My father's fourth grade composition

In life, work and study, everyone has the experience of writing a composition, so they are familiar with it. According to the characteristics of writing proposition, composition can be divided into propositional composition and non-propositional composition. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are nine compositions written by my father in the fourth grade. Welcome to share.

Father's fourth grade composition 1 I have a good father who is responsible for his family and serious about his work. He added a lot of laughter to my family life.

From the back, my father's image is simply China's version of "Ceng Zhiwei". In the eyes of my mother, my father's face is like a comedian "Zhao Benshan" and his eyes are as charming as Grandpa Bi, the host of the Avenue of Stars. Under his charming eyes, that little nose is strong enough to smell what mom is cooking under the building. No wonder my mother always said that my father was trained in "police dog" school. Dad always talks a lot and makes our family laugh from time to time.

My father has many advantages. Of course, people can't be perfect. My father has shortcomings, too. Today I want to praise my father's merits.

Once I went to my grandmother's house on holiday and suddenly had a high fever of 39 degrees at night. My mother called my father. At that time, my father was very tired after returning to Yancheng from Nanjing on business. Father hurriedly drove from Yancheng to Sheyang. When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I got on the bus and went to Yancheng Third Hospital without a minute's rest. When I got to the hospital, it was already one o'clock at night. My father was busy looking for a doctor until he gave me an infusion. That night, mom and dad sat beside me to rest.

Dad works in an office. He is very busy. He goes out early and comes back late every day. He travels a lot. He has been in Shanghai on business these days. Dad is rated as an advanced worker by the company every year, and party member is excellent. Whenever dad looks at his certificate of honor, he is happy.

This is a good father who is responsible for his family and serious about his work.

I remember when I was a child, my mother had to work overtime at night, and my father always came home from work early to watch me. Take me for a walk in the park at night, tell me to look up and count the stars, and tell me that although the moon is beautiful and bright, there are many stars, which is more beautiful.

This is all my memories of my father when I was a child. When I grew up, my father became busy and hardly cared about my brother and me. When I was a child, the only warmth was covered by the coldness in my memory. On rainy days, dad won't pick us up from school like other students' dads. He has long been optimistic about the weather forecast, so let's take an umbrella. Otherwise, he will call his mother to pick us up. In study, dad doesn't ask questions. He always said that learning is for himself and depends on self-consciousness.

I don't like my father, let alone love my father. I didn't understand the depth of father's love until I grew up.

I went to summer camp alone in the fourth grade. It's been two days and I'm still alone. In the evening, my father suddenly called: "Nell, are you okay in Tianjin? It will rain tomorrow. Please put on more clothes and take an umbrella. " "Well, I see." "Nell, tomorrow is your birthday. Mom and dad are not around. Take good care of yourself and buy yourself some gifts. " "hmm." I don't know when my pillow was wet with tears on the other end of the phone. I was afraid that my father would be worried, so I tried to keep my voice down and pretended to be impatient and said, "I know, I know, dad, I'm sleepy." Bye. " Then listen to the busy signal on the other end of the phone and continue to cry sadly. The next morning, my father sent me a short message, wishing me a happy birthday, and told me to bring an umbrella, wear thick clothes, not to be willful, and so on. At that moment, my tears came down again I wiped it hard and watched the torch relay with a smile.

This is my father, and this is the strongest love I have ever felt from his father, although it is so dull.

My father is a very conscientious father. He works late into the night every day. Every time I wake up from my dream, I can see his busy figure.

One afternoon this summer, I was playing under a tree, and suddenly a bug landed on my big toe. I bent down, scratched it, touched it and turned it over to play. "ah!" Suddenly, the bug suddenly turned over and bit my toe hard, making me scream. I quickly shook off the bug on my foot and trampled it to death like revenge. At this time, my wound was itchy, but I didn't take it seriously.

A few days later, a small bubble appeared on my toe, which was itchy and I wanted to prick it. Dad stopped me and said, "No pricking. If it is punctured, it will be infected and festered by bacteria. After a few days, the skin slowly absorbs and naturally reduces swelling. " So I put on my shoes and went out as soon as I itched.

