Ba ba Chu yi composition

In daily study, work and life, everyone has dealt with writing, and we can gather our scattered thoughts together through writing. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my father's composition in Grade One for your reference, hoping to help friends in need.

Dad's first composition 1 Dad's love is strict. It is like a small umbrella on rainy days, which makes me happy when I am sad. Like a cool breeze.

I remember once, the mid-term exam. I said to my father, "I will definitely get the ranking." As soon as the papers are handed out, I will look at the results. "Ah. I only got more than 70 points in Chinese. " I looked at the roll and said in surprise, "I'm not dazzled." I thought, I'm dead.

When I got home, my father called me over and said to him, "How many points did you get in the Chinese exam?" I thought to myself: Yes. Dad always hoped that I could get good grades in the Chinese exam. What should I do? I don't want to show him that document. I was a little scared when he picked up the paper. Suddenly, my father's face turned "sunny to cloudy" at once. Said angrily, "Didn't you say that you can get more than 85 points in the exam?" How did this happen? "After dad scolded me, tears kept running down my eyes. I entered the room regretfully and began to cry again. Dad came into my room and said to me sternly, "I asked you to review before this exam, but you stopped." "It's okay now. Look at what you got in the exam. Once again, you can't achieve the grades I asked for. Why is this? Because you are too proud. I hope you will learn a lesson, guard against arrogance and rashness, and you will definitely get a good grade next time. "

After listening to this, I think dad wants to study hard for me. Educate me with strict love and let me know how strict my father's love is.

My father is tall, about 1.78 meters, slightly fat and loves sports. His eyebrows are curved, his nose is big and straight, his eyes are small, and his hair is black and bright.

Dad is very busy at work. He goes out early and comes back late every day. Sometimes after two days, he is still busy with his work and doesn't go home. We are all in a hurry. Sometimes when dad comes home, we all fall asleep. In order to work, dad smokes for fear of falling asleep. He won't feel sleepy if he drinks lemonade. Then get back to work. My father is very hard!

Dad seldom cooks. Although he seldom cooks, the dishes cooked by his father are much more delicious than those cooked by his mother. We will evaluate them every time after dinner. My lovely parents always learn cooking from my father, but my mother won't, because my father is busy at work and has no time to cook for us. Only my mother cooks for me. When I was a child, my father often cooked for us. He cooked our favorite things, such as tofu, chicken soup and shredded potatoes.

I remember once, my father, who never bought books, suddenly bought more than ten extra-curricular books for us to read. Dad is very busy at work every day, because dad supports a family alone, and sometimes he really wants dad to have a good rest and not to be exhausted.

One of my father's shortcomings is that he likes smoking. Whenever my father has a bad job and sometimes feels a little stressed, he will pick up a pack of cigarettes and smoke! I know that no matter how hard my father tries, he never shows it. Dad always likes to keep things to himself.

Dad is unique in our world and no one can replace him. I want to say to dad, dad, I love you, you have worked hard!

My father, with black hair, bright eyes and a high nose, knew at a glance that he was an upright man.

My father is a fire police officer. In my mind, he is the person I admire most. He always left me in a hurry, and I tried to understand him.

Dad is meticulous in his work and demands to do everything better. Dad is very busy at work. He either has a meeting or works overtime every day. He can't go home once a week. My mother and I are always at home. We all miss him very much. At home, my father will seriously teach me to study and talk to me.

In my mind, what impressed me the most was that my father went to the police once. At that time, I was sleeping in the dead of night, and suddenly the alarm bell rang, which rang three times, indicating that there was a fire. Dad put on his clothes and ran out. I seem to hear my father talking on the phone. Father said anxiously, "What's the fire like now?" The phone said: "This is a timber yard, and now the fire is getting bigger and bigger." Dad saw me and smiled and said, "It's all right, son, go back to sleep." Then my mother patted me on the shoulder. I knew my mother was worried about my father. I don't know how long it took, but I heard the sound of opening the door and thought, it must be dad! I quickly got out of bed, ran excitedly and hugged my father. ...

