My father's composition in senior three.

In daily study, work or life, people often come into contact with composition. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. So how to write a general composition? The following is dad's composition in senior three, which I helped you sort out. Welcome to share.

My father wrote 1 in the third year of high school, and when the cool wind came, I couldn't help shivering. When I got up and closed the window, a few drops of rain wiped my face, but I touched a scar on my face. The past gradually came to my mind ... as long as I can remember, I knew my father didn't like to talk. In summer, neighbors sit together and chat, and he just listens. Speaking of bright spots, only his silly laughter. Mom is ill, and dad is responsible for all the work at home and abroad. The years are ruthless, and my bones have long been deformed.

Father often goes out to work and has no time to discipline me. It is because of unrestrained childhood that some bad habits have been nourished. Often go to other orchards or vegetable gardens with neighbors to steal things. Whenever I bring "trophies" home, my father asks me, and I always disdainfully say "stolen". The veins stood out on my father's face, so I apologize to others without saying anything. Naive, how can I understand the pain in my father's heart? Maybe our relationship has been cracked since then.

I admire people who are addicted to the world of drunken money. They exude a decadent beauty. It is a kind of free and easy, free but not sacred beauty. I like to call it art, as wild as rock music and as unrestrained as graffiti. I think people between these two realms must have rebelliousness incompatible with the secular world, but this kind of rebellion can only be compared with those who dare not give up their heroic dreams and are overwhelmed by reality and hesitate to advance in the face of "freedom". Sad to the end, helpless to the end.

Until one day, he went out to work as usual. Before he left, he asked me to take care of my mother. I ignored him and walked away. Not long after he left, friends from the village came to my house to watch movies. I went into my mother's room. My mother is fast asleep. I closed the door quietly and left. After the movie, it was dark. I hurried home, but I didn't find my mother in bed. I am anxious to find her familiar figure and breath. My neighbor came to see me and said that my mother was ill in hospital. I ran to the hospital with tears in my eyes and saw my mother lying quietly in the hospital bed. I seemed to hear her breathing evenly, and the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.

My father walked into the ward and pulled me out of the ward with an angry face. Go to the end of the corridor and say, "I told you to look after your mother, but you ran out to play." Are you worthy of your mother? " If Aunt Yang next door hadn't come to our house to borrow things and found your mother out of bed, I'm afraid you'd never see your mother again. "I originally wanted to refute him, maybe because I was rebellious since I was a child, or maybe because I felt guilty about my mother. I said nothing, but my father heard me. He said angrily, "Why are you such a child? It's really disappointing that you are still unconvinced. " "Why do you only talk about me? How much have you taken care of your mother? " I yelled at him. My father was shocked at once, and tears swirled in his eyes. I clearly saw his veins standing out suddenly, and then he suddenly picked up his cracked palm covered with dry cocoons and hit me in the face. Suddenly, a terrible pain made my tears gush out. I covered my cheek and stared at him ruthlessly. Father stepped back a few steps, staring at his hand full of years of sadness. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and I ran out of the hospital. I was greeted by a storm. I ran home, squatted in the corner of the room and cried. I put down my hand covering my face, only to find that my father had staggered up to me, crouched down slowly, stretched out his bruised hands and touched my face gently and carefully. I looked at him blankly, and my face became tender. When I was flattered by his delicate care, I found my father getting smaller and smaller. I feel sad and guilty for this sudden discovery. The distance from love to love is not far away, but we grow too slowly and discover it too late. Thinking of his father leaving early and returning late every day, he lost too much for his mother and his family. Tears of regret fell out again, and fell into the depths of my soul, washing my heart. ...

Looking back suddenly, my memory is so clear that I can still feel a slight pain in my cheek. Although it is only a small scar, it adds more color to my life. Bitter and sweet, I can't do it. He gave me more warmth and comfort when I was lonely. I know that I have always been very happy, and there is someone who will always accompany me.

My father has been trying to write about my father for a long time, but he has reached the tip of the pen many times and lost his way. Now he finally understands that the greatness of fatherly love cannot be clearly expressed in words and words.

My father is a very ordinary person. When his name is mentioned, everyone will use "that's really an honest man" to describe it. My father lived a hard life since he was a child. My grandfather raised these two brothers by himself. When I grew up, I joined the army and was later assigned to work in a thermal power plant in Shandong. Later, Shandong Power Construction Third Company was established, and he became an employee of the company.

