Senior three's dad's composition

In our daily study, work and life, we often come into contact with composition. According to different genres, composition can be divided into narrative, explanatory, practical and argumentative. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is the composition of senior three collected by my father for your reference only. Let's have a look.

My father wrote 1 in senior three, "Thank you for everything, supporting our family with your hands, and always doing everything to give me the best ..." When I heard this song again in music class, tears fell unconsciously. I remember a classmate around me pointing at me and saying, "Look, she is crying." Then several students turned to look, and another student said, "She must have deep feelings for her father."

Dear father, when I saw a faint wrinkle in the corner of your eye, I suddenly understood. ...

Father, you will be anxious about me, you will stay up all night, you will yell at me, but your eyes are full of love and cherish! In my memory, my father is a grumpy person, but since I was in junior high school, my contact with you has gradually decreased, the distance has gradually drifted away, and your face in my memory has gradually blurred. You are often away from home because of work, and now we have little chance to meet each other. In my impression, my father's broad palm has never been raised. At least you won't hit people in front of me. I think you want to give me a good example. Dad, do you know that you have always been my role model?

One thing I remember deeply: In the second day of junior high school, the school held a parent-teacher conference, and I cried so badly that you rarely saw me cry. Pass me the tissue in a panic, and I just wiped it. At the beginning of the parent-teacher conference, I told myself that I should not cry, but be strong. So I pretended to be careless and bowed my head to play with the sparse grass on the lawn. Speaking of mom and dad, my tears fell unconsciously. I dare not look up, because I am afraid that I will shed more tears when I see you.

Father, I actually love you very much, but I don't know how to express it to you. If you are often away from home, eat more, and remember to add clothes when it is cold. Father, please remember that we all miss you, please remember that you have a very warm family, please remember that you have a daughter who loves you very much! Father, don't worry! I won't let you down. Three years later, I will stand in front of you with a notice from a key university and say that I have never had the courage to say, "Dad, in fact, I love you very much."

Dad, you are very demanding of me. At that time, you were not sensible and complained. Now I understand. Dad, I know your kindness. You are strict with me because you want my future life to be less difficult and smoother.

Dad, thank you for walking with me for so long. Believe me, I will walk better in the future.

More than two years ago, my father read Zhu Ziqing's "Back", but he revisited "Back" a few days ago, and his inner feelings were extremely delicate, heavy and sad ... Tears slipped from his face inadvertently. In this tearful confusion, I seem to see the bleak back of a boundless and powerless father, and also seem to see the traces of years on his face …

This Father's Day, I miss my father very much. From the time I was sensible, I felt far away from my father. Is it because I have grown into a big girl? Many times, many words, I also hope we can talk like friends, but you don't seem to understand! Otherwise, why have you never mentioned anything to me? Our relationship is just a matter of money. I don't know when, but money is the only reason I came to you. Only money is the communication between us.

Father is the pillar of the whole family, a sky at home, and an indestructible towering mountain! How many days, my father worked hard and struggled hard for our family ... how many hardships my father endured; How much fatigue my father suffered; How difficult it is, my father insisted; Coming; For the sake of family and children, maybe my father was wronged, maybe his father was helpless, but his father was like a mountain, and he survived. It turns out that all difficulties can't overcome his indomitable spirit!

When the bell rings in June, you should remember Father's Day this month. In fact, sometimes we really should have a good talk, so maybe it won't be too much and feelings won't block a window. Even if God opens that window, our door is locked. We should cherish the distance between our windows, because then we won't be too far away!

"Always ask you to, but never say thank you. It's not easy to know when you grow up. Every time I leave, I always turn around and look relaxed. I smiled and said go home. I turned around and cried. I want to warm your palm as before, but you are not with me. Riding the breeze brings you happiness. Don't let you get old again. I am willing to use everything I have for you, Dad, a man with a long history and a strong life. what can I do for you? Thank you for all you have done, support our family with your hands and always try your best to give me the best. Am I your pride? Still worried about me? You care about children and grow up ... "

My ears echoed with familiar melodies, recalling my father's dancing figure. It seems that there is still a word I haven't said.

