Dad's fourth grade composition 1 Last time I held a sports meeting, my father was worried that I would catch a cold. He took a mat from home and sent it to school. The security guard at the school gate refused to let him in. Then my father gave the mat to a teacher and said, Please give this mat to Ajdana in Class Two, Grade Two. My father said that and went to work. The teacher called my name to Class Two, Grade Two, but the students said: There is no such person. Then when the teacher came to our class, he forgot my name and said to the teacher, is there any student named Ali Heiner in your class? My teacher said: There is a student named Adana. Is that her? The teacher said: it should be her! I've been looking at it for a long time, wondering if this cushion belongs to our family. I looked at it carefully and remembered that my father bought me a cushion when I was a child. Then I rushed over and said, that's my cushion.
I thought to myself, dad is really confused! Because I was only in the third grade, my father actually called me a sophomore.
I have a very stingy father. If you don't believe me, you can judge me!
My "White Rabbit" toothpaste is almost used up, and I'm going to throw it into the trash can. When I took out the new "Little Lion King" toothpaste and prepared to use it, my father stopped me: "It's a shame to use a new one before I run out of toothpaste." Dad is really digging. What's the big deal with such a little toothpaste!
In fact, thinking about my father is not stingy. Although my father is frugal in life, he is never stingy with my study. Every time the teacher buys something for study, Dad is generous and never stingy.
Do you think my father is stingy? I think this is not stingy, but a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation-thrift. I am proud of having such a father!
My father is 38 years old. He is neither tall nor short. He has a square face and small eyes, but he looks great. He is neatly dressed and looks smart and handsome, but his heart is better. My father is a judge. He is very enthusiastic about his work. He is always busy and never complains.
I remember when I was in preschool, all my uncles in the same building came home from work for dinner, but I couldn't even see my father's shadow, and my mother's cooking was already cold. My mother and I simply went to his office to find out, but he didn't find it when we walked next to him. Oh, my father is absorbed in reading the newspaper. It turned out that my father was writing a judgment, and I immediately cast an admiring look at my father.
Dad is famous for his love of work at work. After he comes home, he often helps his mother with housework and takes me out to play. Dad still has a warm heart. One day, our family of three came back from the street. Dark clouds were gathering and raindrops began to fall. My mom and I went upstairs right away, but my dad never went upstairs. My mother and I looked at the raindrops from small to large outside the window, and looked downstairs anxiously, and saw my father collecting dried beans for my grandmother downstairs.
Dad is really a good example for me to learn. This is my dad.
I have a father who loves me very much. I love him very much because he cares about my growth.
Every morning, after my mother makes breakfast, my father always walks to my bed on time and wakes me up. He is always worried that I will be late for school. Whenever it is windy and rainy, my father will drive me back to school and watch me walk into the campus gate before walking away with confidence. Every day when my mother and I have dinner, my father rides a motorcycle and rushes home with a whole body of fatigue. He goes out early and comes back late every day and works hard.
Dad is also very concerned about my study. I did badly in the English exam once. I told my father about it. Father looked at my test paper and said; "Although I can't understand it, I know you should have made a mistake because of carelessness. As long as you carefully check the questions after writing and be careful when you put down your pen to see them clearly, you can avoid them. " I secretly wrote down my father's words in my mind. Dad not only hit me but also didn't scold me when he heard the news. He just taught me patiently, which was really touching! Dad used his words and actions to influence me subtly.
I thank my father for his concern for me for more than ten years. Dad's care. Encouragement has always warmed my young heart.
Speaking of a touching thing, I can't help thinking of my father who has been silently caring for me.
I remember one day, it was raining heavily outside and the wind was blowing fast. I wear rain boots to school, but they are too small. My toe hurts so much that I have to sit in a chair and can't play with my classmates. I can only limp to call my father and tell him, "These rain boots are too small. Can you bring my sneakers? " ? I'll wait for you in the classroom, okay? Bye, dad. "I went back to the classroom and waited patiently for my father to send me sneakers. After a while, my father came to the classroom. He was soaked to the skin. I think: Dad may have just been caught in a heavy rain when he sent me sneakers. I said to my father with concern, "Dad, do you have a cold?" "Are you okay? Dad. " Dad said to me, "You don't have to worry about me. Didn't you say it hurts to wear rain boots? Then change your rain boots into sneakers. Goodbye. " I reluctantly let my father go. Looking at his distant back, I feel that his back has become higher.
Dad, I love you!