I admire my father. Although he is not a great man or a genius, his selfless patriotism is admirable, which is a glorious people's fire fighting spirit.

Most of my father's childhood memories come from my father. There is a simple reason. When I was a child, I was very obedient, and I wouldn't always cry like my sister and brother. So my mother's time to take care of me gradually shortened, so I had to be accompanied by my father. My childhood memories account for more than half.

Dad has a bad temper and never thinks about the consequences, so he only takes care of me, not my sister and brother. Occasionally, when my mother is busy, he will take care of my sister, but once my sister cried, he said angrily. Stop crying, I'm bored to death. Then I left my sister with my grandmother and ran away.

Even so, my father's love for our three sisters continues. My father is not good at words. Even though he cares about us, what he said is like yelling, which is not easy to accept. Even my mother, who has been with my father for more than ten years, is different from us. She often quarrels because of my father's tone.

It was very cold that day, and I only wore a thin dress. When I went out, my parents said to me in unison. It's cold, put on more clothes. But their tone is in sharp contrast, one is gentle and the other is grumpy. I laughed, and my mother accused my father: you are so thoughtful, but coming out of your mouth becomes a reprimand. It's really impossible for a dog to spit ivory ... mom, isn't it just a dress? There's no need to do this! Dad is also good for me! My mother was interrupted by my words before she finished. My dad said that my daughter and I are still kissing! Get dressed!

I often see my father's composition is harsh. Although my father is the same, and I often cry because of his scolding, I can understand my father and know that he has been thinking of us, but in a different way from my mothers. I also know that my father's love goes without saying.

One day I was ashamed.

My dad, oh, I've been annoyed with him since he was sensible, because he won't coax me, take me to play, surprise me occasionally and buy me food. He didn't give me change. What annoys me most is that anyone in town who doesn't have to go to work still seems to be busy when I am free. After breakfast, I told my mother and hurried out. I have never heard him say why he is so busy.

He never asks me casually. That's the case with 1967. I wonder if he still thinks I have a son.

Every time my classmates ask about my dad, I am so angry that I simply avoid it.

Over time, I also try not to think about my dad, otherwise I will be so angry that I can't stand it.

This Saturday, I have a rest at home. My father had just left home when the power went out suddenly. I couldn't hold it any longer, so I went out for a walk and walked to the neighboring village before I knew it.

Suddenly I couldn't help but stop and found my father sweeping the floor next to an old house. I continued to watch curiously, and then I saw my father washing clothes at the door after sweeping the floor, looking very serious.

When I got home, I told my mother about it. My mother thought for a moment, looked at me and said, "Your father often does something for lonely old people when he is free, and he has been snubbing you. Don't blame him. Even if others are thinking of others, I can't persuade them. "

"What, dad, he ..." I can't go on, my mind is roaring, I can't believe it, this is the real side of my dad. It turns out that my dad is such a good person, but I have been blaming him.

My father has curly hair, a red mole the size of mung bean on his forehead, and a tall nose under a pair of black eyes. Guess what? My father is a TV fan. My father likes watching football games. When China scored, he jumped up and shouted. When China lost, he became depressed and depressed. He also likes watching war movies. When he saw the wonderful place, his eyes didn't blink, and his mother couldn't even hear him eating.

Dad is particularly involved in watching TV. Once, my father came home from work, made a cup of tea, stepped into the living room, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette and watched the ball game with relish. You see, he is walking on cloud while watching TV. Television is like a magic magnet, which attracts my father firmly. He leaned forward and stared at the screen tightly, as if afraid that it would slip away at once. Suddenly, the China team scored a goal, and the TV fan's father suddenly stood up from the sofa, jumping and screaming. I watched my father skipping and thinking: Dad is really like a child! Maybe he's thirsty. Dad picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, then went to the kitchen to spit it out. He frowned and said, "This tea tastes really strange today! It's terrible! " I went over to have a look. God, it turned out that my father was so fascinated by watching TV that he used the teacup as an ashtray and threw all the ashes into it. The teacup was full of ashes. I couldn't help laughing, and my father smiled when he saw what he had done.

Anyway, this is my "TV fan" dad, which is interesting enough!

