1. How to write the composition of my father's occupation

My mother is a doctor

My mother is a angels in white who protects people's health. She has a neither tall nor fat figure, and her eyes are full of love for me.

No matter how busy my mother is, she takes time out to help me with my study every day. For my healthy growth, she cooks delicious meals for me every day. One night when I had a cold and a fever, my mother was afraid that I would delay my homework the next day. She gave me injections, took medicine and took my temperature at home, and stayed up all night, guarding me. It's scary to get angry with my mother who cares about me and loves me so much. One day, when my parents got home from work, I climbed onto the windowsill to greet them. My mother saw me standing on the windowsill and rushed up to me in a hurry. She also hit me and said, "How dangerous it is to stand on the windowsill! What if I fall! " Although I feel wronged, I deeply feel my mother's love for me.

Mother's love is an umbrella in the rain, and under the umbrella is my wet face; Mother's love is a childhood ballad, and it will never grow old in memory. I will study hard and repay my mother's great love. Mom, I love you! 2. how to write a composition about my father's hard work

Part 1: My father's grass is green and fragrant, and home is the best harbor. Many times people will say that only my mother is good in the world, and I agree with this statement. However, my father is always such a tall image in my heart. My father always has no regrets, and sometimes he seldom complains when he is tired. I just like to relax myself with wine. I often see this scene: my father curled up and fell asleep on the sofa after drinking, and everything on the table was not cleaned up, so I had to do the work. I want to say that my father is different from others. Every time I am sick, I dare not tell him, because unlike other fathers, when children are sick, they will naturally be anxious and worried, but my father will scold me and say me. I don't even listen to the call to wear more clothes … so that sometimes I have to go to class when I am sick. Sometimes, I feel wronged. Why do I blame me when I am sick and don't care? However, after a long time, I won't feel wronged and blame my father. I still remember when I was a child, when I was still in elementary school, my first task was to study hard. I don't know what to do whenever I have a holiday. Therefore, I can be regarded as the top of my class. I still remember that time, the final exam is coming, and I care about my grades very much. Every night, my father will watch me fall asleep by my side, and sometimes I will chat: I: Dad, the final exam is coming, and I don't know if it will be too late. Dad: Hehe, if you work hard, you will be in time. You can read it carefully … I: Well … I will ask this question repeatedly every night. But dad won't feel impatient. I don't know if there are many things that shouldn't have happened in this family. I laughed happily and cried sadly. I remember that I was sensible a long time ago, and I was easy to satisfy. Even if someone wanted to give me something for free, I wouldn't want it. Slowly, I became introverted. (Some people would laugh, but I didn't feel it when I saw you chatting with others. A: Hehe, I don't understand. Why is it such an emotion when chatting?) My father taught me a lot. I grew up under his "discipline". When I don't obey, I will fight if I should (remember that slap … so red, so painful, so sour). When I heard about it, I will praise if I should (remember when my father's thumb stood up for me, I felt happy). This is my father, my dear father. Because … he is my father … Chapter 2: My father has a small head, big ears, a beer belly, small eyes, a strong body like a calf, and a charming smile on his lips. This is my father, a humorous father. My father doesn't ask too much of me in grades, but he just asks me to listen carefully in class and do my homework carefully. When I go out alone, my father always tells me to be careful when crossing the street, and not to read books or listen to songs when walking. Although I am tired of listening, my father is doing me good after all. Do you want to know what kind of person my father is? Don't worry, and listen to me slowly! In an exam, I just wanted to cover my test paper from being seen by others. I have been guarding others everywhere like mother hen, but I have done so-so. I didn't know that the test paper was put away, but I thought I would get a hundred points. I waited for the test paper to be handed down with joy. After the test paper was handed down, I found that I only got 89 points. You know, my mother has always been very strict with my study. I have to get 99 points. Not to mention 89 points. I went home with a nervous mood. Sure enough, when I got home, my mother gave me a lecture, and I began to cry. When my father came back, he learned something and told me that a bad exam didn't mean that you didn't study well. Let's analyze why you made so many mistakes. The final result was carelessness. In the next exam, I remembered what my father said and checked it again after finishing it seriously. I ran home with joy, and a happy smile appeared on my father's face, which made me very happy. Once I was running around in the road, it was very dangerous. My father called me back, frowning and frowning. I wanted to find some answers from my father's face, but my father's appearance was so scary, and then I said in a critical tone, I won't let you go out to play again if you dare to run around in the road again! I was so scared that I nodded again and again! If my father goes out, it seems that there is less active air in our home. When my father is at home, my humorous father and I will always start a world war (loquacious), and wars are often caused by my father, but I am fully armed. I like my father, because he is a humorous father, and he will not put on airs in front of others. This is my father-Duan Xiaohui! My Dad My dad has a oval face with big eyes, double eyelids and a high nose. His skin is dark and he has all kinds of muscles. My dad cares about me very much. I remember once, I covered the quilt and started to sleep, but after a while, I felt very hot, so I pushed the quilt off. Because I didn't close the window, the cool wind outside blew on me, and I felt very cold. Dad came to see me. He pushed open the door and touched my head when he saw my uncomfortable appearance. Dad knew that I was ill, and immediately went to find cold medicine. He prepared the medicine, then poured a cup of warm water, gently helped me up and coaxed me to drink the medicine. I drank the medicine obediently and then lay down to sleep again. Dad didn't go away, but sat by my bed and looked at me quietly, thinking: I thought, "My father is so kind to me, I am so happy. I must repay my father's love for me in the future. This night, my father didn't sleep, and he has been looking after me. My father is really hard. This is my father, a father who cares about me-Kong Tao. Chapter 4: My father, my father, has a handsome hair, a round face and a high nose, just like a lovely one.

