Eighth grade father's composition

In the usual study, work and life, when it comes to composition, everyone must be familiar with it. Composition can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative according to different genres. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following are seven compositions written by my eighth grade father, which I carefully arranged. Welcome to share.

Speaking of my father, he is really very different from the average father. Other fathers are generally dignified and demanding of their children. Although my father is not demanding of me, I can only obey unconditionally because I am a standard princess and my daughter is the father of my baby.

In other people's homes, most of them are in charge of accounts, and the mother washes, cooks and does housework. But in our family, it's completely different. All the dinners in our family are made by my father. I remember one time, my father went out and my mother cooked for the first time. The result can be imagined. I ate instant noodles for three days. When my dad came back that day, I immediately hugged him and told him with a runny nose and tears how I was "bullied" by my mother. My spoiled father immediately put down his luggage and went to the vegetable market. An hour later, the table was full of my favorite dishes. From then on, my father sat firmly in my irreplaceable position.

Among peers, dad should look younger. Hee hee, just look at what he wears! Fashion coat with jeans and casual shoes. Sometimes I often tease him: "Wow! Dad, were you a handsome boy when you were young? ! ""Well, am I very old now? Of course he is handsome. Otherwise, can you catch up with your mother? I think I defeated many competitors in those years! " Alas, like father, like daughter, my narcissism may be inherited by my father! And whenever I tell my mother about my dad's narcissism, my mother also sincerely sighs: "Yes! He often does this. He used to look at men's clothes every time he went shopping. "

After listening to this, my mother really wants to verify it.

One Saturday, I dragged my dad to go shopping together. My dad didn't like what my mom said and gave me some advice from time to time.

I'm a little tired after shopping all day. My father invited me to a restaurant for dinner. While eating, I asked, "Dad, my mother told me that every time you go shopping, you go straight to men's wear, but why did you accompany me shopping so much today?" ! "

"Alas ..." Dad sighed. "I used to go shopping and ignore your mother because I was too selfish. Now I feel it's a pity. Now I'm shopping with the princess. Of course, I'll try my best! " After listening to my father's words, I think he is sincere and I am very moved. For the sake of his daughter, he got rid of bad habits for many years. I really appreciate him!

I really want to say to him, "handsome dad, I love you!" " "

Eighth grade father composition 2 Dear father:

Hello!

I want to write you a letter. Dad, in my eyes, is a strange and familiar noun, which seems to have not appeared in my dictionary for a long time, only a cold noun. For many years, those grievances buried in my heart have been cut by time.

I haven't called your father since I was a child. It may be years of accumulation. You, my father, will abandon me from the moment I was born until I was three years old. I was brought up by my grandparents. When I was ten years old, I didn't know whether your conscience was condemned or not, and finally appeared in my field of vision. But when you show up, the first thing you have to do is divorce, which is already a shabby home. You broke it so mercilessly, maybe it's good to get rid of each other. Every time you give me something I don't want, I see that there is no cold money, and that father's love doesn't belong to me, but to the child in my stepmother's belly. You disappeared in my childhood, and your money can't make up for that memory.

Finally, I sincerely wish you and your family happiness.

I haven't heard my father snore for a long time. My father's annoying snoring once bored me. Now think about it, in fact, it contains a lot of fatherly love. ...

The days when my father slept and snored were the most difficult time in our family. In order to provide for my study, my father worked as a coolie on the construction site from the countryside to the county seat. My father came and went in the rain, and he rushed to the construction site before dawn every day, dragging his tired body home until late at night. I can't even wash my face when I enter the door. I climbed into bed and fell asleep with my head up. Gradually, my father began to snore, and it became louder and louder.

When my father sleeps, he always puts his black hands behind his hairy head, and his Adam's apple keeps shaking, and thunderous sounds rush out of his half-opened mouth, which makes me extremely angry.

I remember that when the final exam approached, I was often made sleepy by his snoring, and I often secretly rejoiced that my father didn't work overtime at night.

One winter night, my endurance broke through the limit and I finally shouted at my snoring father. Father woke up with a start, opened his sleepy eyes and looked around. Suddenly, he understood, sighed apologetically, then quietly opened the door and went out.

The room was quiet, but there was a cough outside the room, which made my heart tremble suddenly. I quietly opened the door and saw my lonely father, with his back bent and a cigarette in his hand. My body turned white by the moonlight. I was shocked and stood with my father for a long time. ...

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle. Three or four years have passed, our life has become more and more rich, and my father has entered the age of no doubt. Now he rarely snores, and even if he snores, his voice is very low. I think my dad snored at that time because we had a hard life. However, now every quiet night, I often think of my father sleeping.