-Dad, I love you!

Senior 3, Hubei Medical College, Hongshan District, Wuhan City, Hubei Province: 15994220544.

Father's Senior Three Composition 3 Father, a stern and square man, became angry, as if the sky were falling. But fathers generally don't lose their temper, and only when they touch his bottom line will they fly into a rage. Usually, he is a man of few words. He doesn't like to talk much and likes to do things with actions. My father likes to wear a suit since he was a child. His straight figure is always so tall and straight that wearing his white hat is simply a standard male model. But as I grew up, my father's face left traces of carving with a meat cleaver for many years, and those wrinkles were the best witness. Those gullies show that my father has gone through many vicissitudes.

When I was a child, I was always naughty, and I had to make big trouble every day. I was caught stealing corn from someone else's house, secretly lit a match to play with, accidentally lit my mother's uncovered quilt, accidentally fell down while playing by the pond, and stained my freshly washed clothes ... However, whenever I made these mistakes, my father would not hit me or even scold me. He is always frowning, and his deep brow always makes people look at it with dignity that they dare not look straight. So when I was a child, I was always afraid that my father would frown at me. Your majesty always surprises me. It always makes me breathless.

It was in the middle school final exam that I arrived unconsciously in the joyful game and play, and I finished the exam in a daze. When I got home, my parents read my report card and were disappointed. I even got the third from the bottom in my class. I sat in the corner at a loss, and my father scolded me severely and went out. I sat still, afraid to move. I violated my father's bottom line. After a long time, father came back. He came to me. He sat looking at me. I dare not look at him. He lowered his head and suddenly said to me, "I'm sorry, son." I shouldn't have yelled at you. " I looked up at him, I was shocked, and my father had a warm side to me.

At that time, I saw the wrinkles on my father's face for the first time, so clearly and carefully. I couldn't help shedding two lines of tears, not tears of pain, nor tears of joy, but tears after being moved.

My father is too generous. Although he is always lecturing me, he can always tolerate me and forgive me for my mistakes again and again, but this time he can't forgive me any more. Finally, I chose to forgive me. The wrinkles on his face are the marks left by our life's running. He propped up this family for us and made us grow up happily. At this time, I was moved and felt my father's good intentions. I gently stroked the wrinkles on my father's face with my hand ...

When I was a child, I always liked to hold my father's wide and warm hand and walk on the path in the field. I am very comfortable and happy, as if I have forgotten all my unhappiness.

I grow up day by day. When dad comes home from work, I often help him with his shoes. When eating, give his father a piece of braised pork he likes; Beat my tired father's back ... Over time, people in the village called me filial daughter.

Now I am busy studying all day, and gradually forget my father's wide and warm hand.

The troubles of studying are full of my mind, and I really want to relax. I suddenly look forward to walking at the foot of the mountain with my father. When I quietly walked into his room, I saw my tired father leaning on the bed, his eyes sunken deeply, and there were several wrinkles in the corner of his eyes ... My heart trembled a little. I quietly returned to my room, picked up the photo album and flipped through it in sweet memories: when I was a child, I always thought my father was a great man. For him, nothing seems impossible, and his hands seem to have infinite power. But now I think my father is just a mortal, and he will feel tired ... Suddenly, a crisp knock on the door brought me back to reality. I quickly wiped away the tears in my eyes and quickly opened the door. It was my dad. He asked me to go for a walk with him, and I readily agreed.

Walking on the quiet path at the foot of the mountain, my heart is full of inexplicable familiarity. I naturally shook my father's hand. Oh, my god, my father's wide and warm hands no longer exist. My father's hands are rougher than I remember, leaving a deep time mark, and they are not as powerful as before. I can't hold his big hand any longer. At this moment, I suddenly felt that my father was much older. Looking up slightly, my father's temples have added a little silver hair, and his face has left rings of years ... How long has it been since I was so close to my father, am I still a "filial daughter"? Tears gradually fascinated my eyes and slipped down my cheeks. Through tears, I seem to see a picture of a big hand holding a small hand, so warm. I hold my father's hand, just as my father holds mine. If you can, father, please let me accept your challenge. I am not a bird living under your wings all day. My feathers are getting richer and richer, and the road ahead may not be smooth sailing, but I will repay your love with my life. I snuggled up to my father, who turned his head gently and smiled at me. He doted on my head with his broad hands, and my eyes dimmed again, so I held my father's hand tighter.