3. My parents' occupation is to write an essay.

Today is Sunday, and it's sunny. I get up at 9 o'clock on weekdays. I finished grooming early today, just because I want to go to work with my mother today.

The road in the morning is not smooth all the way. I once went to her company with my mother at night, but the 2-minute drive at most has been extended infinitely today. I jumped up and down in the passenger seat.

When I got to the company, I greeted a bunch of my mother's colleagues, and I couldn't wait to turn on the computer, but my mother put a stack of handwritten manuscripts beside the computer.

"Well, I didn't come to work for fun, so I can surf the Internet after I finished my work." My mother pointed to the manuscripts and said to me.

I looked at this manuscript with dense fine print, and I couldn't help complaining.

"This is work. What are you doing at work?" My mother looked at me a little depressed and explained to me.

Looking at my mother's slightly serious face, I sighed and had to start working. After all, the only thing I can help now is typing.

When I finished typing, it was near 11 o'clock. I rubbed my eyes and stretched myself, and my stomach was just hungry, but my mother didn't mean to eat at all.

"Mom, it's already 11 o'clock." I had to take the initiative.

"It was stipulated that I would go to eat at 11: 3, so wait." My mother was dealing with what she was doing and said to me without looking up.

I had to look back angrily and surf the Internet for a while.

At noon, my mother and I broke away from the group and took me to Pizza Hut. But I didn't succeed in eating, and I had a job in the afternoon.

" If I can't read, look it up in the dictionary. "

I had to nod my head, smiling silently in my heart, and spent the whole afternoon on food.

The work in the afternoon was not very heavy, and I finished it all in less than an hour.

After playing online for a while, my mother put down her work and packed her bag to go out.

" Where are you going, mom? " I feel strange, there should be no work to go out today.

"I have something to do temporarily, and I have to go to the South Station to deliver goods. People are anxious to do it." My mother was busy, grabbed the car keys in one hand and went downstairs.

When my mother came back, it was almost time to get off work, so I could go home later.

As in the morning, the traffic was blocked again, and my eyes were sour and astringent, so I tried to look at them as much as possible.

