The opening of the father's appearance slightly depicted in a side-by-side description of the way to show the characteristics of the father's character, so as to lay a certain amount of pavement for the story of the latter. The story depicted in the essay should be a personal experience in life, in order to better capture the reader's feelings, need to pay attention to the end of the article to highlight their own feelings for their father, and to echo the previous article. Father's love is always with us, so the description of the father is to be in the description of their own emotions for the father, from the small things in life to start, but also from the true feelings.
Below I write three to "my good father" as the title of the composition, for your reference! My Good Father Essay 1"Dad, Dad, I have a good father ...... "Whenever I hear this song, I can't help but think of my good father.
He has a pair of big, shining eyes under his thick eyebrows. And double eyelids! Under his tall nose, he has a mouth that can impart infinite knowledge. He is 1. 68 meters tall and weighs 65 kilograms. He likes to wear a suit, looks quite handsome, often heard his mother say so, he is a people's teacher.
Dad was a junior high school math teacher in Guizhi, and mom and I lived in Dongliu. We were separated from our dad by a long distance. I was a teacher at the school, and I had to go back every Saturday, and then I had to leave before the sun came up on Sunday. No matter what kind of weather it is, I can't stop my dad, he works so hard!
Even so, he still cares about me very much. Take Sunday for example! That morning, Dad got up early at six o'clock to boil me rice and eggs. I ate these when I got up, because I didn't like eating breakfast outside, and then he took me to Anqing to learn the piano. In the car, my dad told me stories and jokes:he played charades and riddles with me. Every time I was in the car, the time seemed so short. When I got off the bus at Dadukou, my dad held my hand tightly for fear that I would be lost. When I arrived at the teacher's place, Dad sat on the sofa and listened intently to me play the zither. As soon as I got home, my father instructed me to play, telling me to straighten my posture, to play in tune, to straighten my bow, and to learn to play by ear. I played and played until my dad was satisfied, then he smiled and nodded and let me rest. He then immediately got a big apple for me to eat.
At night, Dad was going to show off his skills. He put on his apron and looked like a high-class chef. Mom and I were watching TV outside, and Dad was busy in the kitchen. After a while, Dad said, "Let's eat!" Mom and I came to the kitchen. There were chicken thighs the size of a fist, bitter-sweet bitter melon shreds, meatballs, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes ...... all of which I love to eat. I gobbled down my food, my father kept pouring food into my bowl and said, "Eat more, eat slowly, don't swallow!" Dad saw me eat with great relish and grinned. When it was time to go to bed, my dad gave me a bath, carried me to bed, and tucked me in. And kissed me gently on the forehead and said, "Good night, baby!" I soon fell into the fragrance of sleep, but Daddy was still mopping the floor and doing the laundry ...... ah!
Daddy, my good daddy, you worked hard! I love you forever! I will repay you with excellent grades!
My good father Essay 2My father is not tall, has a pair of thick and big hands, my brother sits on the swing, my father often use his hands to push his brother to swing, he has a big belly, like a frog, speak top, just match his big mouth, funny.
My dad not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life. In order to let me study at ease, he purposely let my mom quit her job to tutor me in my studies, and he also made a Study Plan with me for each semester to make it easier and happier for me to study. While mom carefully prepared delicious food and drinks for me, my weight doubled, so dad ordered me to control my fat. Let me increase my exercise and often play soccer, badminton and jump rope with me. Now I am not fat or thin, so lucky to have a good father.
My dad is not only great at calligraphy, he also plays guitar beautifully. Every time I practice calligraphy, he will be beside me tirelessly teaching one stroke at a time, explaining the stroke order and structure of a character after writing each character, and giving each character a score. When I played the piano, he would take his beloved guitar to play with me, and father and son would play and sing together, which was a lot of fun.
My dad was not only articulate, but also a big-hearted man, who was invited to be a judge in a recitation contest and was well received. It is better to say that he has a big belly than to say that he is generous. At home I often play for some things, he always humbled me. In the unit, dad is big and generous famous.
In my eyes, my father is a good father; in my mother's eyes, my father is a good husband; in the eyes of colleagues, my father is a person who will be humble.
My good father Essay 3"A national face, round and bulging like a hamburger, a pair of stern eyes under those thick and long eyebrows, whoever sees these eyes will unconsciously keep a distance from him, a surprisingly high forehead, and deeply sunken eyes, like two clear springs hidden under a prominent rock." "A few fine wrinkles appeared vaguely on the unassuming face, the marks left by the frost of years." Who is he talking about? Oh, it turned out to be my dear father.
My dad has a "sense of humor". My dad usually greets everyone he meets. He also loves to joke with others, no matter where they are, no matter whether they know each other or not. I remember once, I went to play ping-pong with my dad, the road met two schoolchildren, one of them said: "I didn't eat in the morning, I'm going to buy a hot dog." Dad heard, hurriedly went over and said: "There is no cold cat?" Teased them both laugh. See, isn't that sardonic?
My father is also particularly fond of "raising gymnastics". I remember once, our family planted a cluster of daffodils, I came to the table in a daze, saw a small daffodil, is slowly opening, the white petals really delightful. Look at my dad, he was admiring it with his hands while he was chattering to us not to touch it. After a while, his demeanor became solemn, picking up a magnifying glass, staring silently at the daffodils, as if to see every leaf vein trembling, to see every petal stretching. Later I realized that he had stayed up all night to observe the daffodils opening. Strangely enough, he was still so energetic the next day.
Look, my dad can be really like a little girl when he is serious. There are countless things that my dad is careless about, too. I remember one time, mom put the softener for washing wool sweater in the empty bottle of shampoo, and repeatedly told dad not to use it by mistake. But within a few days, Dad was confused and used the wrong one, while he was rubbing his hair hard and shouting at the top of his lungs. Hard rubbing hair, while shouting: "This shampoo is not comfortable to use, why no bubbles?" My mom and I shouted in unison: "How did you use the wrong one? That's for washing wool sweaters." "Oh, Dad, do you have wool growing on your head?" I teased him again. He then realized, and rushed to wash his hair and get the real shampoo and rewash it. When is dad going to break this bad habit.
Dad, although your hands are obviously not as energetic as they used to be, it is still so wide and thick, I hold those hands, it feels so warm your hands for me to hold a piece of the sky for growing up, so that I live a carefree life, I love you!