It's the end of the year, and there are many thieves. Be careful and pay attention everywhere. My sister and I went home from the outside that day, and my sister walked in front. When I first got to the sixth floor, my sister suddenly rushed down from upstairs and whispered to me, "Don't go up there. Your door is open and your parents are not at home. Are you a thief? " "The thief? I don't think so. Now it's daytime, and thieves should not dare to come out. " I said doubtfully. "I don't believe you." My sister pointed to my door, and when I saw it, it was open. So I picked up the broom in the corridor and walked up softly, followed by my sister.
Hardly had I reached the door when I suddenly stepped back. "What are you doing back? Let's go. " Sister ordered it. I seem reluctant. "It's really useless." My sister grabbed my broom and walked up. "Hello?" Sister shouted at the door. But there is nothing in the room. At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that dad was the last one to leave in the morning. Did he forget to close the door? I immediately dialed my father's phone: "Dad, did you leave the door open when you went out this morning?" Oh, yes! I was in such a hurry this morning that I may have forgotten to turn it off. What's wrong? " After listening to dad, we both breathed a sigh of relief at once.
If someone asks me, "Give your father a score." I will write a big red with satisfaction: 100.
My father is a factory owner and an ordinary father, just like everyone else. However, my father is selfless and sacred in my heart. My father was my first teacher. He taught me the first word I knew. Dad gave all his love to my sister and me, and we never lacked anything.
Dad is like a wake-up call. He will call me in time when I make a mistake, so that I won't step on the wrong path. Dad is like a crutch, he will help me when I am most helpless and frustrated, and encourage me to move forward with confidence; Dad is like a bright lamp. When I am lost in the dark, he will light the way home for me and lead me to success. Dad wants to be a hardworking gardener. He took good care of my sister and me, and let us thrive!
Being a father, this sacred post, is really different. Here, I want to shout loudly: "Dad, I am proud of you now. When I grow up, I want you to be proud of me! " "
My father has a pair of big eyes, a tall nose, white skin and a big belly. He is a little fat and handsome. He is my friend, not strict, but also humorous. He is a happy fruit in our family and often makes our family happy.
Dad likes playing football best. Under his influence, I gradually like this sport. You have to play several rounds to win or lose every day when you finish your homework. Dad's goal is the study, and mine is the kitchen, with the living room in the middle. It happens to be a small football field. Every time I sweat, my father says that it is both fitness and entertainment, killing two birds with one stone. Besides football, my father and I will have a small concert at home. I play the piano and my father sings.
Dad loves me very much, and he will try his best to satisfy me whatever I ask. As long as we attend the wedding of relatives and friends, our figure will appear on the game table from time to time, and the host will say every time that this big brother is coming up again. Dad is hardworking and good at creating atmosphere. He thinks the stage is our home, and he can take several big dolls home every time.
Dad is like a touch of sunshine, a few drops of dew, shining and nourishing my growth. I am not alone with him.
Dad's fourth grade composition 9 Dad planted many vegetables in his field, including green vegetables, golden corn, red peppers, tomatoes and scallions. They are all delicious and nutritious.
Vegetables, like a flawless jade, grow in a spiral shape, so that all parts of the body can get enough sunshine.
Corn grows very high, and golden corn grows on it. There are countless hairs on the top of the corn, and those hairs are equivalent to our hair. Standing in the distance, just like a soldier standing there, holding his head high.
Besides these vegetables, there are some small animals. The butterfly flies like a dancing little girl. Bees flew over the vegetable fields and told us an interesting story about picking honey this morning. The frog barked like a musician. In the evening, the big green bug began to eat vegetables. The next morning, walk into the vegetable field and pull open the leaves. You will find a chubby caterpillar sleeping there. There are also those high jumpers who compete there. Some jump to the top of corn, and some do morning exercises and jump around there.
I like dad's fields. How beautiful, vibrant and colorful it is.
Dad's fourth grade composition 10 I have a naive one. He is a policeman. Although he worked hard, he began to go crazy as soon as he got home. Once, I was lying in bed listening to the romance of the Three Kingdoms with relish. Suddenly, my father strode into my room. He sat down beside my bed, lowered his head and stabbed me with his beard. Fortunately, dad's beard is short and soft, and it doesn't hurt too much to stick it on his face. However, it is itchy and uncomfortable. I told him not to stab him and pushed him hard, but dad didn't stop there, ignored me and continued to practice his tyranny. Just when I was scared to death, my rescuer came. Mother stood by the bed and said loudly, big German shepherd, don't bite! Dad listened, and then quit for a while.