The moonlight shines on our drifting back and illuminates our way forward.

Father's senior three composition 5 people said that father's love is a mountain, which holds up a sky for us; Father's love is a sword that opens the way for us. But I said, Father's love is sunshine, which moistens my heart with infinite love.

One day, the teacher bravely arranged seven homework on the blackboard. The students were obviously shocked by the teacher's feat. They all stare big serious eyes, put on a cold face and closed their silent mouths. As for me, I crustily wrote down my homework and thought to myself: even at the end of the term, there won't be so much homework!

When I got home, I took out my exercise book and worked hard for a long time. I felt that my homework was never less. After unremitting efforts, three assignments were successfully won by me, but the night has quietly arrived. Maybe I was immersed in the ocean of problems for too long, but I didn't realize that my father had been silently accompanying me.

Late at night, the battle with homework finally ended. I looked up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand had occupied the "12" hour highland. Seeing that I was so angry, my father silently cleaned my desk and checked my homework.

I don't know where my father got his energy. He stood there, checking item by item without blinking. I don't know when I forgot to wash my face, so I fell asleep in bed. In the gloom, my father sighed and said to himself with emotion, "Poor thing!" " As I spoke, I felt that he took off my shoes and socks, covered himself with a quilt, crept in and took it to the door.

The next day, the teacher assigned a composition with the theme of fatherly love. At first, I didn't know where to start. Immersed for a while, I suddenly remembered what my father had done for me and what he had done for me. I can't help floating his voice and smile in front of my eyes, as if he were standing in front of me: helping me check my homework, helping me take care of everything, always accompanying me, supporting me and moving me, no matter how hot and cold it is in summer ... I deeply understand that everything is my father's love, and I thrive in the sunshine of my father's love. So I picked up a pen, as if my father were right in front of me. I poured out my heart to him, expressed my love for my father, and expressed the gratitude of "Grass" to "Sunshine".

People say that fatherly love is a mountain, which holds up a sky for us; Father's love is a sword that opens the way for us. However, in my opinion, fatherly love is sunshine. Father, with his broad mind, embraces all my shortcomings; Father, hold up a blue sky for me with his solid arms; Father, with his strong personality, influenced me, cast my perseverance and shaped my sincere and kind character.

Thanks to father! Thanksgiving father love! Bathed in the sunshine of father's love, I will be happy forever.

My father went home on holiday. Dad was a little surprised to see me at home when he came back from work. I just put down my bag, as if I suddenly remembered something and ran out. Come back with full hands. He put away his things one by one and muttered to himself, "I didn't expect you to come back today." I should prepare more food you like. "

So I cooked a lot of dishes in the kitchen. But I always seem to be the one who doesn't know enough. I grabbed a few mouthfuls of rice at random, then left the dishes and went back to my room alone.

There's a noise in the kitchen again. Soon, my father knocked on my door.

"I remember you used to get hungry easily. You haven't eaten two meals and eaten noodles. "

"Oh, you put it there." I stared at the computer and continued to play. Father left sadly.

I want to turn off the computer at eleven o'clock in the evening, but I hear the TV in the living room still ringing, accompanied by my father's breathing. Probably my father was careless and forgot to turn it off. I approached cautiously. He suddenly woke up when I picked up the remote control.

"Hungry? I'll cook you a hot meal. "

It turned out that he had been in the living room afraid that I would be hungry. I looked at his gaunt face. His once handsome appearance was ruthlessly confiscated by the years, leaving only deep and shallow wrinkles and a little white hair. Suddenly my eyes blurred, I shook my head and turned off the TV.

