In the past, those solid and broad hands became so thin and weak, with slender fingers and bare veins. Touching my father's bones and muscles, my heart twitched and I couldn't help frowning and closing my eyes to suppress the pain in my heart.
Why is my strong and tall father missing? Thought of here, my eyes filled with tears. I looked at my father's haggard face with tears in my eyes and didn't know what to say.
I just looked at my father silently. I felt the love in his eyes and read everything.
Dad, are you blaming yourself? You told me with apologetic eyes. Are you blaming yourself for not bringing us up and for not giving us more care and love? No, dad.
I want to say that I am not the one who should blame myself and repent! Think about how much you have paid over the years and how much I have paid? I'm so stupid. Why can't I understand all this earlier and cherish it? Because my fantasy has not come true, I despise you and this family.
I envy other people's parents with higher education, their family background and everything ... I also secretly thought that if my parents changed, I might become an artist, a pop singer or a young poet. Look, how heavy my vanity is! Talking about you the other day, Uncle Yang said: Although your father has no education, he is much greater than some educated people! He decided that public things just can't be taken and can't go through the back door, but why can't those people do it? But such a good person ... alas! Dad, I am so proud and ashamed to hear this-for those childish and absurd ideas.
Can you forgive me, Dad? You didn't answer, but I saw it. I saw the look of relief in your eyes. You smiled-in your heart.
Dad not only takes care of the flowers himself, but also often helps us to spray water, weed, prune and kill insects when we finish our homework. While working, he explains the characteristics of various flowers and the knowledge of flower cultivation. Once, I saw a branched flower and asked, "Dad, why did you plant this?" Look at that long branch, there is not even a flower. "
Dad didn't answer me immediately, but asked me, "Xiaohong, when enjoying the cool at night, there is a faint fragrance." Do you smell it? " "hmm!" I nodded my head. Dad gently stroked the flower and said affectionately, "It's called cordate telosma.
It does not dispute beauty, quietly opens at night, and exudes a faint fragrance. What a noble character! "I looked at cordate telosma and listened to my father's words, lost in thought ... After a pause, my father asked me again," Xiaohong, what's your favorite flower? " "That pot, epiphyllum." "Oh, epiphyllum? Why? " "It's so expensive!" Dad pondered, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Epiphyllum is rare, but its character is not commendable." "
Have you ever learned the idiom "a flash in the pan"? Don't be an epiphyllum! "Then, my father told us about the elegance of Clivia, the stubbornness of plum blossoms and the nobility of chrysanthemum ... My father's words, like manna, flowed into our hearts. Finally, my father gave me a pot of cactus, asking me to learn from it, not afraid of cold and heat, giving my brother a pot of mimosa with strong self-esteem, and asking my brother to guard against arrogance and rashness and be open-minded and eager to learn.
I had a sweet dream that night. In the dream, my brother and I turned into flowers, and my father was trying to spray water, prune and kill insects for us.
2. Topic 1 is about writing a composition about fatherly love: fatherly love is as great as a mountain, a simple word, which is well known, well known and unknown.
I have a true feeling, a pure fatherly love and a cherished fatherly love here. Bang, bang, bang, a drop of raindrops like soybeans fell from the black ruby night sky and strung into a string of crystal beads.
Woo-hoo, woo-hoo, a burst of crying came from a house that was not gorgeous. That's the source of my love for a long time.
That night, I was ill, had a high fever and cried at home for a long time. What should I do? The doctor didn't answer the phone, and the child had a high fever.
Dad was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the room, sweating profusely. The expression that usually makes me happy is long gone.
Mother gave me a wet towel and put it on my hot forehead. There's nothing I can do. How about I drive her to the hospital? Dad asked anxiously.
Mother said with a frown, that's all. So my father gave me his coat and put his raincoat on me-my father braved the storm and sent me to the hospital.
When I arrived at the hospital, the rain soaked my father's body. But he didn't care about it, just explained my illness to the doctor again and again, and said to the doctor in a pleading tone: Please be sure to cure my daughter.
After a night, my condition improved slightly and people were much more comfortable. The moment I opened my eyes, my father's familiar figure appeared in front of me.
The first thing he asked me was: Honey, you are awake. What do you want to eat? At that time, I was thinking: Did my father always watch over me and care about me yesterday? Thought of here, I burst into tears-this is my share of fatherly love. Love is not a treasure, not a wonderful flower, but it is more precious, better and more worth cherishing than them.
Chapter 2: There is only one father who loves the earth deeply, and there is only one father. Each of our children has his own father.
Fatherly love is great and selfless. I think so, because in our family, my father is the one who loves me the most.
My father picks me up every day and takes me to school. Dad sent me to school, always saying: study hard, dad supports you! After school, dad will ask: What did you learn today? Is it too much pressure? Every time I finish the exam and do well, my father will say, OK, keep working hard! If I don't do well in the exam, my father won't condemn me like other parents, but help me find the reason for my failure and encourage me.
