Fragment description composition about father

Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.

Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".

Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. I ran in the street all day in winter, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers were wet with heat. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time. Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I go home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.

Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too. Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet. Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old?

In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever.

2. Piece of composition about fatherly love, although my father is very strict with me at ordinary times. But I know how much my father loves me. Dad's love is selfless and great.

One winter, it snowed heavily and I got pneumonia. My parents hugged me and ran to the hospital step by step. When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor handed his father a big iron plate and said, "Put the iron plate in your arms to cover the heat, and use it when the child takes a chest film later." Without saying anything, dad lifted his clothes and put the iron plate on his chest. Mom quickly stopped and said, "Sandwich vest." Dad said, "It's okay. I just hold it. Children should not freeze for a while. " It was so cold in winter that my father did not hesitate to put the iron plate directly on his chest. As soon as he put it on, his body trembled with cold, but he just frowned and made no sound.

That was when I was a kid. Up to now, whenever I think of tears, I will turn around in my eyes. But I will learn from my father's strength and not shed tears, turn the love my father gave me into a driving force for learning, repay my parents with excellent results, and repay their parenting kindness.

If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountain of father's love.

3. Looking at my father, he always seems so tall; Looking at my father, his shoulders always look so safe; Looking at my father, his face always seems so kind; Looking at my father ... I don't know since when, it has become a habit for me to look up at my father.

When I was a child, I was my father's sidekick. I was very active at that time, and I couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know playing with my father, holding his wide and warm hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and unwilling to let go.

Two round eyes looked at his father's back from time to time. Although my father is not very tall and straight, even a little stout, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength.

Looking up at my father's back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt my confidence doubled and even my head was lifted unconsciously.

The calendar at home was torn off page by page and replaced with one after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made a number of friends of my own. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father.

Looking up, I found my father. I learned to be like a child, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be-he was old! At that time, my father's body, which has always been tall and straight in my memory, has long been slightly hunched over by the burden of life, and his back, which has always been full of confidence, has also been smoothed over by trivial matters in life, making him look slightly hunched over.

When he passed me, he reminded me of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? Those are a pair of hands that make me completely strange.

The shocking blue veins on my hand beat my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm shook my soul. Yes, I am growing up and my father is getting old.

My eyes are moist and my nose is sour. My father bought me everything with his love, his health and everything today, but he never complained.

We had some rebellions in adolescence, which made the two generations have more generation gaps and hardly had time to talk to him. But my father is working hard for us silently, and his back is a little lonely. Maybe he didn't expect anything. Seeing my growth, he was comforted by his inexpressibility. This is his happiest thing.

As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if I talk to him, I always say I have no time. Looking up at my father again, I know that my father's devotion and love to me are worth looking up to and returning with my life. In my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can surpass.

4. There is a kind of love, which is silent and serious, and it is often impossible to elaborate at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It is a boundless fatherly love.

Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, intoxicating; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people naturally fresh; Just like a bonfire, it is warm but daunting, and it is easy to get excited.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the boredom in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart. Father love is everywhere!

Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your strong backbone; Even a literary master can't describe your indomitable spirit. Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children!

If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my father would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and making me hesitate; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my father would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I were a naughty little fish, my father would be a green lake, which, while containing my naughty willfulness, also spread my happiness like ripples ... Father's love is the wind, which blows away all your troubles; Father's love is a quilt that makes you feel warm; Father's love is stinky tofu, which tastes bad but smells good in his heart; Father's love is a hero because he is great! Father's love is a mountain that surrounds us tightly so that we won't be hurt. Father's love is air, and no one can live without him. Father's love is a ship, carrying us to a bright future; Father's love is sunny, gentle and bright, which makes people feel extremely comfortable. Father is a stream, a river and an ocean. This is why my father likes monsters. It's embarrassing to express it. Neglect of propaganda, but lofty and heavy; But fatherly love has always influenced us in a unique way. Because of the greatness of love, we ignore the existence and significance of fatherly love. Therefore, father's love is as high as the mountain and as wide as the sea.

If I were a grass, then my father would rot under my roots with his own flesh and blood, and let me grow sturdily; If I have feet, then every road I walk has gravel paved with my father's body, which makes me more practical; If I can stand up, then he must be standing on his father's shoulder.