I ran back to my room and ate the bowl of cold and swollen noodles with tears in my eyes. Feel great regret and guilt. I have never cared so much about the passage of time, but my father is getting old inadvertently, and there is nothing I can do.

The next morning, I pestered him all day, went out with him and saw autumn scenery. I said I wanted him to spend more time with me, but in fact I wanted to spend more time with him.

The fallen leaves all over the mountain will disappear again this year if time tells you. There is my favorite persimmon tree by the roadside. Persimmons are red like small lanterns covered with branches, adding a lot of joy in the bleak autumn. A few more steps, and you will encounter a large area of citrus and Huang Chengcheng. Pick one and taste it. It's fragrant and sweet, with endless aftertaste. Citrus is sweet, and father's smile is sweeter.

The most pleasing thing is the sunshine that day. Through the leaves in the forest, it hits the land covered with fallen leaves little by little. When the wind blows, the light and shadow on the ground are like dancing spirits and twinkling stars at night. My father and I enjoyed the beautiful autumn scenery, and the sun shone on him, reflecting his majestic figure. The shadow has been stretched for a long time, just like the endless songs sung by the years. I smiled happily, for the warm sunshine, for the beautiful autumn scenery, and for the love of my father.

At sunset, my father and I went home side by side. Autumn is about to pass, but the warmth of walking with my father that day and the beautiful scenery of late autumn will be in become memories.

My father gave me a world.

There are mountains in this world, which is the majesty and unquestionable trust my father gave me.

One day in this world, my father gave me an open-minded and endless mind.

There is more water in this world, which is my father's gentle and meticulous care.

1October 23rd, that day, my father came, which moved me so much.

On that day, the weather in late autumn showed people its cold. The rain is falling, touch a drop with your hand. Cool ground. On that day, my ear was ill, and the pain was almost unbearable for a seven-foot man. Pain makes me want to go home, pain makes me want to seek shelter from my parents, pain makes me ...

Finally, I got through to my mother's phone. "Your father is here." In my mother's concern, I hung up the phone and began to wait for my father's arrival.

As time goes by, the pain seems to hold back the pace of time, which makes me realize the length of a class. Although I am past the age of relying on my father, I still hope my father can come and protect me soon.

At noon, count the time. Dad should be here soon. But it's still raining and the wind is still blowing. I began to regret that I was no longer a child, but I had to let my father come in the rain. I looked out of the window, but I couldn't see my father. I can't tell whether I am expecting or regretting, and I don't need to say it. Because my father's voice broke into my ears. When I put on my coat and went out, I was like a soldier in a hurry to be inspected by the chief. Seeing my father's impulse made me look like a rotten grass. When I saw my father, I wanted to give him a smile, but the pain in my ear made me laugh. Seeing this scene, my father's face changed, as if he were watching the pain with me.

"Let's go to the hospital." On the way, my father didn't ask me the cause, but kept saying, "Does it hurt?" A few words represent a father's endless love for his son. Going to the hospital, seeing a doctor and taking medicine is naturally busy enough for my father. I can only sit there honestly because my father asked me to.

Except for the hospital, the rain stopped. Walking through a puddle, a little water soaked into the shoes. Feel the coolness of meaning. At this time, I found that my father's shoes were soaked. I looked at my father, my hair was dripping with water, my hands were a little red with cold ... my heart was not good.

That day, my father came and touched me too much. When I was writing, tears rolled in my eyes, but I didn't stay because my father told me, "Men don't flick when they have tears!" "

I am the son of my father, and I will always be a child before my father. My father came and made me understand my position. You will always support me.

Father's Senior Three Composition 8 My father always said that the children of our generation were poor, unable to play and unhappy, unlike them at that time, who were covered in dirt but extremely happy. -inscription

My father grew up in northern Shaanxi. Although he has been a national cadre in the city for more than ten years, he is still willing to keep the way of thinking in the countryside and the way of thinking when he was a child: avoiding dust and pursuing the most natural essence. Therefore, my father always finds his happiness in the food in his hometown, the countryside and the farmers.

