How does dad write a composition by profession?

1. What is my father's occupation? My mother is a doctor.

My mother is angels in white who protects people's health. She has a neither tall nor fat figure, and her eyes are full of love for me.

No matter how busy my mother is, she takes time out to help me study every day. For my healthy growth, she cooks delicious meals for me every day. One night I had a cold and a fever, and my mother was afraid that I would delay my homework the next day. She gave me injections, took medicine, took my temperature and stayed up all night, guarding me. It's terrible to get angry with my mother who cares about me so much and loves me so much. One day, when my parents came home from work, I climbed onto the windowsill to say hello to them. My mother saw me standing on the windowsill and rushed in front of me. She also hit me and said, "How dangerous it is to stand on the windowsill! What if I fall! " Although I feel wronged, I deeply feel my mother's love for me.

Motherly love is an umbrella in the rain, and my wet face is under the umbrella; Motherly love is a childhood ballad, which never grows old in memory. I will study hard and repay my mother's great love. Mom, I love you!

2. How to write a composition about my father's hard work? 1. Father Qing Xiang, home is the best harbor. Many times people will say that my mother is the only one in the world, and I agree with this statement, but my father is also a tall image in my heart forever. Father is always so regretless, and sometimes he seldom complains when he is tired. I just like to relax myself with wine. I often see such a scene: my father curled up on the sofa and fell asleep after drinking, and everything on the table was not cleaned up, so I had to work. I want to say that my father is different from others. I dare not tell him every time I get sick, because unlike other dads, when a child is sick, he will naturally be anxious and worried, but his father will scold me and say me. I don't even listen to the call to put on more clothes … so that sometimes I have to go to class when I am sick. Sometimes, I feel wronged. Why do you blame me for being sick and don't care? However, after a long time, I will not feel wronged and blame my father. I still remember when I was a child, when I was still in primary school, my first task was to study hard. Whenever I have a holiday, I don't know what to do. So, I'm the top of my class. I still remember that time, the final exam was coming, and I was very concerned about my grades. Every night, my father will watch me fall asleep by my side, and sometimes chat: I: Dad, the final exam is coming, I don't know if it will be too late. Dad: Hehe, it's too late to work hard. You can take a closer look ... Me: Hmm ... I ask this question again and again every night. But dad won't feel impatient. I don't know if there are many things that shouldn't happen in this family. I smiled happily and cried sadly. I remember I was sensible a long time ago and I was easily satisfied. Even if someone wants to give me something for free, I won't take it. Slowly, I became introverted. Some people laugh, but when I see you chatting with others, I feel nothing. A: Hehe, I don't understand. Why is it such an emotion when chatting? ) Dad taught me a lot. I grew up under his discipline. When you are disobedient, you should fight (remember that slap … so red, so painful, so sour). When I hear about it, I will praise it if I should (remember that I was happy when my father's thumb stood up for me). This is my father, my dear father. Because … he is my father … Chapter 2: My father has a small head, big ears, a beer belly, small eyes, a strong body like a calf, and a charming smile on his mouth. This is my father, a humorous father. My father doesn't ask much about my grades, but only asks me to listen carefully in class and do my homework carefully. When I go out alone, my father always tells me to be careful when crossing the road. Don't read books or listen to songs when walking. Although I'm tired of listening, my father is doing me good after all. Do you want to know what my father is like? Don't worry, listen to me slowly! In an exam, I just wanted to hide my test paper from others. I have been guarding others everywhere like a mother hen, but I have done so-so. I didn't know the test paper was put away, but I thought I would get a hundred points in the exam. I am full of joy waiting for the test paper to come down. After the papers were handed out, I found that I only got 89 points. You know, my mother has always been very strict with my study. I have to get 99 points. Not to mention 89 points. I went home with a nervous mood. Sure enough, when I got home, my mother scolded me and I began to cry. After my father came back, he learned something and told me that failing in the exam doesn't mean you don't study well. Let's analyze why you make so many mistakes. The end result is carelessness. In the next exam, I remembered what my father said and checked it again after finishing it carefully. I ran home with joy, and my father's face showed a happy smile, which made me very happy. Once I ran around on the road, which was very dangerous. Father told me to go back, frowning. I wanted to find some answers from my father's face, but his appearance was really scary. Then I said in a critical tone, if you dare to run around on the road again, I won't let you go out to play again! I was so scared that I nodded again and again! If dad goes out, there seems to be less active air in our house. When my father is at home, my humorous father and I will always start a world war (loquacious). The war is often caused by my father, but I am fully armed. I like my father because he is a humorous father, and he won't put on airs in front of others. This is my father-Duan Xiaohui! My father My father has an oval face, big eyes, double eyelids and a high nose. He has dark skin and muscles all over. My dad cares about me. I remember once, I covered the quilt and began to sleep, but after a while, I felt very hot and pushed the quilt away. Because I didn't close the window, the cool wind outside blew on me and I felt very cold. Dad came to see me. He pushed open the door, saw my uncomfortable appearance and touched my head. Dad knew I was ill and went to find cold medicine at once. He prepared the medicine, then poured a cup of warm water, gently helped me up and coaxed me into drinking it. I drank the medicine obediently and then lay down to sleep. Dad didn't go away, just sat by my bed, looked at me quietly, and thought to himself, "I am so happy that dad is so kind to me." I must repay my father's love for me in the future. That night, my father didn't sleep and has been taking care of me. My father is really hard. This is my father, a caring father-Kong Tao. Chapter four: My father, my father, has a handsome head of hair, a round face and a high nose, just like a lovely one.