Dad is so tolerant and loves me so much, how can I not study hard? Once after school, it was originally a clear sky in Wan Li, and dark clouds floated from nowhere. It began to rain soon, which caught people off guard. Just after school, people have no rain gear. When my father came to pick me up, many parents waited at the school gate with their children until the rain stopped. But my father put on my clothes and walked home quickly with me in his arms for fear that I might catch cold.
On the way, I clearly heard my father's panting voice, and I was very uneasy and said, Dad, let me run for a while! Dad said firmly: no, I will go home soon, as long as you don't catch a cold. My heart is warm, and I feel the delicacy and selflessness of my father's love in small things.
Chapter 3: Father's love is boundless. I have read many stories about maternal love, but few about paternal love. Maybe it's because my mother takes care of the children and my father is busy with work, so I have less contact with my father and can't feel love. In my life, I have experienced many different fatherly loves.
Once, my family went climbing. As soon as we entered the mountain, we heard the sound of the stream. We followed the sound all the way up the hill. Go to a path on the edge of the cliff, and my father said, I'll go outside and you go inside.
Although the mountain wind is very strong at this time, this sentence makes my heart warm. We finally came to the stream, listening to the music brought by the stream and smelling the fragrance brought by the plants. I can't help walking into the stream and touching it.
Ah, clear water, even the leaves under the water can be seen clearly. I enjoyed the gift given by nature to my heart's content and forgot everything. I drew water, put the paper boat into the water, took a sip and tasted its sweetness. I've had enough fun and turned around to see my father standing behind me. It turns out that he has been standing behind me watching over me. We set off for the top of the mountain again, and finally my feet couldn't stand it, and I got blisters all over.
My father gave my bag to my mother and put me on my back without saying anything. I weigh over 80 kilograms. I remember when I was in a big kindergarten class, my father couldn't control me.
In this way, he carried me all the way to the top of the mountain An understatement and a casual action made me feel my father's boundless love.
Chapter four: Father loves father, like a lamp, illuminating my way forward. My father is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain. Father's love is like a trickle, nourishing my heart. Once, I was playing downstairs and a dog ran towards me. He seems to be biting me. I can't breathe. It is like a sculpture standing there, like putting its foot into the square, motionless. After a long time, the dog was still circling around us. Wherever we go, it follows us. What a so-called follower! After a while, we relaxed our vigilance and played games. The cat came to catch me. I ran, and the dog rushed to bite my calf. I'm afraid and anxious. I wonder if the dog was vaccinated against rabies and bit me deeply. I ran home in tears, and the dog had been taken away by the owner.
Dad took me to the epidemic prevention station by taxi. The doctor cleaned my wound, injected me and told us the date of the last four injections. Dad was afraid of forgetting, so he quickly wrote it down in the mobile phone memo, checked it with the doctor and added an alarm clock. It's already 1 1 when I get home, but my father didn't complain and helped me check the wound, but my father has to go to work tomorrow.
The next day, my father reflected the matter to the property staff, hoping that the property company could strengthen the dog control in the community and not let others get hurt again. Hearing this, the staff of the property management company said that they must strengthen the management of this work.
After my father's careful care, my wound is getting better day by day and my mental trauma has been healed. Through such a person ..
3. Writing a composition My father is a person who scares me and likes me.
Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head. I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into E799Be5Bae997AEE7ad944B 893E5b19E313332643233, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible!
Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing.
Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a good beating with all my strength. I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.
Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut. As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck. You are a fierce Donald Duck. "
Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I am both afraid of him and like him.
The topic of the composition is Dad, which brought me into contact with the surrounding environment and gave me a very warm caress. This is something I can't get over for a long time. But from that moment on, I realized that a father needs endless love from his children. It was the night before my father turned 40, and I quietly leaned over his ear and asked him what he wanted for his birthday. My father patted me on the head and smiled and said, "Son, I don't lack anything, you are." At that time, I only took my father's concern for granted, and my contribution was "a clear conscience", so I readily agreed. That night, I suddenly woke up and found that the light in my father's room was still on. In the dim light, my father has fallen asleep, and there is an unfinished note next to him. That's the growth diary he wrote for me. I couldn't help but be curious and secretly looked at it: ". Her filial piety to me is really sweeter than honey, and I am really the happiest father in the world ... "I don't feel a little blushed, and suddenly I found that my contribution to my father was so little. My father is willing to stay up and work for a few days to accompany me, but I am always full of resentment in order to accompany my father downstairs for five minutes. He put down his favorite books and periodicals to help me study, but I always complain about the delay in watching cartoons to chat with him; He spent a lot of money to help me buy what I needed, but I didn't give up buying him a birthday present ... Seeing my father's tired figure, I finally burst into tears. There is a song that goes like this: "The herringbone structure supports each other." My father will always hold up a blue sky for me, but I still don't know how to be a child. Is this really a clear conscience? The next day, I prepared a gift for my father early. From then on, I accompanied my father for a walk in the sunset, and I snuggled up to my father in the dark and poured out my heart. I believe I will make him the happiest father, because I am already the happiest daughter. If my dad is a pie, I am a slap in the face. On the basis of my mother, we wrote a capital "person"