My father's name is Liu Xinnian. He is 43 years old and has dark skin. He was born in a remote Shantang village. I haven't seen my grandfather since I lost my father in my thirties. My father is plain, his childhood is ordinary, his family is poor, and he has two sisters. I didn't stand out in my studies and didn't go to college. He went to Fujian to be a soldier. As a soldier, he likes smoking, and he gave up smoking after he got married.

After leaving the army, I was introduced by my elders and married my mother, Ms. Li. There is one person today, that is me.

Now my father works in Yunhuqiao Substation. The so-called substation, that is, the work related to the railway, is actually not very busy. He works 48 hours, so he can go home and rest for four days and stay at home all the time. In the morning, my father likes to run on the playground not far away, and he cleans at home in the morning. Then prepare lunch, cut vegetables and stir-fry rice. In the afternoon, I sometimes go out to bask in the sun and chat with acquaintances in the yard, or eat at home and watch TV. It may be a rainy and windy day. Cook dinner in the evening, and then play table tennis with me in the yard for an hour. This is his day's life.

There is an old grandmother at home, that is, my father's mother, who is in poor health and has some common diseases of the elderly. Instead of complaining about his doubts, my father insisted on going to the hospital to see a doctor, registered to buy medicine, and tried to show his filial piety.

Although ordinary, my happy father's life here has tasted both bitterness and sweetness. I think I have no regrets.

Dad's dad is a little thin, but not thin. He has bright eyes, a slightly flat nose, a mouth that is neither too big nor too small, a fair face and beautiful ears. He loves beauty so much that he never forgets to put some oil on his face and hands after washing them.

My father is also very concerned about our next generation. Whenever my sister and I receive something from my mother about studying, when my mother says that she won't let me and my sister go to school, he always intercedes for us and strives for the conditions for us to study again. He has a high attitude towards us. I will study hard and live up to my father's hope for us.

My father is fine, too. He doesn't smoke, but he drinks some beer. There are good things, and he never forgets to let his wife and children enjoy them first. Waiting for the last residue. He never pursues luxury and luxury.

Father is very popular, and someone will always come to him for business. My father is now an electrician in the village. Although there are some "enemies" in his area, he has a clear distinction between public and private and never disputes with them. But those "enemies" are always worried that my father will embarrass them, so they ask my father's friends to intercede for them. My father made a good impression on the people in this village. Whenever someone waters the land or something breaks down, he will always be called, and he is also on call. That's why many people offered him an electrician career. He will do his duty and meet people's needs as I said. He will do everything well and will not ask others for money.

I think my father is the best man in the world. He is not as changeable as my mother's personality, and he is not as irritable and unreasonable as others. The reason why he pursues everything. He is a good father who can let go.

Everyone has a unique smell. After a long time, that smell represents him.

F said his father was a chef in a seafood restaurant. When he was a child, every night when his father came back from work, he would smell a strong smell on him. They live in a small room, and the smell of dad makes him very uncomfortable. He has a bad relationship with his father. After being admitted to the university, they immediately went out to live with friends, and the father and son only met several times a year.

Later, my father was critically ill and lying in the hospital. On his deathbed, he stood beside his father's bed, dripping with all kinds of disinfectant. He can't smell the fishy smell that he often smelled when he was a child-the fishy smell that he got to feed his family. He put his father's finger in front of his nose, but the taste in that memory has disappeared forever. At that moment, he realized that the fishy smell he once hated was so fragrant.

Dad left, but the fishy smell on his body lingered in his son's mind and turned into regret. F said he couldn't forgive himself for saying to his classmates when he was a child, "I hate the smell of dad."

He remembered that a classmate's father repaired cars, and every time he came to pick up his son from school, it smelled like a garage. Another classmate's father works in a hospital and often smells like a hospital.

Dad's taste is always inseparable from his livelihood. When dad gets old, it will smell like blowing in the wind. Do we respect and cherish his smell?

What does your father smell like?

Dad's first composition 10 He is not very outstanding, and his language expression ability is not very strong. He is my father.