Today is Sunday, the weather is sunny, and I usually get up at 9 o'clock on weekdays. I finished washing and dressed early today, just because I have to go to work with my mother today.

The road in the morning is not smooth all the way. I went to her company with my mother once in the evening, and the 20-minute drive at most was extended indefinitely today. I jumped up and down in the passenger seat.

When I arrived at the company, I greeted a bunch of my mom's colleagues and couldn't wait to turn on the computer, but my mom put a stack of handwritten manuscripts next to the computer.

"Well, I didn't come to work for fun. I can only surf the internet after I finish my work. " My mother pointed to the manuscript and told me.

"There are so many words. Why so many? " I looked at this dense manuscript in small print and couldn't help complaining.

"This is work. What are you doing in the company when you don't work? " My mother looked at me a little depressed. Explain to me.

Looking at my mother's slightly serious face, I sighed and had to start working. After all, the only thing I can help now is typing.

I was close to 1 1 when I typed. I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself. I was just hungry, but my mother didn't mean to eat at all.

"Mom, it's 1 1 point. I'm hungry. " Seeing that she didn't respond, I had to take the initiative.

"The rule is 1 1: 30 to eat, so wait." My mother was dealing with what she was doing and said to me without looking up.

I had to look back bitterly and watch it online for a while.

At noon, my mother left the group and took me to Pizza Hut. But I haven't finished eating yet. I have work in the afternoon.

"There will be a manual. Please look for typos and help me. "

Being bought by food, I had to nod, smiling silently in my heart, and spent an afternoon for food.

The afternoon work is not very heavy. It only took me 1 hour to finish it all.

After playing online for a while, my mother put down her work, packed her bag and prepared to go out.

"Mom, where are you going?" I feel strange that there should be no work to go out today.

"I have something to do temporarily, and I want to go to South Station for delivery. People are in a hurry. " Mom was busy and went downstairs with her car keys in one hand.

Mom will be off work soon when she comes back, so she can go home late.

As in the morning, the traffic was blocked again, and my eyes were sour and astringent, so I tried to look at the green.

Then my mother said, "Are you tired today?"

Of course, I'm tired without thinking. How can I not be tired? If I were at home, I would only need more than 2 hours to finish my homework. I don't rely much on computers. I usually sleep in the afternoon to replenish my strength. Today, this is not the case.

"Mom does this every day." I think I heard my mother say in a very light voice.

I'm not particularly familiar with this road, but my mother passes through it every day. She works every day, gets up early every day, faces the company computer every day, types every day and checks every day.