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Father doesn't like to eat delicacies, grand banquets with 1000 yuan, sitting in a teahouse drinking tea seriously, wearing a tie and suit to accompany people to drink. Father said that this kind of life is always not a taste, but it is not happy at all. My father likes to eat bowls of mutton noodles, jiaozi with half a fist stuffed with mutton and radish, Qian Qian rice, salt porridge, freshly baked salt potatoes, and pumpkin seeds in northern Shaanxi ... My mother always said that my father would not enjoy it, but my father said that the life of a farmer was his greatest happiness.

This is my father's way of thinking. What I pursue is not the so-called quality, but the happiness in memory!

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Father doesn't like sitting in a limousine, sitting in front of a computer TV all day, having endless entertainment, lying in a massage chair, reading newspapers comfortably and chatting endlessly. Father said that this kind of life seems to be leisurely, but it is not comfortable, let alone happiness. On weekends, my father likes to ride a motorcycle around the farm in suburban counties, climb a small mound, put on his hat and take a comfortable nap, and then hum freely and look at the endless wheat fields. Walk around, look around. Once, my father was invited to taste fresh persimmons just picked and went home for a night.

This is my father's way of thinking. He does not pursue the so-called emotional appeal, but wisely draws happiness from nature!

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Father doesn't like high-sounding pleasantries, intrigue among officials, and insincere greeting. Father said that this kind of life may be beautiful to some people, but it is actually an empty shell and not happy at all. My father likes to deal with farmers, and he is willing to chat with the fried dough sticks at home about the crops in the field, and he is also willing to get off and help the old man get on a shelf car. It is more common to sit on the edge of a farmer's kang and eat a bowl of noodle soup on weekends. Calling a few farmer friends to have a good drink at home can make my father happy for several days.

This is my father's way of thinking, not pursuing the so-called scenery, but getting happiness and happiness in the simplest conversation with farmers!

Father's way of thinking is the simplest and most natural, so he has the most comfortable happiness. I wish my father happiness forever!

I want to thank them for giving me life and teaching me to take the first step, say the first sentence and recognize the first word … They are my parents.

Once the math test paper was handed out, and my grades were very poor. I only got 86 points in the exam. I read the paper, because of careless mistakes and application problems, the score will not be deducted. The most terrible thing is that the math teacher said that parents should sign it. I always blame myself on my way home. Why didn't I listen carefully? Why are you so careless in the exam? I thought to myself that my father would definitely blame me for such achievements.

When I got home, I didn't chatter as usual, but did my homework without saying a word. At dinner, my father saw something was wrong with me and said to me, "Are you worried?" "No,no." I answered falteringly. I was scared at that time, and my father kept asking.

After dinner, I finished my homework on Chinese and English subjects. I took out my math paper and stared at it blankly. I have been playing drums in my heart. What should I tell my parents? At this moment, my father suddenly walked into my room. I want to hide the math paper, and my father said, "Don't hide it, bring it here." I had to pass the paper obediently. Dad looked at my paper and frowned. He asked me, "Which question can't you write?" I pointed my finger at the application problem on the second piece of paper, but my heart became more and more nervous. I thought my father would blame me, but he told me the topic carefully. After listening to my father's explanation, I was enlightened and soon found the cause and solution of the mistake. Then, my father gave me two similar questions. When he saw that I worked out the answer quickly, he nodded with relief.

I asked my father to sign it for me, and my father said, "I'm not busy." With that, he picked up the first newspaper and read it. His expression became serious when he saw that I had made a mistake in the calculation. He pointed to the paper and said to me, "This kind of question is free to ask questions. There must be no mistakes in the exam. " I looked down and dared not say a word. Tears swirled in my eyes. Dad looked at me, and his tone was a little softer than before: "The calculation depends on who is serious, and we must master some inspection skills. Look at this problem ... "While listening to my father's explanation, I made up my mind that I must not make mistakes in my future calculations.

Since then, I have never scored 90 points in the math exam, and I rarely make mistakes in my calculations.

In my life, my mother also gave me a lot of care and help. On this Thanksgiving Day, I want to say "Thank you!" To my parents.