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Dad writes a composition
No matter in study, work or life, when it comes to composition, everyone is certainly familiar with it. Composition is a narrative method to express a theme through words. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are 10 essays written by my father for reference only. Welcome to reading.

Dad wrote a composition article 1 Dad was drinking with people outside, but his mother didn't shout or pull his ears, and even handed him a bowl of water. The neighbors were surprised. When someone asked her mother, she just smiled. Dad smiled when someone asked him. I couldn't help asking my father, who solemnly said to me, "You, your mother and your grandmother are the' auspicious three treasures' in my life, and they are all worth loving slowly." ……

Grandma often nags me. In the eyes of your mother, your father is a grass.

Dad is really a sheep in front of his mother. Be obedient. After getting up, mom asked dad to take the urinal and empty it, but dad actually did it all. My mother told me who I should go closer and farther in the community, but my father actually listened to all of them. Dad was chatting with someone, mom called lion roar, and dad went home. Once my father was drinking with someone, and my mother was dragged into the house just after pulling her ear. The villagers have important things to discuss. As soon as dad came out, people said, if you can't decide what to discuss, please invite your family. Dad really called mom. Dad became a famous "ear" in the village.

Mom feels proud that she can control dad. She is very proud.

Until one day my mother whispered grandma's fault in my father's ear. Dad blushed and shouted, want to know why I didn't hit you? Because of my mother. My mother's life is not easy. My father has a bad temper and is a little unhappy. As soon as he opens his mouth, he scolds and raises his hand. Father broke a stick with his thick arm and broke a chair. My mother stayed up all her life for our children. Every time I see my mother being beaten, I swear that I will never stab her again when I marry my daughter-in-law, and I will hurt her forever.

When I came back from school, grandma nagged me about the "war" between mom and dad.

I was shocked after listening to it. I didn't expect my father's mind to be so broad.

Dad will talk to others when he is outside, but mom won't yell, pull her ears, and even hand him a bowl of water. The neighbors were surprised. When someone asked her mother, she just smiled. Dad smiled when someone asked him. I couldn't help asking my father, who solemnly said to me, "You, your mother and your grandmother are the' auspicious three treasures' in my life, and they are all worth loving slowly."

Love the baby in life slowly. Dad's poetic language, like a ray of sunshine, suddenly lit up my heart.

I have a good father named Tan, who is a freight driver.

My father has black curly hair and a pair of small eyes under his machete-like eyebrows. If he smiles happily, you will wonder where his eyes are. Coupled with his chubby figure, the whole person looks very approachable.

My father is very hard. Every day at dawn, when I was still sleeping, he went out to work, and most of the time I could only see him at night.

Don't think that dad is so busy that he must have no time to take care of me. Actually, he loves me very much!

I will never forget one thing. I was looking for skipping rope, which made my home a little messy. Grandpa yelled at me and said, "Don't look, it's everywhere!" " "I am so wronged that I burst into tears. At that time, dad was sitting next to him, and he said to his grandfather, "If the child can't find anything, help him find it." Just pack it later. Don't yell at the children. " Then he led me to keep looking. ...

This is my good father, who can work hard for his family. He can "quarrel" with his father for his daughter. Everyone says, "A child with a mother is like a treasure." I want to say: "A child with a father is also a treasure."

When dad came home from school, I opened the door, and a pungent smell got into my nostrils, which made me cough. I really want to get rid of this disgusting smell in my heart.

I looked up and saw a middle-aged man with black-rimmed glasses and a beard sitting on the sofa in the living room, smoking a cigarette and enjoying it. This man is my dear father.

"Hum, Dad, you are smoking again." I pouted and said to him.

Dad pretended to be wronged: "this is part of my daily life." I don't want to smoke, but my mouth can't control it! " "Say that finish, a gray smoke turn appeared in his mouth, much like the smoke when the Monkey King jumped out of the stone.

Alas, dad's smoking problem is really worrying.

One night, when I went to the bathroom, I suddenly found a small red and yellow light in the living room where the sofa was placed. Why is it on fire? Are there thieves in the house? The more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I let out a cry. Mother heard the sound rushing out of the bedroom, raised the mop, pointed to the looming fire in the corner and shouted, "Hum, if anyone touches my little baby, I won't kill him!"

The words sound just fell and the light in the living room came on. Dad sat on the sofa, staring at us with a cigarette in his hand.

"Husband, you are smoking again." Mother asked angrily.

I also frowned and said, "Dad, you are smoking again. Look at you. Your teeth are yellow and black. Smoking is harmful to your health. Can't you let me and my mother save snacks? "

Hearing this, my father bowed his head shyly and repeatedly said that he would give up this bad habit.

My father is a sports fan to the core.

Every time I eat, my father is always the last to eat. Why is this? Because dad wants to watch "Sports Channel". Dad always grabs the advertising time of "Sports Channel" to eat, otherwise he will miss every "wonderful moment" of his father. If these pieces are gone, dad will be in great pain.

Dad goes to the gym to exercise every afternoon. There used to be several people who worked out with their father, but in the end, only dad insisted on it. Dad told me: "since you choose to do one thing, you must do it well;" At least do what you think is best. "

I once watched a boxing match. Mother said, "They were all beaten black and blue. How painful! " At this time, I said calmly, "Although they are injured, if they want to win and get what they want, they must pay for it." Dad listened to my words and turned his face, which had been facing the TV screen, to me: "Yes, I like what you said. Since I understand this truth, why not work hard for my own ideals? " "wake up the dreamer in one word" ... yes, I clearly understand this truth, why not keep practicing hard!