Because every exercise oppresses the blisters, at night, a big, black and hard pustule has appeared on the toes. From itching to pain, I dare not walk. When my father saw my painful appearance, he was very anxious and kept muttering, "What should I do?" ? What should I do? Suddenly, my father picked up the car keys, turned and walked to the door, saying, "I'll go to the drugstore to buy some medicine, and I'll be right back." Say that finish, ride a motorcycle and disappear into the vast night. In a short time, my father came back on a motorcycle, holding two boxes of medicine, one is erythromycin ointment and the other is hydrogen peroxide. Then, Dad took out the needle and broke Pi Zha outside the pustule. Then he squeezed it hard with his hand.

"ah! It hurts! " I grinned, gnashed my teeth and shouted, but tears flowed involuntarily. Hydrogen peroxide fell on my wound and bit the glug white dog. Dad looked at me with distress and said anxiously, "No, the pus hasn't been squeezed out yet. The medicine is running out, so I have to buy some more. " So, dad hurried out again and disappeared in the middle of the night again. ...

At that moment, I deeply realized what fatherly love is!

In the journey of life, everyone has a stream of memories, and it is those pearl-like waves that make up a colorful life.

My father not only gave me life, but also gave me the true meaning. On my tortuous life path, it is like a bright red road sign, standing on muddy land, leading me to a bright and beautiful front.

I remember once, my father came home late and didn't eat, but he didn't go to eat, but checked my homework first. When checking my homework, he circled my typo with a black ink pen and wrote the correct words beside it. In this way, he carefully checked word by word, and then he took his time to check my font. For those typos, my father asked me to write one line for each word. My father's checking math homework is very different from checking Chinese homework. When he checks his math homework, he checks it carefully. When he saw a wrong question, he asked me to correct it and told me the formula and method of this question.

When my father checks my math homework, he will sign it for me just like my Chinese homework, but there is a difference. Dad will mark me when he checks the wrong question, write me the question what's wrong, and write me the date and time I did it.

Ah! This is my father. You have given me so much care and love. I love you!

Father's Day is coming! I want to take this opportunity to give my father a gift and praise him.

This time, I want to recommend my good father. Let's talk about the reasons for recommendation ... a little more.

First, my father is very kind to me; Because every time I want to do something, as long as it is reasonable, he allows it. For example, I want to buy comic books. As long as I study hard and say everything, I won't stop reading them. Before the exam, you can continue to study as long as you study hard when it is time to study.

Dad is also my study partner. Why do you say that? It is because there are problems in learning that I can't learn. If he can, he will teach me seriously until I can. If he can't, he will study with me, look up information and teach me. Well, to tell the truth, my father is a patient man and is good at teaching children.

But dad is also a very fierce person. Although he didn't hit me like this, he also scolded a lot! I remember a time when I was often scolded by my father, and I was scolded only when I did something wrong. It's really hard these days. However, if you don't do well in the exam, there will be no scolding. It's not bad for dad to curse, because dad is also a civilized person and won't curse; So dad's behavior will also affect me.

Guess what I am going to say about my father! When I am unhappy, he often does some funny actions to make me laugh. Once, our family of three went out shopping. Dad suddenly pretended to be a cripple and smiled at my mother and me, but everyone around him looked at him, so dad smiled himself. Did you read it and guess it? To tell the truth, my father is fierce, but he is also like a child.

Father's Day is coming. I wish my father a happy holiday and hope that he will be a "big" friend every day. Live happily with me and have a true childlike innocence.

My father is not tall, fat or thin. He wears rimless glasses and always wears a short-sleeved shirt.

No matter what dad does, he moves quickly. I remember the other day when I finished my homework and packed my schoolbag at home, my father came in and said, "Can I help you check your math homework?" Hearing this, I readily agreed. Dad took out two exercise books from my schoolbag and sat on the sofa looking through them. I drank a little water, ready to watch TV, just turn on the TV, haven't adjusted the channel, he called me over.

