future, you should not only give me praise, but also give me advice." Mom smiled and agreed.

I can tell a story vividly, and I am very happy. I find that sometimes criticism makes me feel more valued and happy than praise. I like this beautiful day.

My third father told me my childhood composition.

My father often tells me stories about his childhood. What I remember best is that one year, my father was only six years old, my grandfather was burning a kiln far away outside, and my grandfather lived in a kiln factory. One night in the middle of the night, when menstruation was about to be born, grandma asked her father to call him grandpa.

It's dark outside and I can't see my fingers. Dad bravely went out. Dad is holding a lantern in one hand and pulling his uncle in the other. In front of grandpa's house, a mad dog ran to his uncle's house and tried to bite him. Dad rushed ahead and beat the dog into the puddle of the kiln factory with a lamp. At this moment, my father and uncle shouted, "Dad, help! A mad dog is going to bite us! " "Grandpa ran out and killed the dog with an iron fork.

Grandpa, dad and uncle have gone home.

Fourth, the composition about fatherly love is 200 words.

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Remember that day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued. The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that father and daughter had quarreled before the earthquake, so ...

After listening to this story, I was shocked, I was moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.

Please remember:

When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk.

When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine. That time, because you didn't take medicine, you hit me, and your handprint was printed on my * * *, and I cried so sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.

When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, and you have been reviewing with me. I repay you, your academic performance is always among the best.

When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.

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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am () years old and have entered the school gate of (). Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head.

But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and warmth silently.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you. However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father.

Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories and listening to my sadness. ...

You are by my side, watching me grow up and learning to be strong and independent.

Father has always cared about me and protected me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain. ...

Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!

My father gave me 200 words of sunshine composition.

"Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life ..." I was very excited to hear this familiar and beautiful song. I thank my parents for giving me life and a warm home. I especially want to thank my father. I went to school with my father since I was a child. It was he who gave me a good learning environment with his hard sweat. Whenever I see my father running back and forth tired, I want to say to my father: Dad, I love you.

Dad, do you remember? That summer, when I was playing with my friends, my forehead was hit by a stone and blood gurgled out. You were scared and took me to the hospital in the heat. I woke up for a long time, and the first thing I said was, "Dad, it's okay. Don't worry. " At this time, you took a long breath. You pay too much for my study: you stay up late for me, you help me with my English every night, and my English score rises rapidly. ...

I have been in this world for 1 1 year. Every step of my growth includes my father's hard work and infinite love. I will keep every drop of every love in my heart. From now on, I will listen to him and my mother more, study harder, get into an ideal university, treat my parents with a grateful heart and go with a sincere heart.

There is no more selfless love in the world than fatherly love. Father's love is a sea, which gives me and my mother a happy harbor. Father's Day is coming, I want to listen to this song "Grateful Heart" quietly: Grateful Heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life, let me have the courage to be myself, grateful heart, thank fate, I also cherish it.

My father told me a story and wrote 450 words.

Father's face is square, his eyes are small, and his hair stands up like a hedgehog! Hee hee! When my father hears what I say, he will grin and stare and say, "Well ..."

Dad loves beer, that mouth! As soon as it was time for dinner, two cans of beer went down with a grunt. I couldn't help licking the beer with chopsticks and tasting it, which made my father like it so much! As soon as I get to my mouth, I grin with pain!

Dad loves eggs and fish noodles, so he pours garlic juice on them and eats them in a big way. A bowl of noodles snores, and it's all eaten in a few times! Reminds me of "Little Pig Sobs". When eating, "quack quack quack quack" and "grunt quack" rang, and the bowl was bubbling. From then on, everyone called the pig "Snoopy". I told my father the story of the little pig, and then I said to my father, "You happen to be a pig, too. Just ask the big pig to' snoop'! " My mother laughed her head off, and my father blew his beard and glared and said, "Well ..."

Dad loves to study, and their unit has exams every year. Like a pupil, he studies with a book every day! When the results were announced after the exam, he passed, and the star rating was again.

Seven dads told me stories and wrote 380 words.

My father loves me very much. When I am sick, he will take good care of me. He will encourage me and help me when I encounter difficulties in my study.

I remember when I was five years old, I was still in kindergarten. One day at noon, I suddenly felt dizzy and couldn't eat anything. The teacher found that I had a fever and immediately called my father. Father is at work, anxious and worried, and can't eat. He asked for leave to pick me up to see the doctor. The doctor took my temperature. My temperature is over 40 degrees. Father almost cried when he heard this. The doctor told him to pay attention to observation when prescribing medicine. My father is always by my side. He told me stories, fed me medicine, took my temperature and put a towel on me. A few days later, my illness recovered, but my father was ill.

Although my father takes good care of me in life, he is very strict with me in study!

In the second grade, I skipped a math class, but I didn't listen to the teacher's class at all. After school, I regretted and was afraid. When I got home, I took out my math exercise book and couldn't understand any of the homework questions. I just sat there thinking for over an hour. My father asked me what was going on, and I bowed my head in shame. I hesitated and told my father everything. Maybe even hit me. Unexpectedly, my father said nothing, just sat down and patiently taught me one question after another. At this moment, my heart gushed out like a clear spring. I listened carefully to my father's explanation and understood it at once. My father patted me on the shoulder, and I understood what my father wanted to say.

My father's love is like mountains and seas. I want to love my father as my father loves me, and take care of my father as my father takes care of me.

Baba gave me a topic composition of 100 words.

My father's habits have changed. He is very busy at work and seldom asks about my study. Sometimes, when I take a nap, he is still working. Now my father has become a good father who will tell me questions and always care about my study.

Once, when I was writing my homework, I heard my mother say to my father, "You should work less and give more lessons to your children in the future." Dad listened absently. He's still working.

Once I went home, I only heard my father's voice on the phone. His voice is too loud. My mother told him to keep it down. He just wouldn't listen. He called for an hour. I quickly said to my father, "Why do you like talking on the phone so much, but you don't like helping me study, making me progress and getting high marks?" Besides, I will take the mid-term exam tomorrow. How can I get high marks if you don't give me counseling? "Dad felt very reasonable after listening to it, so he told me all the questions in the wrong set, which was still very clear. After my math scores came out, I got a good score of 96, which was really good, thanks to my father's guidance.