Mom's day trip to work came to a successful conclusion.

4. How to write the composition of parents' occupation It is very meaningful to do some housework within one's power during the holidays to reduce the burden on parents.

Today, I suddenly decided to help my mother with the housework ... The kitchen at home is really bad today. In a word, it's really a mess, but washing dishes belongs to my "ability" housework. So this job is spread over my head.

Tap water gushed down, beautiful white porcelain bowls enjoyed the bath of running water, oil stains were wiped off, and porcelain recovered its original delicate luster. After washing the porcelain bowl, the oil stain returns to your hands, and then you go to the faucet to wash it. The running water reminds me of the philosophy of life.

As a result, monotonous washing dishes becomes emotional and interesting, hands are moving mechanically, but my mind is full of thoughts. Washing the dishes once and experiencing a "spiritual journey" made me feel comfortable physically and mentally, as if I had washed them again.

There is a glass door between my kitchen and living room. Over the past year, it has experienced vicissitudes, and the stains on the door are even more varied. Looking at this glass door, my head is big, because my mother gave me such a "difficult" task. I had no time to think about it, so I immediately picked up a rag and wiped it on the glass door. Being busy is a pleasure. Then I wiped the detergent off the door with a wet rag, and the glass door suddenly showed its true colors. Finally, I polished the glass door with newspaper.

Oh! Two doors suddenly lit up, and I looked indescribable happy, because I helped my mother lighten another burden. After a job, my back aches and my legs cramp.

Watching my mother busy in the kitchen, I realized how difficult it is to be a housewife. I can't do all these things, let alone my mother. I think, as long as I have time, I will help my parents do housework, lighten their burden and make their burden less heavy.

5. How to write my father's composition in 600 words? My father has a shaved head, a high nose, a pointed mouth, and a medium build, holding the general's belly, just like a battle-hardened general with heavy responsibilities.

Dad is a man with a wide range of hobbies. He likes sports very much, whether playing football or table tennis is first-class. He also likes to collect ancient copper coins and foreign paper money or coins. He is a typical table tennis fan. He wants to read all about table tennis, whether in newspapers or on TV, and he will never get tired of watching it. So now he knows everything. I tried several moves with him at home, and he beat me three times and twice. He spiked, killed, chopped and sometimes hit a beautiful whirlwind ball. I'm not kidding, just watching.

One day, he didn't come home from work. I went to see him. I guess as I expected, he is in the gym. He really plays table tennis in the stadium. I saw his figure from a distance. He threw his coat aside, his skirt pulled high and his hair was dripping with sweat.

He is playing table tennis with a big brother! Winning, his hand stretched out a "V"; When he failed, he gritted his teeth. It took a long time to see me.

He asked me to stand next to him. Who knows that this station stood for a long time, and it was not until the sunset that I reluctantly left.

No, the Olympic Games have started this year. He also cares about many Olympic programs like the contestants. Dad is also an excellent repairman. Everything at home is broken, and he repairs it again and again. Sometimes, even the repairman can't do anything about household appliances. Dad looked at the instructions and observed its internal structure. He took it apart in the east and put it in a suit. It didn't take long for the household appliances to be safe and sound, and the neighbors looked for him if they broke something.

Well, one day, while he was still taking a nap, he heard the car outside making a wrong sound. He immediately looked at the window and found that it was really his neighbor who was worried about the car! Dad hurried downstairs with pliers, tweezers and other important tools. When the neighbors saw him, they immediately laughed and called him "Ding Ding" and "Zhi Ya Zhi". Dad started to work. He repaired a part in a short time, took out a hammer and knocked it skillfully a few times, then fell down. When something was broken, he pulled it out with a nail puller and replaced it with a new one. He climbed into the car to see the fuel tank and opened the back cover to see the safety.

Although his hands were dirty, like a coal puller, he still smiled happily because he did another good thing. This is my father, a loving and helpful father. How can I not love him? My father is a teacher in an art primary school. He teaches sixth grade Chinese and is also an assistant to the headmaster. He is very busy.