I can feel your breath, like the moon at noon. I can't see it, but I know it's always there. -inscription

"I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. Every time I leave, I always pretend to be relaxed, say home with a smile, turn around and cry ... "Isn't this song a portrayal of all great parents?

Dad, what can I give you in return?

From the day I was born, I knew you had been taking care of me. From that moment on, did you spend all your love on me? As long as I can remember, you have been busy, just to let us live a happy life. You have spoiled me since I was a child. I am what I say, and you have never opposed what I do.

I like watching you busy for me when I am sick. That feeling is really happy. When you were ill, I was at a loss and nothing could help you. You always pretend to be relaxed and say that you are fine. I am always fooled by you. Now, I'm not that stupid, but you always scared me when I was a child. Dad, don't be brave. I know you are in poor health. It doesn't matter. I can take good care of you when I grow up.

I have never observed you carefully, only to find that your black hair is mixed with a few white hairs; Never pay attention to you, only to find that the years are still ruthlessly engraved on your face. Whenever we stand together, people always say that we are brother and sister. At that time, you smiled brilliantly. ...

Dad, what can I give you in return?

You always pay for us, give everything for us, but I have never thought of anything to repay you.

I once read an article: "It was my parents who hung up later". That night, I spoke to you on the phone. I told you to hang up. You said, I'll hang up first. At that time, there was a warm current in my mind, and the liquid gushed out of my eyes-the person who hung up later was the one who loved you the most. Perhaps many people have never paid attention to this detail, but this article is true. Every time I get off the phone, I always hang up in a hurry and never pay attention. That day, after the phone call, I didn't speak, just waiting for you to hang up. A few minutes later, I didn't hear you hang up. Are you waiting for me to hang up like me? I asked tentatively, "Dad?" "hmm." "Are you still there?" "hmm." "Then why don't you hang up?" "I'm waiting for you to hang up." "You hang up first." "Nothing, I'll wait for you to hang up first." ..... In this way, we were deadlocked for a few minutes. I didn't speak, and you didn't make any noise. After a while, I looked at my mobile phone and was still on the phone. I know you are waiting for me. Finally, I couldn't help it. I hung up first. This reminds me of the past-I've always wanted to hear your voice and call you from time to time. Every time I ask you to hang up first, you are always waiting for me, and we have been deadlocked for a long time. Finally, I hung up first. ...

"Time is slow, don't let you grow old, I am willing to use me to switch your years ..."

Dad, what can I do to repay your love?

What should I use to repay your efforts?

Tell me, what can I give you in return?

Can I really never repay you for everything you have done for me? ...

In the northern cities, every spring, yellow sand will fly all over the sky. I'm used to it. I still clearly remember that my father came to pick me up after school at noon that day, but I accidentally saw an old woman in rags with an iron box in front of her, kneeling and kowtowing to passers-by. Looking at the grandmother kneeling in the yellow sand, even though she was white-haired, I flashed a trace of pity and wanted to give her some money, but after seeing the indifference of others, I gave up the idea. "No one else has given money, why should I be the first?" This idea drove me to speed up the pace of leaving. But I didn't take two steps, and I found that my father was not beside me. I turned around and found my father looking for something. "Dad, what are you looking for?" I quickly turned and ran to my father's side, gently pulled his sleeve and asked in a low voice. "I want to find some money for that old man over there. How much money do you have on you? Hold it first. " Dad said in an irresistible tone. "ah? How do you know if that old woman is cheating? Besides, no one else has given money. Why should we be the first? "

Although I deeply understand my father's stubborn temper, I still try to convince him. "Even a lie, there must be inevitable difficulties. Besides, if I am the first person to help the elderly, others will follow suit. " Dad paused and then said, "Also, remember that all men are created equal and no one should be given alms.". If you give him money, it's just a help. " "All men are created equal, and no one should be given alms." I murmured my father's words, which belonged to my father's motto. At that moment, that sentence was deeply rooted in my heart. "Facing everyone with an equal attitude" has become my goal and my standard for myself. Every time I think of that old woman, I will think of the motto my father said to me in the yellow sand sky. ...

It's another rainy day, and the air is filled with gloom, as if my heart is heavy. Suddenly, a thin figure rushed out from the rain curtain. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my father.

My father left me too many unforgettable memories.

Father is a simple farmer. He has no gorgeous appearance, no prominent position, and no luxury of spending money like water. Only a pair of thick and thin hard-working hands. His beard is like the stubble of a new harvest, and his khaki face is covered with wrinkles, like a deep ditch plowed in a field.

Father is a person who is not good at expressing himself. He seldom talks at home, but once he does, it's his words. My brother and I are afraid of him, and my father is the authority in the family. But my father was not like this before.