On another occasion, my father called my mother and said that he would wait for us at home and let us go home quickly. However, when I got home, I found no trace of my father in the bathroom, living room and balcony. I was wondering when I heard a loud cry from behind the door: Hello! I was startled and turned around to find my father standing there proudly. This is my father in his thirties. Do you think he is naive?
Father's Fourth Grade Composition 1 1 Last year, when my parents and I were waiting for the bus in high-speed railway station, we came across the book Father and Son at the newsstand in the station. Open it and it turns out to be a comic book. I just read a few pages and smiled. The more I read it, the more I couldn't put it down, so I asked my father to buy it for me. This book is a comic series, which is very popular and easy to understand. You can know the content without any words. What my father did in it was very touching, and I burst into tears with laughter. This cartoon is the work of German cartoonist Braun, and it was created between 1934 and 1937. At that time, German newspapers and magazines were controlled by the Nazi government, and the contents published were very boring.
Taste. The appearance of the humorous cartoon "Father and Son" has brought surprises and happiness to people, and it has been warmly welcomed. It has been paid attention to by people for decades and is regarded as a symbol of German humor. Nowadays, "father and son" have already crossed national boundaries and become valuable spiritual wealth for people all over the world.
I like this book very much. I hope you also like this excellent comic book.
Dad's fourth grade composition 12 Today is mom's birthday. Dad said to make a bowl of the best sweet and sour pork ribs in the world. Because my father has never cooked, my mother and I are very worried, but my father is confident that he has read the menu and will cook it. My mother and I have to reluctantly believe.
I saw my father strode to the kitchen with a shovel, just like a hero who saved the world. I snuck into the kitchen and took a look, yeah! Dad's actions almost made me faint. I saw him pour the washed ribs into the pot, then poured a little water, added two spoonfuls of sugar, and then poured some soy sauce. Here comes the point. He poured half a bottle of vinegar on the ribs, and my father casually opened fire and began to stir fry.
When I returned to the dining table, I saw my mother frowning and taking a deep breath, waiting for "victory". I secretly complain for my mother. Finally, "victory" came out, and my mother nervously took a bite: "Ah, it's so sour." Mom screamed and ran to the bathroom, and I ran away.
Only dad stood at the dining table, staring at his dark cooking.
My father is a doctor.
Dad works very hard and has to operate on patients every day to relieve their pain. Sometimes at night or on rest days, as long as my father receives a phone call from the hospital, he will immediately rush to the hospital and come to the patient who needs him.
There are many father's medical books in the study. Father says I can't read them now, but sometimes I read them like a "big brick". The pictures and words in the book make me dizzy, which is really profound.
Dad went to work overtime again today. I think I must have fallen asleep when he came back. I wrote on the message board at the door: Dad, I love you! Good night to you! He will be very happy to see it.
Dad's fourth grade composition 14 dad, I am deeply impressed by your education and encouragement again and again. I always want to say to you, "Thank you, Dad."
That time, I was left behind because my homework was not revised well. When I corrected it and rushed out of the school gate, I found you standing alone under the eaves at the school gate, with a red nose and wet hair. I couldn't help hugging you, but your cold body didn't let me give up, so we went home.
Another time, I'm really embarrassed to remember. I didn't finish my homework that night. It was night. You used to go to bed early, but you chose to stare at my homework. I took a casual look at you and was immediately shocked. Your eyes are exhausted, your eyelids are constantly "fighting", even the sacred momentum is gone, and you seem to want to sleep. After a while, you finally fell asleep. I told you to go back to your room to sleep, but you refused. You just poured yourself a refreshing cup of tea. Let me go on. My eyes are moist. You insist on waiting for me to write and correct. At that time, I really wanted to hug you and say "thank you, Dad"!
My father has a Zhang Yuanyuan face and bright eyes. He is a chef of Li Huayi Group. His cooking is very high, and he has won the praise of his uncles and aunts in the factory. At home, we all like to eat the rice cooked by our father.
Dad is usually busy at work, but he likes reading and studying very much. He reads until twelve o'clock every night.
Dad is very concerned about my study. Once, it rained, and my schoolbag fell to my grandmother's house, so I couldn't do my homework. Dad went to grandma's house to get his schoolbag without saying anything. Dad drove too fast and was thrown out at the corner. He was skinned in many places and bled profusely. Our neighbor's uncle passed by here, saw his father was injured, and immediately carried him to the car and sent him home. It pains me to see my father fall like this. I made up my mind to listen carefully in class and actively raise my hand to speak. After school, my father limped to pick me up. Seeing my father, my nose was sour and tears could not help flowing down. I secretly swear again: Dad, I will study hard and live up to your expectations.
This is my good father.