I remember my family was still in the countryside when I was a child. When I came home from school one day and saw a clean yard, I immediately thought it was my father coming home from the construction site. When I ran shyly to my father's side, he always touched my head and said, "I've grown taller again." He took out some sweets and smiled and said, "Let's eat with my brothers and sisters." We three brothers and sisters always ran away happily, sharing the sweetness with the good friends in the village, and the happiness is still fresh in our memory.

My father doesn't talk much. In my childhood impression, he was always so capable. At that time, my mother was alone at home with our three brothers and sisters. Maybe every time I go home, my father has to do the work he has saved for months. When I woke up one morning, my mother would tell us that my father had gone to work at the construction site again, and our three brothers and sisters began to look forward to my father's early return, hoping that sweetness would come soon. When I was a child, my father left me with the impression of a clean yard, new clothes on my body for the New Year, and firecrackers filled by my brother in a small wooden box, which attracted many children of the same age to envy. There is also a delicious New Year's Eve dinner made by my father during the Spring Festival. At that time, I thought my father was so great. He made our childhood happier than other children, although sometimes we didn't see him for a long time.

When I was older, my father took me to a construction site near our home, which made me see the magic of the tall chimneys and water towers of power plants for the first time. Icicles will be hung in winter and water curtains will be hung in summer. My father often takes me to see trains carrying coal. We sat high and watched the trains come and go. My father always pointed to the coal covered with iron and said to me: this kind of coal is the raw material for power generation in power plants, and the equipment inside can convert it into electricity. With electricity, we can do many things. ...

Listen to my father. I thought it was amazing. I have grown up. When I was in the first phase of Weifang construction site, I also worked as a power builder. Because of my father's early education and infection, I am no stranger to the life of electric power construction, and I quickly adapted to the work and felt the happiness. My father taught us from an early age that we should be serious, practical and love each other in our study and work. At the beginning of maintenance, it was my father, an early master, who taught me some knowledge about the use of tools and instruments, which made me often praised by my classmates in my work.

On my first month's salary, I bought a dress for my father, which is much more fashionable than the one he often wears. Father smiled and held it in his hand. At that time, I saw his eyes were red, and he didn't say a word, just touched my head.

Year after year, from maintenance to operation to file management, the position has changed again and again, but my father often teaches us not only to love a line, but also to be good at it, so I take my work seriously every time I change my position.

My father has the habit of reading newspapers. He reports to the company from the Ministry of Electric Power. If there is anything delicious, dad will talk excitedly with his family while eating. This is when dad talks the most. He kept the habit of reading newspapers until he retired. The telegram in our house has never been broken. He wears reading glasses to continue reading. I admire his seriousness. The company generates electricity there, the company goes abroad, and the company wins awards. I got a lot of news from my father.

When I got married that year, my father gave my hand to another man and told him to treat me well. That day, he touched my head and smiled happily at us. On the day I came home after marriage, my mother told me that my father was drunk on my wedding day, talked to my mother a lot and cried. I couldn't help crying after listening to it.

After retirement, my father joined the company's prestige gongs and drums team, and he always enjoyed himself for a few days every time he came back from the performance. The company set up an elderly security team, and he volunteered to sign up, and the waste heat was intermittent.

In recent years, I suddenly found that my father was old, his hair was gray and there were still a few spots on his face. At the age of 70, he buys fresh vegetables and fruits for his family every day. He always tells us that your mother and I are your strong backing. We will take good care of ourselves and your children. Work hard and let us know when you get good grades.

This is my dear father, who has given us happiness and happiness. I wish him eternal health.

My father remembers you at 1986.

Black hair and thin body, carrying wrinkled linen bags on their backs, set foot on a harsh hometown.

That's you under the oppression of poverty, standing in the hot sun, hiding the world.

-Preface

After I went to college, I became more and more ashamed and thought I was in the sky. I don't know how many times better than you who didn't graduate from primary school. Slowly come into contact with family affairs, only to know that you can't reach a finger.