Of course I'm tired without thinking. How can I not be tired? If I'm at home, I only need more than 2 hours to finish my homework. I'm not very dependent on the computer. I usually sleep in the afternoon to replenish my strength. Today, this is not the case.

"Mom is like this every day." I seem to hear her say that in a very light voice.

I'm not particularly familiar with this road.

Mom's one-day trip to work has come to a successful conclusion. 4. How to write the composition of parents' occupation

It is very meaningful to do some housework during the holiday to reduce the burden on parents.

Today, I had a whim and decided to help my mother with housework ... Today, the kitchen at home is really terrible. In one sentence, it is really a mess, but washing dishes is a housework that I can do. So this job was spread over my head.

tap water spouted, and the beautiful white porcelain bowl enjoyed the bath of running water, and the oil stain was wiped away, and the porcelain recovered its original unique delicate luster. After the porcelain bowl was washed, the oil stain came back to my hands, and then I went to the tap to wash it. The leisurely running tap water reminds me of the philosophy of life.

So, washing dishes monotonously becomes sentimental and interesting, and my hands move mechanically, but my mind is full of thoughts. Washing the dishes once and going through a "spiritual journey" made me feel refreshed physically and mentally, as if I had been washed again.

There is a glass door between my kitchen and living room. In the past year, it has gone through many vicissitudes, and the stains on the door are even more varied. Looking at this glass door, my head is big, because my mother gave me such a "arduous" task. I didn't have time to think about it, so I immediately picked up a rag and wiped it on the glass door. It was a pleasure to be busy. Then I wiped off the detergent on the door with a wet rag, and the glass door suddenly showed its true colors. Finally, I polished the glass door with a newspaper.

ah! The two doors suddenly shone brightly, and I couldn't say how happy I was when I looked at them, because I helped my mother lighten another burden. After a job, I have a backache and a cramp in my leg.

Seeing my mother's busy figure in the kitchen, I realized how difficult it is to be a housewife. I can't do all these things, not to mention my mother. I think that as long as I have time, I will help my parents do housework in the future to lighten their burden, so that the burden on their parents will not be so heavy. 5. How to write my father's composition in 6 words

My father's father shaved a crew cut, with a high nose, a sharp mouth, and a medium-sized belly, just like a general who has been killed for a long time and shouldered heavy responsibilities.

Dad is a man with a wide range of hobbies. He likes sports very much, whether playing football or table tennis is first-class. He also likes collecting ancient copper coins and foreign banknotes or coins. He is a typical table tennis fan. He wants to read all about table tennis, whether in the newspaper or on TV, and he never tires of watching it. So now he knows everything. I have tried several tricks with him at home, and I was defeated by him three times and two times. He spiked, killed, edged and sometimes played a beautiful whirlwind ball. I don't say playing, even watching.

One day, he didn't come home from work. I went to see him. I guess he was in the gym as I expected. He really played table tennis in the stadium. I saw his figure from a long distance. He threw his coat aside, pulled his skirt high, and his hair was dripping with sweat.

He is playing table tennis with a big brother! Winning, his hand put out a "V"; When he lost, he gritted his teeth. It took a long time to see me.

he told me to stand by. Who knows that this station stood for a long time, and it was not until the sunset that it reluctantly left.

No, this year the Olympic Games started, and he still cares about many Olympic programs as if he were a contestant. Dad is also an excellent repairman. Everything in the house is broken, and he fixes it three times and two times. Sometimes, even the repairman can't do anything about the household appliances. Dad looks at the instructions and observes its internal structure. He dismantled it in the east and packed it in a suit. It didn't take long for the household appliances to be safe and sound, and the neighbors looked for him when something was broken.

well, one day, while he was still taking a nap, he heard that the car outside was starting incorrectly, so he immediately looked at the window and saw that it was really his neighbor who was worried about the car! Dad took pliers, tweezers, and other important tools and hurried down. When the neighbors saw him, they immediately grinned "jingle" and "creak"