5. Write a composition entitled: Dad loves me. Father doesn't love me at all. Maybe you often think so.
In our eyes, father is a person who doesn't love us. He may always be busy with work and have no time, or he is often away from home and seldom takes us out to play when he comes back. When we say something wrong, we severely criticize us and even "educate" us. This made our impression of our father worse and worse, and some students even turned against him.
But does father really not love us? Do you remember when you were born, who kissed your stubble and held you all day to show off how beautiful and cute your baby was? When you grow up, he works hard for you to go to a good school and work hard for you to eat and sleep well.
Have you noticed that several strands of silver have grown on his head? When you are sick, no matter where he is, he will put down his work and come back to see you as soon as possible. If he can't come back, he will keep calling you to ask if you have taken any medicine and feel better. He will also tell you to take medicine on time and go to bed early. If you feel uncomfortable, you can ask the teacher for leave. Maybe his language is not gentle. Maybe he will scold you for not taking care of yourself and getting sick. At this time, you will feel that a father and a man will be like a mother.
Why is this? Maybe you are smart enough to understand, or maybe you are still in the dark. Does father love us? If love, why don't we know? On the evening of June 1 1, next to the Cultural and Sports Center of Tongan District, Xiamen.
A 7-year-old daughter left school. On her father's way home, a big wall on the roadside suddenly collapsed. At the critical moment, my father pushed my seven-year-old daughter away. As a result, my father was crushed to death by a brick wall and died after being sent to hospital, but my youngest daughter narrowly escaped death. /kloc-On the night of June, 0/6, on the eve of Father's Day, a baby less than half a year old lost his father before he could remember his face.
At the time of the incident, a family of three had just left the self-service bank and a cement block fell from the 18 floor. The young father clung to his daughter but was killed. The fathers of the two girls are gone. They have no father, but their father propped up a wall with fatherly love to protect their children and give them hope for life.
Father loves mountains, deep and great. Students, stop blaming your's father. You should learn to understand him and try to taste the love he gives you.
Father's love is not absent, he just looks at us silently and cares about us.
6. Let me write a composition entitled: Dad, I want to say to you, dear Dad: Hello, first of all, I want to say hello to you. How are you? On this late spring night, I sit at the window and write to you. The wind outside the window is blowing gently, just like my wandering thoughts.
Close your eyes, and your familiar face will immediately appear in front of you. Although we are separated, after all, * * * has lived together for more than ten years. We are like tree trunks and branches, close to each other, but we really write to you, but the pen in our hand is hard to drop. Time flies, unconsciously, I have grown into a fifteen-year-old boy, almost as tall as you.
Open yesterday's diary, lines are full of laughter, childhood wind chimes, swinging a string of silvery laughter. In retrospect, the past was so warm, so sweet, so clear, just like yesterday, right in front of my eyes. Dad, do you remember? On a starry summer night, we enjoy the cool in the yard, and the cool evening breeze brings bursts of fragrant rice and flowers.
You hugged me gently, put me on your shoulder and asked me, "Tong Ning, what do you think the stars are like?" Without thinking, I replied, "It's like pop rock." You smiled and pointed your finger at my forehead. "Silly boy, you only know how to eat." "A shiny one is like sugar."
"Yes, yes, just like sugar. Tomorrow, dad will make you the longest ladder, so that you can climb to the sky and have a full meal. " You also pointed to the shallow white light belt in the southwest and told me that it was the "Milky Way", which contained 10 million stars, some of which were bigger than the earth.
I don't know what10 million is. I can only count dozens of fingers. You told me:10 million is as much as sand on the beach, as much as leaves in the whole village, as much as water drops in the south river. I can't help but sigh: "10 million so much."
Later, my friends and I had an argument over a certain number. I asked them: Do you know 10 million? They looked at each other at once, so I learned to tell them in your tone,10 billion is a lot ... Dad, maybe you don't know, those cool summer nights are so beautiful and unforgettable to me. Dad, thank you for enlightening me. You taught me to observe the world and explore life with curious eyes.
Whenever the early morning sunshine turns two pear trees in the yard golden yellow, whenever Lu Hua chickens craned their necks to croak and walked proudly around the henhouse, you would push out that old bike and shout, "Son, get on the bus and let's go to school." I picked up my schoolbag and ran to your side. You held me in the back seat with your strong arms, and the bell rang a series of crisp "jingles"-I was on my way.