Let me tell you a secret. He laughs so hard! Once, I joked with him, and he laughed so hard that the whole house would collapse. He likes to laugh when he is bored. He touched the back of his head and smiled for a while, and his troubles would be relieved.

He will also greet people with a smile, which makes people feel particularly concerned. My father's greatest advantage is his agility, such as typing and correcting homework.

One day, Teacher Yang asked me to give my father the lesson preparation book. I took the book and ran to the academic affairs office. Oh, dear! Don't say the door is closed, there is not even a soul. Well, I don't want to worry so much. I rushed to the sixth grade office where my father had been going. There were many people in it, but there was no father. Panting, I asked Teacher Tu, who said, "Your father was grading homework just now. Let me have a look. If he doesn't finish the approval, he will definitely come back! " "As a result, he turned to me and said," Wow! Your father moves so fast! "I think he must be correcting homework at the teacher's place.

I went to my father's classroom. No father, only one sister. She said, "He was here just now. Now he has to correct our homework and leave!" "I ran to the bottom and saw my father coming in a hurry, with a mobile phone in his hand. I heard my father say, "hello, is this Mr. Wang?" "I'm going to class three for a meeting. Please cover for me. Thank you!" I hurried to the academic affairs office and saw my father printing something in front of the computer. I gave my notebook to my father and said, "I'm exhausted because you walk so fast!" " "My father is like this. Dad, dad, good dad, good dad, I have a good dad ... whenever I hear this song, I will think of my father.

Dad is 40 years old, with a flat head and bright eyes. Dad is a soldier, so he still retains some military styles.

Dad always encourages me when I am helpless and tired, and gives me a warm harbor of strength. Once, I was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized.

It was only half a month before the final exam, and I was worried about my study. Dad seems to see my mind and accompany me to make up lessons every day.

Whenever I wake up, I always see my father's haggard face, and sometimes I cry quietly when my father changes the urinal. Finally, three days before the final exam, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

In the final exam, I did better and got the third place in the whole school. There was a gratified smile on dad's face.

Because my father is a soldier, he is also very strict with me. But he never hit me or scolded me, but taught me patiently.

Once, I failed in the exam, and the total score of Chinese was only 150. I want to go home. My father will hit me, but he doesn't.

I just said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come again next time. I won't blame you as long as you try your best.

Summarize the reasons for this failure and try to get a good score next time. Failure is the mother of success. I will always support you. "

Of course, there are no perfect people in the world, and my father is no exception. Dad loves drinking and often gets drunk. He vomited and vomited when he was drunk, and he was unconscious.

My mother and I always take care of it. I wish dad would stop drinking.

This is my father. He is one of the most grateful people in my life; He is the closest, most admired and admired man in my life.

I love my father. I have a good father. I remember a song "Good Dad" that I loved to sing when I was a child.

6. How to write a writer's composition about his father's composition?

My father is an old driver who drives an engineering car. He is tall and strong, with a height of 1 m 8 and a weight of about 200 kg. His face was tanned by the sun because he often worked in the fields. Dad has a pair of small eyes on his big face. He likes to laugh. When he laughed, his eyes narrowed into a thin seam. Because my dad loves to laugh, his colleagues gave him a nice nickname "Great Joy".

Because dad has dark skin and small eyes, he has made many jokes: when dad was in primary school,

Once in class, he was listening attentively when the teacher suddenly stopped him and said, "Don't sleep in class!" " "

Father said with grievance: "Teacher, I didn't sleep, I was listening." ..... another time,

When mom and dad took wedding photos, the makeup artist had already painted dad's face with thick powder.

But after entering the studio, the photographer still said that it was too dark to shoot, and asked the makeup artist to powder it.

I took it and threw it in my dad's face. The photographer joked, "What do you do?"

Yes, why is it so dark? At the beginning of the photo shoot, the photographer saw that my dad didn't laugh and said, "groom,

Smile. "My dad smiled, and the photographer looked at it and said," You'd better stop laughing, because you can't find your eyes.

It is on fire. "After listening to these two things, I have a stomachache with laughter.