If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountain of father's love. Father's love is real, without flowery words and affection. Father's love is very heavy, not directly expressed, and sometimes it feels like punishment. But father's love is in my heart: the deepest impression, the longest prescription, the most astringent feeling and the greatest benefit. It is a high mountain, and the children will always be protected by it.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, asking for nothing in return; Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.

In the paragraph describing my father, I said, "Dad, you go."

He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "

I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up.

Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go.

It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway.

He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears.

I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms.

When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, then picked them up and left. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him.

He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed.

After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " "I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "

When his back was mixed with the crowds coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

6. My father likes this composition. My parents conquered the world. I have a hardworking mother and a strong father.

They all love me very much. I love them too.

The only thing that disappoints me is their meddling. But when you think about it, they are nosy and do it for my own good.

I remember one time, I took the initiative to write a composition of more than 1,000 words and sent it to Shangdang Evening News, and took 30 yuan for the manuscript fee. When I got home, I only thought my parents would praise me, but I was scolded by my parents when I got home.

Since then, I have never sent a composition to Shangdang Evening News. I still remember one time, my father became my most admired and admired person in this world.

The thing is this: during the period of giving love, my father went to the square to donate blood. During that time, I was nervous, so my father gave blood once at a time, and the observers still insisted.

How great my father was. He once taught me to say, "Daughter, grow up quickly and donate blood when you grow up.

You know that. Donating blood once can save a person's life. Even if you keep donating blood, someone will donate blood to you when your life is dying, and then you can truly appreciate that kind of affection and help.

You once donated blood for others, which would save thousands of lives. You are the greatest person! I remembered what my father said. Mother's comfort is unforgettable.

My teacher and mother take care of me every time I get sick. Every time I wake up, I see my mother. You said that she said to you in the rain, "son, take an umbrella and be careful not to get wet."

She said to you in the wind, "son, mother hugs you so that you won't catch cold." Guess what? My mother takes care of me more subtly than her own body.

And she always said to me, "Son, if I don't do this, I'm not qualified to be your mother!" " Ah! Mom, you are the cloud on my head. Dad! You are an umbrella above my head! You laid the world for our children! ! ! The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us.

Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted.

The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents. The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "

Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time.

And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain.

Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child.

They told me stories about the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bunker bombing in Dong Cunrui ... They told me that we should be careful, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... What is all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully.

Take every day as an example! Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me.

Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents.

7. To describe the fragment of fatherly love, it is often said that fatherly love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature. When I was a child, my father was a symbol of severity. My father really wants to help me get rid of all my bad habits. Father often said, "You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly.". Now I will finish reading this touching article "Father" with tears in my eyes. This story is cruel: 1948, a father took his daughter. The ship suddenly rocked violently, and my father accidentally fell down. The knife went into his chest and my daughter screamed with fear. Father smiled and said, "Nothing, just a fall. "Then he got up slowly and wiped the blood on the knife with his thumb unnoticed. For the next three days, my father still put his daughter to bed every night and tied a bow to her in the morning, but he was weaker every minute than the previous one. On the eve of the ship's arrival in America, the father said to his daughter, "Please tell mom that I love her." The daughter asked inexplicably, "Why don't you say it yourself?" He smiled. When the boat arrived in Hong Kong, my daughter recognized her mother at a glance and shouted, "Mom!" " "At this time, there was a loud scream around. When the daughter turned around, she saw her father fall on his back and his chest was covered with blood. . . . . . A great father died so tragically. Father protects his daughter by prolonging his life. He created a miracle of life for three days, and his only strength was his father's love. Although the knife pierced his heart accurately, he stubbornly lived for his daughter for three more days! The father did his duty to protect his daughter before his death and died without regret. Poverty inherits the wind! Every father has his own way to express his love for his children, which is silent, vigorous, meticulous and caring, but all of them express a kind of love that can touch the world-fatherly love. Maybe you think that your father is busy at work and doesn't care enough about you, but who can deny that his father expressed his father's love with silent care? Maybe you think your father is too wordy and asks questions every day, but who can say that his father doesn't care about you in every way? The answer is: no one can! You can say the story is dramatic, but the deep love is true. I think it's good to play' ~'. You should be able to use''''