When we get to the west of the village, I'll show you four big magpie nests on the locust tree in front of Grandpa Zhao's door. The car drove past the village entrance, and I let you listen to the sound of running water in the irrigation canal. When the car drove across the bridge and walked in the field, I also caught a big reckless flower hitting your back. When the car passed the market, I heard the vendors selling again. I like talking to you about school, too. You always listen to me ramble and talk about this and that with great interest. Some students were sitting on my father's motorcycle, flying past us and calling my name proudly, but I didn't envy them at all.
Dad, every morning when I go to school is the happiest time of my day. I still remember the nursery rhyme you taught me: "The gatehouse is a few feet high, 36 feet high, riding a big horse and holding a knife ..." The sky in my childhood was blue and pure, and the willow flute of the years played a string of gentle dreams, and the affectionate old car sang that wordless song every day. Later, I learned to ride a bike, and I don't need you to drive me every day. That old car has also been retired with honor. Now, it stands rusty in the shed where the sundries are kept at home, and no one cares. But whenever I inadvertently see it, I always feel a different feeling in my heart.
Dad, thank you, thank you for that old car, which made me have such a wonderful childhood. I grew up day by day, and now I am in junior high school. In recent years, you have also gone out to work. Maybe I grew up, maybe we spent too little time together. I felt a little strange when you came home.
Dad, I don't think you are as cheerful and talkative as before. You often smoke without saying a word. I don't know what makes you change so much. Is your work unsatisfactory, or is my performance unsatisfactory? You no longer fly kites and fish with me, and you don't talk to me much. With the growth of my grade, your requirements for me are getting higher and higher. The most you say to me is "study hard, don't be naughty, and go into the river." You asked me to get a hundred points in the top three before the exam. Dad, in my son's mind, you have changed.
That time, grandma was sick and you were sitting on the sofa smoking alone. The smoke in the room makes people cough. Mom told you to quit smoking, but you yelled at her and scolded her for crying. I want to say a few words of encouragement, so I hesitate to approach you. Before I could speak, you suddenly stood up, pushed me away, shouted "Go, go away", pushed me out of the door and slammed the door. I stood outside the door, feeling wronged and miserable. Dad, you've never treated me like this. The way you are angry really scares me.
After school that day, I went home happily and took out a math test paper with a score of 100, which I showed to you and your mother. Looking at the bright red "100", my mother beamed, but you said, "You'll be cocky after a quiz 100. It's not a senior high school entrance examination. Go back to your room and do your homework. " My heart suddenly cooled, and my enthusiasm was extinguished instantly. I tried my best to hold back the tears that were about to flow and not let them fall.
Dad, do you know how much I want to see your smile and hear your praise and encouragement when I put that perfect test paper in my pocket and sang songs all the way home? Can you understand my feelings? Today, when I grew up, I began to try to understand you and gradually understand your good intentions. You hope I won't be proud and strive for higher goals. Dad, maybe the way you love me is like winter and wintersweet. You should make wintersweet blossom with ice, snow and cold.
For that job, you have to work in the northeast. I sent you out that day. It's raining in Mao Mao. You, mom and I are standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus. I really want to say to you, "Take care of yourself.
7. The topic of the composition is gratitude to parents, how to write a little bit about parents' feelings and children's voices-thanking parents not only gave us the right to live, but also was the earliest enlightener on our life journey. They gave us flesh and blood, they raised us with hardships, they taught us the basic truth of being a man, and made us feel the preciousness of life and the happiness of life. My father is an excellent teacher, and he has an obsession with his work. Have deep and sincere love for grandparents; Have a real and touching responsibility to the family; Have a generous and frank concern for colleagues and friends; For me, there is a kind and selfless love unique to my father. My father inspired me to work hard with actions and taught me to be honest and trustworthy with words! In the dead of winter, I sat in bed and read with relish. My father always puts a hot water bottle at my cold feet, and the warm fatherly love permeates the whole room. Since I was born, my mother has always taken care of me with their selfless love. Mother's love is like a swallow in spring, which brings me intoxicating spring flowers. Mother's love is like a trickle, always watering my tender heart; Motherly love is the most affectionate love movement, which plays the most touching, brilliant and holy movement for me. This kind of love has been integrated into the plain life, and it has always accompanied me to grow up with its meticulous care and care, resisting the cold of spring and autumn on earth. White-haired children are deeply in debt and vividly remember. Some people say, "Parents give everything and sacrifice everything." However, my parents have been working hard for us all their lives. Children from poor families can give their parents meager food and help them as much as possible; Children who travel far often go home to show filial piety. These little loves will bring great comfort to parents. It is human nature to be filial to parents. Please remember.