750-word composition for the sixth grade of primary school: Dad's backpack

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It's late at night, people are quiet and street lamps are on. Dad's tall and thin figure appeared in the night. Of course, he was accompanied by the familiar backpack. -Inscription from: Dad is thin and tall. He doesn't look serious, but gentle. Oh, by the way, dad also has a pair of beautiful hands and thick shoulders. Source: Composition Network zw.liuxue86.com's father is. I picked up his bag and went out at dawn. I stayed in the shop all day. When I was asleep, my father's firm footsteps echoed at the door. It was a weekend, and when I got home, I looked at my father's emaciated face, and I had an indescribable taste in my heart. I never cared about my father! "Dad, let me go home with you tonight!" I smiled at my father. "Well, suit yourself!" Dad knocked neatly on the keyboard, received every customer seriously, and didn't even have time to say a word to me "Oh, no, it's too cold tonight. You'd better go home first, don't wait for me. Be careful not to catch a cold! " As if remembering something, my father suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to me and said, "I have a lot of clothes on." Not cold. " "That also not line. Go back quickly. It's getting dark and the road is too slippery! " "I don't want it!" I stubbornly said, "Well, I can't beat you." Tick-tock ... As time went by, all my sleepy heads came to my eyes. "Let's go back." Dad smiled and said, "You seem very tired. I told you to go back long ago, and you didn't listen to me! " "I'm not going to sleep. I'm in high spirits." "Don't be stubborn, please help me get my backpack, and we'll take my mobile phone home." "Oh," I handed it to my father. Soon, my father put the mobile phone full of counters in my bag. "Dad, let me help you. You move the billboard outside. " I just took the bag from my father and suddenly froze. Suddenly, my eyes were moist. My father never complained to us. Although time has left a red mark on his shoulder with a backpack, he also laughs it off. I remember my father's birthday. I gave him a present and wrote a letter. In the letter, I told him: You will always be my favorite father, and I can thrive in your shadow! My always strong father even shed tears after reading this letter. The sun struggled through the clouds again. By dawn, my father had picked up his schoolbag and walked to his fixed post. —— The excellent "Writing for the First Day" in the postscript "Dad's Backpack" was collected by the composition network, which came from the network and contributed by members. Please indicate the source for reprinting.