Father's fourth grade composition 1 has a Song Like book: "I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you." It's not easy to understand you when you grow up ... "This is a song sung by the chopsticks brothers. Whenever I hear this song, I think of my father. He is so selfless and great.
I always felt good about myself when I was a child, and I was confident in every exam.
I remember once, I didn't get 90 points in the exam. When I showed it to my father, my father flew into a rage and beat me up. That night, I secretly cried in bed and thought, "Didn't I just take the exam once?" As for getting so angry? "To tell you the truth, I really hated him at that time, and I hated his ruthlessness. I caught a cold the next day, because I didn't cover the quilt all night. I got up with a headache in the morning, and my mother quickly took my temperature, 39 degrees 5! It was raining outside, so my father rushed into the rainstorm without an umbrella. He bought antipyretics at the drugstore first and gave them to me at home. When he got home, he was soaked to the skin. But he completely ignored me, helped me boil the medicine and said to me, "I'm sorry, dad was so cruel yesterday." Blame him! "Hearing this, I burst into tears, plunged into my father's arms and cried," Dad, you are so bad! " "I realized that my father hit me out of love for me. Later, under the careful care of my father, I gradually recovered.
As the saying goes, "beating is pro, scolding is love"! What kind of father does not love children!
Ah, dad, here, I want to say sincerely, I love you!
Father's fourth-grade composition 300 words The second part of the cold wind roared and searched for the goal impudently. The rain is not far away, and it is' rushing' underground. The window was slammed shut.
It was a stormy night, and my father and I walked home with an umbrella. A gust of cold wind blew at us, and I was shivering with cold.
Dad held my shoulder tightly and conveniently blocked my umbrella in front of me. This action is so natural and appropriate. I felt much warmer and looked up at my father. He is still as serious as ever. I lowered my head and went on my own way.
After a few minutes, I felt the umbrella shaking slightly, and then I realized that my father's hand holding the umbrella handle was shaking with cold. I stole my father's hand when he wasn't looking. Wow, it's cold! Like ice.
I said to my father lovingly, "Dad, you don't have to block it. There is almost no wind. I'm not cold. "
"Nothing, I'm not, not cold." Dad, who has always been fluent in speaking, actually stuttered at this moment.
"Dad, you still say it's not cold. Your hands are as cold as ice. " I looked at my father, distressed and moved. What mixed feelings!
"Stop it, let's go!" Dad is back to his old seriousness.
I had to walk in silence. I finally got home. Under the light, I found that most of my father's body was soaked by rain. As soon as my nose hurts, some tears run down my cheeks.
My father is such a person, a serious and caring person.
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 turned the corner. When he was thrown, he was skinned and there was blood everywhere. 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.
My father is a driver. He is of medium height, slightly fat, with short hair and curly hair. His round face has a pair of eyebrows like the moon, and the eyes under the eyebrows are very bright. A glib tongue under a tall nose has taught me a lot of knowledge.
My father is a person who likes sports and exercise. He often takes me to climb mountains, plays badminton with me and practices skipping rope. Dad gets up earlier than me every morning. Once, on Sunday morning, my father patted me gently: "Qiqi, get up, ... go, run." When I don't want to get up, my father pinched my nose and scratched my soles. I had no choice but to get up and go out for a run with my father. The air outside is fresh, and I am a little out of breath when I run. My father encouraged me as he ran and made me insist. Dad likes running. Every year, his unit organizes long-distance running competitions, and his father can win prizes. It is not easy to persist for a long time, and I am deeply encouraged. No matter what I do in the future, I will persist in order to make achievements.
Dad is such a person who loves sports and is very happy after exercise. I saw the joy of sports from my father, and it also made me feel the joy of sports. Therefore, I gradually like sports and the person who teaches me sports-my dearest father!
My father is a tall middle-aged man. He is 40 years old, with black hair and looks very proud. He doesn't look like 40 years old because he is tall and stands like an NBA player.
My father is sometimes very strict with me and sometimes very kind to me. Once. I finished my homework and went out to play. When I came back, my father asked me to bring it for him. I handed it to him. He stared at his homework with wide eyes and said, "You wrote the wrong question." I smiled shyly at my father, but he found two wrong questions. He yelled at me, "Why are you always wrong? I have told you several times to be careful when you do the problem, but you just won't listen. Well, there are too many mistakes. " What dad said scared me out of my wits.
Dad is still a great person, remember when I was in fifth grade. My father and I got on the bus and arrived at the station. An aunt got on the bus with a baby who was only seven or eight months old, and stood there when she saw that there was no seat on the bus. Dad immediately got up and offered his seat to his aunt. At first, my aunt didn't sit, but my father sat. Finally, my father let my aunt sit in his position. Aunt quickly thanked her father. I really regret not giving my seat to that aunt.
My father is a man whom I love, hate and respect.
Father's fourth grade composition 300 words 6 Father's facial features are correct. His hair is black and bright, and there is a Zhang greatly's mouth under his strong nose, which can tell me many reasons and many wonderful stories.
My father likes watching TV. He likes watching many programs, such as military or legal channels. But dad likes watching the news best. Dad also likes reading books at ordinary times. Whenever he is free, dad will sit in the study or bedroom and read. Every time my parents take me to the supermarket, my father can't wait to run to the library. One day, my mother bought me a coat online. Father saw it and said, "There is a French Eiffel Tower on your coat." I said, "How do you know this is the Eiffel Tower?" Dad said, "I often read" and learn from books. I said, "I know, I thought, dad is so learned!" "
During holidays, my father often takes me to shoot guns and accompany me to swim. My father also takes me to Xinhua Bookstore to read whenever he has time. Once I was ill in hospital, my father was afraid that I would be bored, so he brought me a laptop to play with. My father also downloaded some foreign blockbusters to let me pass the time. Sometimes my father and I play gobang and checkers. Makes me very happy!
This is my admired father, and this is my beloved father.
My father has a pair of big eyes, a high nose, white skin and a fat 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.