Mom said I was spoiled by you since I was a child. You had me when you were 2 1 years old and held me on your shoulder every day. On my first birthday, you bought me a small bike with your hard-earned salary from 50 yuan. At that time, you were just a small foreman in a hotel in Zhuhai. A year later, you went to Gree Electric, and then you wandered back to Zhuhai, occasionally feeling a little lost. Your colleagues who said you would stay in Gree are all shareholders of Gree now, but you didn't seize the opportunity.

You often teach me that money is earned after thirty. Before the age of 30, you can have no money, but you have to travel to many cities to learn how to be a good person.

When I was in primary school, my family was poor, too. At that time, you went out at four every day. In order to make a living, you still drive a truck along the cliff of Hengshan Mountain. You are beaten black and blue by cunning locals in other places, and even hail as big as eggs is still pulling goods outside. Many people covet the present scenery of our family, but they don't know how much blood and sweat you spilled at the beginning.

You are grandpa's youngest son and the least likable. In this huge family, the existence of our family of four is like a plaque in the side hall of the magnificent back door compound, which is neither painful nor itchy. However, you love your grandparents most. In 2008, the sudden heavy snow blocked the highway back to my hometown. On the morning of New Year's Eve, you stubbornly said, "If the roads are clear, we will still go back for the Spring Festival tonight. Grandparents are so old that they have to go back to accompany them. " When grandma was buried, the villagers nearby made trouble by encroaching on their geomantic omen. The uncles hid aside one by one, and you stood in front of the grave and shouted angrily, "If any of you want to get close, I will fight with him today." I was so scared that I burst into tears. I'm afraid their ruthless hoe will hit you.

The day before the college entrance examination, you and your mother came to see me at school. My mother said this was your most leisurely afternoon in recent years. An uncle in the middle called you to pick him up. The first time I heard you say, "I'm busy now." Please take a taxi yourself, and I will reimburse the fare. " My brother and I deeply despise taking the workers back and forth every day: how easy it is to give them money to take the bus by themselves! However, you denounced us: "People's hearts are not made, but bought with sincerity." I wonder how much it costs to entertain relatives from all walks of life every year. On holidays, I have to ask my mother to cook a table of hometown dishes to entertain my uncle at the construction site. Even if someone comes from your hometown early in the morning, you should drive to pick it up yourself. You always warned us: "Without them, there would be no home today."

Lin's project was short of money, so you made it without a penny left. That weekend, I went home to get money, and my mother complained that even the money for dinner in our family was borrowed from my aunt.

16 years old, quarreling with you too often. Bought me some fancy and fashionable new clothes. You threw them away in a rage and had a cold war for several days. Because I stubbornly want to give up my studies and pursue my artistic dream in the north, and you are reluctant to contribute. When you grow up and polish yourself in society, you will know that your life is not easy. Every inch of your money is on the cutting edge, and even the leg injury that has been ill for many years is reluctant to spend money on treatment.

The days we traveled together were pitiful. The only thing that impressed me was a photo of you accompanying me in the spaceship in Pearl Paradise. You put all your enthusiasm and hope on me, but you mistreated yourself. I get together with my elders and they all say I look like you. I remember when I filled in my volunteer, I wanted to travel to the north and want to report to Harbin Normal University. You didn't dissuade me, but reminded me: "If you insist on going north alone, you will pay ten times more than you are by my side." I proudly pushed back: "Even if I beg there, I don't want to live under your aura." My waywardness and paranoia are exposed in front of you, which is the so-called symbol of youth.

Today is Father's Day, and our 20 years of dribs and drabs come to mind. You said that the building in the sea area of Phoenix Mountain has the best feng shui, that Mitsubishi's car is the most comfortable, and that your own FRP works must be better than those of foreigners at the Canton Fair. I hope I can become stronger and stronger, so that one day I can help you realize all your dreams.

Whose youth is not an aria of alternating blood and tears,

I will come naturally one day.

Thank you for your tenacity, filial piety, loyalty and lofty sentiments, which have left a deep imprint on my shoulders.

This document is for my father.

Senior 3 of Guangdong Ocean University Law School: Hou

Every time I read the word "father", I will see a middle-aged man with dark skin, stains all over his body and prominent veins in his limbs. His image of sunrise and sunset is deeply engraved in my mind.

My father is a working people who deal with Chinese herbal medicines all the year round. His daily job is to mix with all kinds of medicinal materials, such as licorice, poria cocos, turtle shell and tortoise plastron ... I often hear the names of these medicinal materials from his mouth, so that I know a lot of Chinese medicinal materials at an early age.