Dad works very hard and is often away from home on business trips, so as long as he is at home, he will treat me and

Mom is very caring and considerate. One Sunday morning, my mother and I both wanted to sleep in, Dad.

Dad got up and said, "Go to sleep, I'll buy breakfast, and get up when you come back." dad

After I left, I discussed with my mother, "When Dad comes back, we will pretend to sleep." Dad's back,

We closed our eyes and no one moved. Dad guessed that we were pretending to sleep, so he told jokes himself.

We try not to laugh. After a while, my father said, "It's just right for me to eat KFC early today."

I ate it all by myself. "I can't help it. I quickly said, "I get up, I get up! "Dad, look at me.

Mom didn't respond, suddenly put her cold hand on her neck and froze. "Ah!"

Jump up. Our whole family laughed into a ball. This is my father, black, tall and fat.

Although she is not good-looking, she is always cheerful, easy-going and gentle. Dad loves us, and we love Dad even more!

7. Father who loves work My father loves work. My father is in his forties this year. He is an ordinary policeman. Because his father is often exposed to the sun, his skin is dark and even a little old, but I admire my father because he is very responsible for his work.

I remember one time, it was very hot. I think my father is still guarding. How sexy my father is. I really want to see my father. I went to see him by taxi. I saw my father from a distance. Father's clothes are all wet and stick together tightly.

I rushed to buy a popsicle for my father and gave it to my father who was on guard. I walked happily on the road with popsicles, thinking that my father would be happy if I bought popsicles. I went to the place where my father stood guard, stood on tiptoe and said happily to my father,' Dad, it's so hot, please have a popsicle!' Unexpectedly, my father said angrily,' Go down quickly and don't disturb my work! Say that finish, dad still stood there than straight command. When I heard this, I was very angry, just like throwing cold water on me. I think it's very kind of you to call me when I kindly sent you an popsicle. Don't eat me! I strode home angrily.

When I got home, my mother gently said to me,' What's the matter, who made you angry?' I snorted and said to my mother,' It's dad. I kindly sent him an popsicle, and he called me! Mom smiled, touched my head and said to me,' How hard dad works! Whether it rains or snows, he has to stand guard every day. It's hard! After listening to my mother, I understood my father. In the evening, my father went home and bought me a big bag of delicious food. My father smiled and said to me,' Sorry, daughter, I shouldn't have said that about you in the morning. Come on, my father bought you your favorite potato chips. You can eat them! I ran over, hugged my father and shed tears. I said to my father with tears in my eyes,' Dad, I love you!' .

8. My father's composition My father is in his forties this year. He is an ordinary policeman. Because his father is often exposed to the sun, his skin is dark and even a little old, but I admire my father because he is very responsible for his work.

I remember one time, it was very hot. I think my father is still guarding. How sexy my father is. I really want to see my father. I went to see him by taxi. I saw my father from a distance. Father's clothes are all wet and stick together tightly. I rushed to buy a popsicle for my father and gave it to my father who was on guard. I walked happily on the road with popsicles, thinking that my father would be happy if I bought popsicles. I went to the place where my father stood guard, stood on tiptoe and said happily to my father,' Dad, it's so hot, please have a popsicle!' Unexpectedly, my father said angrily,' Go down quickly and don't disturb my work! Say that finish, dad still stood there than straight command. When I heard this, I was very angry, just like throwing cold water on me. I think it's very kind of you to call me when I kindly sent you an popsicle. Don't eat me! I strode home angrily. When I got home, my mother gently said to me,' What's the matter, who made you angry? I snorted and said to my mother,' It's dad. I kindly sent him an popsicle, and he called me! Mom smiled, touched my head and said to me,' How hard dad works! Whether it rains or snows, he has to stand guard every day. It's hard! After listening to my mother, I understood my father.

In the evening, my father went home and bought me a big bag of delicious food. My father smiled and said to me,' Sorry, daughter, I shouldn't have said that about you in the morning. Come on, my father bought you your favorite potato chips, you can eat them!' I ran over, hugged my father and shed tears. I said to my father with tears in my eyes,' Dad, I love you!' '