When I was a child, I always liked to go out to play. At that time, my mother always went out to work, and only you were willing to go out with me. At that time, you had no patience. Only one day, you were not at home and went out to do business. I stayed at home bored and anxious, so I thought of going out to play for a while and coming back early. I got dressed, took the key, opened the door and ran out. When I arrived at the square, I looked at colorful balloons and many naughty children. I didn't think so much at that time that I forgot the time. When I watched the crowd in the square disperse and become less and less, it was raining heavily in the sky, and I was afraid of anxiety, because there were very few people in the square at that time, and I was afraid to go out. I'm tired, I'm tired, and when I thought no one would come to me, you showed up. You ran to me in the pouring rain, and your clothes were soaked, but you didn't even look. It was like a warm current flowing through my heart. Finally, I finally couldn't hold on, fell asleep in your arms and came home to find myself with a fever. This sudden accident kept you awake all night. Until now, I can still recall the blood in your eyes and your tired cheeks.

Ah! Dad, my old father, you are my favorite person. As the song goes, bear it with negligible care! Maybe all I can give you is care.

My father is an industrious man. He is short, with black hair and a little white hair. Wearing a red shirt on the top and black pants on the bottom.

My father is made of natural marble. He works for me every day. He can study hard, go to college, and transfer money to them. But I can't go to school, but he is still like that. Come on! Dad can only rely on you. When you grow up, it will be 20 14. After that, it will be a high-tech world. If you don't study well, finding a job is mechanization and you won't be hired. Dad, he works so hard outside all day, he doesn't even eat at noon, and sometimes he doesn't go home at night. My father is not afraid of being tired. He would rather do some work than have more rest. He was so busy that he even confiscated money. He also tried to take orders. The more orders, the more money he owes. Others owe 1 10,000. Father went to beg for money, but others said he had no money. Wait a few days! When I got home, my mother asked me if I got the money. Dad doesn't talk. My mother said, "People owe you a lot of money. Who wants to give you that much money at once?" . Dad doesn't talk. In the evening, my parents came back, not too late. My father cooks. My father is not only diligent, but also an excellent cook. My father's food is more delicious than my mother's, and the rice is ready. After dinner, my father watched TV as usual. Watch TV, because today is the sixth day of Wenchuan earthquake in Sichuan. He watches earthquakes on TV 24 hours a day. He didn't fall asleep quickly while watching TV today. He used to fall asleep after watching TV for a while. When I saw the donation, after reading the donation, I whispered in my mouth that I would donate two or three hundred tomorrow, and my father was very caring.

My father is a hardworking person, a good father who cares about his son, and a caring person. This is my father.

My father, fat and tall, still has a watermelon belly; He has a pair of bright eyes under his thick eyebrows. His eyes are fierce. He is gentle when he is happy and scary when he is angry.

When I was in the third grade, my handwriting was poor. My father told me that pen writing has a wide range of uses and primary schools must practice it well. My father introduced me to the copybook specially written by Uncle Pang Zhonghua, the most famous hard-pen calligrapher in China, and I took a quick look. Wow! The handwriting inside is really beautiful. Originally, I thought my handwriting was quite good, and the teacher praised me for my neat handwriting. But compared with this, the words I wrote are not called a word, and the lines of words are just rows of small ants.

Dad encouraged me to say, "Your goal is to write beautiful words like Uncle Pang Zhonghua." Embarrassed, I said, "Do you still want me to surpass Uncle Pang Zhonghua?" Dad touched me and said, "Of course, as long as you have perseverance, nothing is impossible." Dad's eyes sparkled with kindness.

Last semester, I made a mistake at school, and my mother took me back from school. When I heard my father's car, I knew my father had come back. My heart is pounding at the thought of being criticized this time. Sure enough, my dad asked me what I did at school as soon as he came in. I looked into my father's eyes. I was so scared that I told him everything and promised him that I wouldn't make the same mistake again. But in order for me to correct this mistake, my father's big hand hit my little hand a few times. Although my hand hurts, I know my father did it for me.

As the days passed, I grew up with my father's care, education and love. Dad, I can feel your love for me. Thank you.