My father's meticulous and conscientious working attitude has a far-reaching influence on me. It is said that when you enter the Houmen Gate, it is as deep as the sea, and when your father enters the Medicine Gate, it is as deep as the sea. Father's daily work revolves around a pile of Chinese herbal medicines-washing, drying, cutting, frying and bagging, and every step strives for perfection.

The weather is my father's biggest concern every night. The different weather directly affects my father's work order, so that my family's calendar has traces of my father's records every night.

Look, my father is busy again. Maybe last night's weather forecast showed that it would be sunny today. My father got up early to go to work.

Father changed his work clothes and went to the warehouse without eating breakfast. I saw him move the herbs that needed to be washed today to the tap one by one, and then pour them into a big plastic basin for washing herbs, and then his father either brushed or wiped them.

Father is very picky about washing herbs. Different medicinal materials have different requirements for scrubbing. Some herbs can only be kneaded slowly. Some medicinal materials can be stirred with water and changed frequently. Some medicinal materials need to be carefully brushed with a toothbrush. some ......

But the cleaning of most medicinal materials is similar. Pour the medicinal materials into the basin first, and then rub them directly, quickly, in case the medicinal materials are soaked in water for too long, and then rub them hard and they will easily disperse. When the medicinal materials are clean, my father will rub them again slowly, as if they were treasures in his hand. Sometimes he will put them in front of his eyes and study them carefully, and sometimes he will take them under his nose and smell them well. In the process of scrubbing, my father also picked out bad herbs from the basin from time to time. In my father's words, "only good medicinal materials can have good effects, and so can people." We must pay attention to weight and efficiency when doing things! "

Don't think it's over. No, the next step is crucial-drying.

Good sun exposure is beneficial to the preservation and utilization of medicinal materials. My father drained the washed herbs first, and then transported them to the clearing that had already been cleaned. They were laid one by one, but they could not be stacked together. It looked like a large group of small ants sunbathing in the clearing. These herbs should be exposed to the sun for four or five hours every day, and may be completely dried after three or four days. During this period, they need to be spread, flipped and scattered constantly, so that every angle of each medicinal material can be illuminated by sunlight. In my father's words, it is "rain and dew are all stained, so don't favor one over the other."

Father often turns around in this temperature, which makes his whole skin black. After drying, basket and slice. Father often said: "Different medicinal materials are cut into different thicknesses, so we must not be careless. Cutting too thick is easy to cause waste, and cutting too thin is easy to break. This must be borne in mind. Cutting medicinal materials is just like being a human being, so you should pay attention to your discretion in everything. "

Sometimes, my father will ask me to feed the babies, let them take a bath, take care of them and enjoy the sunshine. But when it is cold, I will find various reasons to sit by and watch my father wash the baby. When it is hot, I will make up an excuse to stand under the eaves and watch my father turn over herbs. No matter which season, my father can always treat medicinal materials as always, and his eyes are shining. Father said, "Do things from beginning to end, and don't give up halfway."

Looking at my father's attentive expression, I asked him curiously, "Dad, how much do you like this job?" Why don't you shout tired? " Father said meaningfully: "I like it if I like it." If you do something, you must love it, so that life can be interesting. " . But sometimes there are still some regrets. If I had studied hard and gone to college to choose my favorite pharmacy, maybe today I could make these herbs play a greater role and maybe spare more time to accompany you. "After hearing what my father said, I nodded thoughtfully. ...

Ordinary father, dutiful father, meticulous father, my father, you are one of the tens of millions of working people in Qian Qian. Even if you don't spend much time with us, I know that this is not only your conscientious work, but also your responsibility and responsibility for your family. You taught me the experience of struggling with difficulties and the truth of being a man, which made me thrive.

I love you, my father.

When I was 2 years old, my biological father left me and this world because of illness. So my father has no impression in my memory, and the appearance of my stepfather is my eternal memory.

Stepfather was born in a mountain village, and his family was poor. He has two brothers, an elder sister and a younger brother. At that time, his parents preferred boys to girls and only sent their three sons to school. So my father also went to school. But I haven't graduated from primary school yet. /kloc-when I was 0/0 years old, I accidentally fell into the river. Fortunately, I just fell onto the river bank and was not washed away by the river. My father suffered from permanent encephalopathy because he had no money to treat the disease. So my father has been in poor health.