Dad is a sports fan, who has both "teaching by example" and "teaching by example", so I admire him.

Dad's fifth gratitude in writing is to thank others for their help. "Be grateful, thank you. . . . . . "Hearing this familiar" grateful heart ",I can't help thinking of the person I want to be grateful for-my father.

My father is an ordinary welder. He is forty years old this year. When I bow to difficulties again and again, he always encourages me: "Come on, son! Persistence is victory! " I remember when I was in the fifth grade, I was always looking forward to becoming an excellent team leader. One day, Mr. Zhou, the team counselor, said that I could run for the team. I'm both happy and scared. I am very happy, because I think I have a good chance to show myself, and I am afraid, because I am afraid that I will be defeated. After knowing my situation, my father said to me in an encouraging tone, "Don't be afraid, son, my father believes you will succeed!" " "From this day on, my father took me out to play and relax; Talk about the successes and failures of some great scientists and philosophers; He also took me to write a campaign draft and taught me to use many good words and sentences in the campaign draft. . . . . . This belief, like a banner, has always inspired me. I wrote the campaign draft, and with the help of my father, I finally stood on the "brilliant" podium after repeated practice. I was a little nervous at the beginning of my speech, fearing that I would be defeated if I didn't say it well. But at the thought of my father's encouragement, my face didn't change color and my heart stopped beating loudly. After a while, my speech ended and I won thunderous applause from my classmates, which made me feel relieved. After the speeches of more than a dozen students, in the applause of the students, Mr. Zhou began to announce that he was successfully elected as a classmate of the brigade Committee. I am very happy to hear my name, skipping! I really want to tell my father this "earth-shattering" news earlier. My father encouraged me. This is not true: the day before the final exam, I was particularly nervous. It was my father's encouragement that made me get 90 points in the exam; When the sports meeting ran 400 meters, I almost couldn't hold on. It was my father's encouragement that made me finally run to the finish line. . . . . .

Dad, thank you! Your encouragement has benefited me for life! With your encouragement, I have achieved success and I have thrived!

In life, many people deserve our thumbs up. If you ask me, who do I want to give a thumbs up to? I will not hesitate to answer: Dad. Why? Don't worry, let me tell you slowly.

A week later, my father and I went to the geological park to play. When I arrived at the park, I looked around and found a good place for playing games. Hey, there will be a lot of big stones. I climbed up, jumped down, climbed up again, and wanted to jump down again. When I was in high spirits, I accidentally fell down. I can't move all over. It was really hard to move at that time. When my dad saw me like this, he ran out and said, are you okay? Why don't we go to the hospital? You and dad carried me to the car and comforted me, thinking, I'm really useless. Made a movie. The doctor said: nothing serious, just rest more. But dad is still not at ease. He blamed himself at night and couldn't sleep well. The second doctor looked at it and said nothing. Well, the big stone in dad's heart just fell to the ground.

In my heart, my father will always be my patron saint and hero. So I'm going to give him a thumbs up!

My father is of medium height and his skin is very white. His eyes are big and his nose is strong. It's so cool!

Dad has many hobbies. He likes playing military chess, watching movies, playing guitar, playing erhu and traveling. Dad always said that it is better to take Wan Li Road to study in thousands of books, so whenever he has time, he will take my mother and me all over the country to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the motherland and feel the great rivers and mountains of the motherland.

At the same time, my father is a humorous and strict person. I remember one time, I accidentally broke my mother's cosmetics because of fun, but I refused to admit my mistake and was punished by my mother. Just as I was crying, my father came back from work. As soon as he saw me crying, he said, Oh, it's sunny outside today. Why is it raining in the room? It's not our house leaking, is it? No, I have to go upstairs and have a look. After listening to my father's words, I couldn't help laughing through tears. Dad added, I haven't gone upstairs yet. Why did the rain stop? Why did you stop so fast? I burst out laughing. After laughing, my father asked the ins and outs of the matter and said to me sternly: it's not terrible to do something wrong. The most terrible thing is not to admit your mistake or correct it. A man should dare to do something. After listening to my father's words, I bowed my head in shame and admitted my mistake to my mother.

My father is such a person, sometimes humorous and sometimes strict. I love my father and wish him a long and healthy life!

Dad writes composition 8. I really want to be a father! Be a good father!

My father works in a distant place-Inner Mongolia. Every time I think of my father, I can only hear his voice through the phone.

I am nine years old. My father never gave me a birthday, but my mother, grandfather and grandmother did. Dad also called to wish me a happy birthday! But I am not happy at all!

Every year on Children's Day, other people's parents will come to see our performance and play with us. Only me-only my mother came to accompany me. Dad can only watch my performance through video. I'm sorry ......

I want to grow up quickly and be a good father! (Although I am a girl) I work beside the baby and see the baby every day!

Get up in the morning, take the baby to exercise together, eat on time, and form good habits. Send the baby to and from school, rain or shine.

When the baby finishes his homework at night, he will accompany the baby to read picture books, tell him interesting stories and play together.

Study, celebrate birthdays, watch movies and grow up with your baby. Improper "phone" dad, improper "video" dad!

Such a father must be very popular!