My father works in a design institute, of medium height, in his early forties, and speaks politely. However, he robbed my study, which is really "an old monk has too many porridge-endless".

Whenever he has dinner, he will say, "What math are you teaching today? What does Chinese teach? Have you read the English text? ..... "Put down the chopsticks, I sat on the sofa, and he pleaded," Kiki, open your schoolbag and let me see your homework. " What is even more exasperating is that whenever I sit at my desk and do my homework, he also moves a chair to sit next to me and "supervise the war", occasionally opening a chatterbox. ...

Before English, math and English exams, he always sits next to me as a matter of routine. "Mathematical simplification is preceded by a negative sign. If you remove the brackets, you need to change the symbol, and the multiplication symbol can be omitted. When doing application problems, you should look at the problems carefully and remember the mathematical concepts. " "Read more English texts and memorize words." "Chinese words are relatively silent. When to use them, make it clear and don't confuse them." "Dad, I get it." I said impatiently. "Do you understand? Know what? Do the short answer on the math weekend paper when you understand it. There is a minus sign in front of parentheses. When you remove parentheses, you will change this symbol. To tell the truth, what my father said is really reasonable. I just have a careless question. I really don't know when I can change it.

I got good grades in the math exam in Unit 2. Thanks to my father's nagging, I am prepared. ...

Now I have tasted the sweetness of my father's nagging. His nagging is a good medicine for my carelessness. Every progress in learning is due to my father's "nagging". I must say thank you, my nagging father.

Father's composition 14 I read its meaning from my father's melancholy eyes.

Dad is a tea farmer. Apart from his familiarity and interest in the tea industry, he has almost no other hobbies. Every year when tea grows vigorously, it is the busiest time in our family. Most of the family's income also depends on fried tea, but this year, ...

Dad had a serious illness before, and he has been in poor health. Doctors often tell him not to be too tired, but dad just can't help himself, and he still works day and night for this family. No, my father was admitted to the hospital again this spring.

Originally, my father had many plans to make a fortune in this year's tea festival. Now it seems to be ruined. Dad is very anxious and frustrated. He looked at the green outside the window all day and was reluctant to leave for a long time. He is looking at his favorite tea. Whenever other tea farmers pretend to stir-fry tea in the middle of the night to do business, dad's brow is always locked. Maybe he is envious, maybe he is regretting. ...

Although dad can't do business, he still hasn't given up the pursuit of good tea. From time to time, he will go to the people who stir-fry tea in the village. He sat by and watched people cooking, quietly letting tea smell into his heart and spleen, which was his favorite taste. After the tea is fried, he will carefully observe and taste it slowly, and then give some valuable suggestions to those tea farmers.

Here, I want to say to my father, "Isn't it just one year? Isn't it just a few catties of tea? Good health is still very important. When you recover, let's cheer together next year! "

Dad's composition 15 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" I believe everyone has heard this song "Only a mother is good in the world" several years ago. This is about the supreme mother who was pregnant in October. Today we are going to talk about the father who is responsible for telling us the truth of life. He is kind and gentle and doesn't beat children.

Take my dad for example. Me, an active boy. I especially like playing. There is a big bad habit: I like to save my homework for last. I didn't start writing until the second half of the fourth grade summer vacation. But the progress is slow every day. I still have three compositions to write in the last five days. This is a major task. Because this time my mother also said that the composition must be "quality". That night, my mother made a surprise inspection. He cried as soon as he saw it. "Why are there three compositions missing?" She flew into a rage at the sight of her face. Just then, she picked up a "weapon" and hit me. I began to cry and led my father downstairs who was watching TV. He asked why, took me to another room and said calmly, "Didn't you agree?" I said, "I said it was finished that day." Dad asked me to write after asking one question after another, and don't do my homework at the end in the future. Save you another beating. I thought dad would fly into a rage in the room. I didn't expect him to be like this. Of course, I can't finish the composition of primary school students like this. He also taught me to swim. Play chess; Teach me the truth of being a man and so on. So I say my father is amiable and gentle. Finally, I want you to present a song "There is a Good Dad in the World" for your good dad.