Usually, fathers are no different from ordinary people. He is tall and thin, strong and able to work. But once you get sick, you fall to the ground directly, foaming at the mouth and groaning in your mouth, which makes people feel distressed.

The first time I saw him sick was when I was 8 years old. I woke up at midnight. His mother is always by his side. Fortunately, I was ill in bed and didn't fall to the ground. Mom has been crying in a low voice. Put the pillow under dad's head to avoid hitting the wall. I saw this scene, as if I had grown up overnight.

Father will get sick if he is overworked. After that, I did my own thing and never asked adults for help again. Of course, I have to take care of my younger brother, who is four years younger than me, so that I can feel at ease. Let parents rest.

My parents don't have much education, and they are new farmers who moved from the Three Gorges. They don't understand many things. My mother was introduced by the government and my father was in poor health. My mother was worried that he would get sick in the factory when he was tired, so she didn't agree to let him go to work. So my father became a freight forwarder, helping people move things. Although the working hours in this job are shorter than those in the factory, it is also manual work.

In summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and people hide in their rooms and blow air conditioners, unwilling to come out. Father is going to move goods outside, mostly feed. A bag weighs 100 kilograms, so carry it into the house by hand. Every time I finish my work, I sweat profusely. When I got home, my father took off his clothes and wrung out a big basin of water. Sometimes he is so tired that he can't eat until he has a rest. So during the summer vacation, I took on housework such as cooking, washing clothes, taking care of my brother and raising chickens.

I am always sad to see my father tired. Father is a thrifty man. Simple and honest, never eating snacks. In winter, the weather is dry, and my father's hands, which have been working for many years, are cracked and many small cuts are made. I bought him a bottle of hand cream. He said seriously, "I don't need it. Why waste it?" Don't buy it in the future. "But I can clearly see the joy in his eyes. I know, I will be happy.

Winter is also the season I am most afraid of. I will have chapped lips and bleeding silk. When I came home this weekend, my father handed me a lip balm and said softly, "I think girls use this." You have a severe cleft lip. Wear it every day. " I hold it happily, full of happiness, and it's good to have a father who loves me.

Father's birthday is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, which coincides with Qixi. On this day every year, I will cook several dishes that he likes. His favorite is fried peanuts sprinkled with pepper and salt. This salt and pepper is not bought, it is a unique secret recipe of my family. It is complicated to operate, but it is absolutely authentic salt and pepper. He will put one in his mouth, chew, smack his mouth and take a sip of white wine.

Father can't cook. Let him do it. He only eats noodles. He is not easy to cook. Last time my mother hurt her hand and I couldn't do my homework, so she cooked it herself. Fortunately, instead of eating noodles, he fried a portion of cabbage and potatoes. The taste is ok, but it's not nearly as good as the food my mother and I cooked.

I didn't do well in the senior high school entrance examination. I have applied for the clothing major and want to work early to reduce the burden on my family. My parents are a little angry. The tuition in secondary vocational schools is really too expensive for my family. But before school started, my father silently handed me a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills. He didn't say anything, I know, this is his hard-earned money.

After attending the secondary vocational school, every weekend when I go home, my father will wait for me at the station. Seeing the familiar figure, I ran away. He would say, "I'm worried about coming back so late." "I told him that after school at 3 o'clock, I waited for the bus on the road and didn't dare to stay in the street for a moment.

As long as I can remember, my father has never held me in his arms. A simple and honest father is always busy. In his opinion, I can have a good meal and put on new clothes. It is his concern and love for me that can make me study with peace of mind. I am sitting in the classroom writing this article, how can I feel at ease? I can't stop thinking about his efforts to support his family.

On the surface, my father is a very serious person and seldom laughs. But my honest father, who is almost dull, did a lot for me. If the hearts of parents and children are two isolated streams, I think once the rivers meet, the torrent of love will flow.

In a blink of an eye, my father was in his early forties with white hair. Wrinkles crawled on his face. Father's reaction is slower than when he was young and his strength is not as good as before. Yes, my father is old, but love will not grow old.

I love my father. After learning my major well and earning money, I will try my best to make my parents live a happy life.