By the time I went to my father's place, he had checked my word book and told me that two questions were wrong. After listening, I picked up a pen and corrected two wrong questions. I put down my pen and took my book back to my schoolbag.

I put down my schoolbag and walked to the TV. I started watching TV again. Tick tock, tick tock. Time flies. In a blink of an eye, two minutes passed. I thought my father was going to finish checking his homework. Sure enough, my father's words interrupted my thinking, and another homework was finished.

The next day, the teacher handed out homework, and I got good grades from excellent stars.

My father is in his early thirties, wearing a pair of glasses, short hair and a beard on his face. He is fine, but he is a little grumpy. When he is angry, anyone who is good at observing his face and color can tell. He loves my sister and me very much. However, as long as we have anything wrong, we will inevitably be reprimanded. When I was a child, he always gave us some "moral lessons".

I remember once, I went to the park to play alone. Easy? Suddenly, I found some birds on the telephone pole. I think: just take one and go back to make a specimen. So I picked up a stone and tried my best to suck it. There was a loud noise in my ear when I threw it. Shit! Is everything all right? I rushed over and ran to the noisy place. Look! It turned out that I broke someone else's glass. I knocked on the door and a white-haired old man came out to open the door. I said to him, "Grandpa, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to break your cup." Hearing this, the old man smiled and said, "You are an honest boy. Forget the glass. I will take care of it. " My heart sank when I heard grandpa's words.

When I got home, I told my father about it. As soon as my dad heard it, he said, "You can't do this. You have to think clearly about the consequences, but this time you did it without thinking clearly about the consequences. You made a mistake, so you must change it. Do you know? " Later, my father asked me to take him to grandpa's house, measured him and said to grandpa, "I will help you fix the glass."

From then on, I remembered what my father said to me and decided to be a principled person.

My father is a traffic policeman. He is in his thirties this year. He is about 1.7 meters tall, with a thick beard on his dark face, black eyebrows, sharp eyes and black hair. You look terrible in a neat police uniform.

Dad is introverted and not good at talking, but when it comes to diverting traffic and checking illegal vehicles, he can talk freely. As long as I can remember, every holiday when other people's fathers take their children out to play, I can only play with children in the same building in the compound. Go to school, rain or shine, my mother is always alone. Mom does all the big and small things at home alone. I don't know how hard it is to be a traffic policeman. I only remember seeing my father rarely. The more people have a holiday, the less my father is at home. From kindergarten to elementary school, he has never attended a parent-teacher conference, and even the teachers don't know him.

My father is very serious about his work. As long as there is traffic jam or service, he will arrive at the traffic jam site rain or shine. I remember one Sunday, when my father came home after a day and a night's walk, I said happily, "You can play with me this Sunday." As soon as the words were finished, the phone rang, and I only heard my father say "hello", "well" and "good" Dad put down the phone and said to me, "son, there is traffic jam again." Dad is going to divert traffic. " I am not happy when I hear it, so I can only watch my father go out.

Although my father can't play with me as often as other students' fathers, I am proud of his dedication to his work.

My father is a strict and kind father.

Let's talk about how strict my father is with me.

Dad has always been very strict with me. My weight is much heavier now than before. When dad knows, he will walk to school with me and come back after dinner every day. Go climbing with me every Saturday. Once we went to school together, and after a long walk, I was out of breath and didn't want to go any further. When my father saw me like this, his face suddenly fell and he said sternly, "Yang Yang, you are tired after only a few steps? You weren't so afraid of sports before. " After listening to my father's words, I suddenly had strength. I ran quickly to my father and went for a walk with him.

Next, I will introduce my father's affability.

Dad is always affable when he speaks. Once, I failed in the exam. I said in front of my father in dismay, "Dad, I failed this exam." Dad didn't get angry, just smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I failed the exam this time, and there will be another time." Dad, dad believes that you will do well in the next exam. "After listening to this sentence, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, as warm as the sun shining on me.

My father is really a strict and amiable father.