My former father was a very kind man and was very kind to me. I remember when I was a child, my mother said that my father would help me fish every day. Every time I eat fish, he carefully cleans the bones and then feeds the meat to my mouth. The happiest thing for my father is to watch me eat with a big mouth. But one day I got a very serious illness, and according to the medical conditions at that time, nine times out of ten it was hopeless. But my father went around seeking medical treatment for that one-tenth hope and was busy outside. Finally, my weak life survived. But my father has changed-his cheeks have grown, his eyes have deepened, and his strong and cheerful father has become less talkative.

After many years, my father is still very thin. But deep eyes reveal 100% care for children. Only then did I understand how great and selfless it was for the father's love of one tenth!

Father is a man from a poor family. That extraordinary experience left a deep impression on him all his life-poverty, hardship and illiteracy. Father didn't go to school and didn't know a word. In our generation, the first thing in my father's life is to let me go to school. He said to me, "Going to school is the happiest thing for children!" " "Now I realize my father's thirst for knowledge. In retrospect, I think the price drop was because my father attended my parent-teacher conference, and I was really "smart" at that time. This is a father's worship of knowledge. Poverty destroyed him, but the present society has changed him. This is a kind of respect and a perfect ending for my life.

The ending is easier said than done! Father is trying to manage his life well. My father is a farmer, and farmers' business is farming. My father's farming is also what I admire most. Father is very hardworking. I remember once, under the scorching sun, cicadas in the field cried desperately. My father and I were weeding in the field, and soon my back was soaked. While my father was not looking, I fell asleep under the tree with a hoe. I don't know how long it took, but my father woke me up and all the grass in the field was pulled up. My father once said, "When you fall asleep, you are ready to beg for food. If you don't study hard, you will come back to work. " I understand that my father hates iron and does not produce steel. I hope to read a good book! For years, his words have been urging me.

This is my father, a father who makes me proud!

One day, I chatted with my best friend in primary school in the coffee shop. Talk about parents occasionally. She asked me, who is the most worthy of your love in this life? I came to my senses, thought about it, and told her that I was not partial to anyone, and my father was my favorite! We talked and talked like this, and we didn't go back to our home to find our mother until almost evening.

On the way, I walked alone, and memories were like a video tape, which was slowly copied. To my father, it seems to account for one third of this video. It can be said that if you think of him, even if you are given three days and three nights, it is too late to think of it! My father is of medium height, with a masculine face and bright eyes. He is actually very thin, with no meat on his face and a thin layer of skin on his face. And touch it with your hand, as if afraid of it falling. My father is a temporary worker with many years of experience. Arranging work for my father was a chaotic year at home. Income and expenditure, living needs, and other things, only found a temporary job for my father. At that time, it was a great pleasure for my father to find a job. It is said that he is a temporary worker, but with more than ten years of working time, he can be converted into a regular worker. However, for the time being, for my father, as long as I have a relatively good income, and I have never abandoned or complained about my father, I still remember my father's enthusiasm for this job, which was enough to surpass the child's love for sugar. I once asked my father why he loved this job so much. My father just smiled and told me that water is the source of life. How can we live without water?

However, it seems that with the changes of society, the improvement of life and the rapid development of various technologies, my father has gradually changed from a man who loves labor and is proactive to a man who does not make progress all day. No matter how his family tried to persuade him, he still didn't repent. Even so, he inspired and taught me with his own example, and I took pains to listen. Sometimes, when he is drunk, I will accompany him. As the saying goes: Speak the truth after drinking. Almost every time, he seems to regard me as a bosom friend, telling me how lonely he is now, recalling how hard he worked when he was young, and encouraging me to study hard and not to be like him when I grow up. But I only nodded to him and said yes, I remember. At this time, I recalled what he said at that time and felt a different taste.

Although my father feels ordinary outside, it would be nice if he were still so ordinary at home. The father is the youngest son in the family and his income is relatively high. Besides, he lives an enterprising life all day, which may make my uncle and aunt look down on him. If I don't help my father every time, they will hurt people every time. Every time, my father did not answer like a child who made a mistake, and kept his head down to catch up with the work they assigned. I once told my father and advised him not to do what they want every time. Why do I always listen to them? My father just sighed and told me not to interfere in adults' affairs. He also tried to fight back, but it didn't seem to do much good, and sometimes he was seriously injured. As time passed, I had time to accompany him and ask him about the uprising.

For my father, I feel sorry for him and for him. He can remind me of too many things. I would rather stay with my father, follow all his wishes, float to the whole world and reach the distant place of his thoughts.