My father's fourth grade composition 1 I have a good father, who is thirty-eight years old this year. He has a black curls; A pair of small, round eyes, and a Zhang greatly's mouth underneath, which is especially edible. His hobbies are watching news and playing chess.
I remember once, as soon as my father came home from work, I took out my chess and asked my father to play chess with me. A few times ago, my father always ate up my chess pieces and let me taste the feeling of losing. After several times, my father saw that my strength was too weak, so I tasted the sweetness. I was so happy. Later, I often watched others play chess and learned a lot of tricks. Another time, I wanted to play chess with my father. I tried my best to fight my father for a while, but I lost in the end.
Look, this is my father, the best father at chess.
Among the people around me, my father is the one I admire most.
Dad is so busy all day that sometimes he can't even drink a cup of tea. When I was eight years old, I went to my father's factory. I naively asked my father, "What are you busy with all day?" Dad didn't say anything, I smiled. When I was twelve, I went to my father's factory for the second time. At that time, I understood everything. Everything my father did in the factory was for us. My father has been working hard. He works hard for the workers in the factory and a bright future. We grow up day by day, and my father grows old day by day. Seeing my father's gray hair, I think of the price my father paid for his children.
Dad scrimped and saved. I remember once in Texas, our family was in a department store. Dad said, "Your schoolbag is badly broken. I'll buy you another one. " I shook my head, but my father bought me a new schoolbag. On the way back, I asked my father, "Our family's life is not rich. Why buy it? " Dad said, "The money I bought you snacks should be saved for school supplies." Dad made me feel ashamed.
Dad is such a diligent and considerate person, and I am proud of having such a father.
In my family, there is a person called "heavy smoker" and "face-changing essence" by the whole family, but this person is also my "wisdom bearer". He is none other than my father.
Draw a picture first. Dad has fair skin, big eyes, long, dense eyelashes on heavy eyebrows, and ruddy lips like lipstick.
Why is he a "smoker"? You will know after reading the following. One night at 9: 30, I was about to go to bed when there was a choking smell from the living room far away. I think my father must be stealing cigarettes. I crept to the bookshelf in the living room to observe, and sure enough, my father was sitting on the sofa smoking while my mother and I were sleeping. I jumped in front of my father and shouted, "Dad! Aren't you going to quit smoking? Why are you smoking again? " "Just the last one, just one." "impossible." I said without thinking, my father went back to his room in frustration. Later, I called my mother and started a family inspection. The result was "fruitful". I found my father's precious cigarettes behind the bedside table, behind the toilet and under the desk lamp. "What a heavy smoker!" I can't help but say.
The phrase "changing face is faster than turning pages" is the best way to describe dad. My handwriting is not good-looking When my dad saw it, he was so angry that he shouted, "The handwriting has regressed and rewritten!" "At this time my mother passed by, and my father turned around again. Suddenly, the thunderstorm cleared up on his face: "What do you want to eat? You have become beautiful again during this time! "After his mother left, he turned to Thunderstorm:" If you write like this again, you will see it next time! " Dad severely criticized me again. Hey!
Having said so many shortcomings, it's time to say advantages! Dad's advantage is the most obvious, that is, his knowledge is high, his writing is good, and he has accumulated many ancient poems! If I ask my father how many ancient poems he knows, he says he can't finish them in three days and nights. If I ask him how many English words he knows, my head will explode when he says that; If he writes a novel, 500 thousand words is a piece of cake ... the advantages of dad are like stars in the sky, countless.
My father is knowledgeable and versatile. Despite his shortcomings, I still love him!
My father is thirty-two years old. He is a big man with a pair of glasses and a moustache, which makes him very handsome. In the eyes of others, dad is a very fierce person. In fact, he is not fierce at all, and he is very polite and easy-going to others.
Dad is a capable businessman. Get up early every morning to open a shop to do business, drive to deliver goods at noon and go to bed at ten o'clock in the evening. The fatigue of the whole day left fine wrinkles on my father's forehead. Every time I see my father coming back from childbirth sweating profusely, I always feel distressed and say to him, "I will definitely help you when I grow up." Dad smiled at my words.
The word "dad" is a bit too blunt in my heart, just like I don't know charm at all.
Fatherly love is rough, unlike maternal love. My mother has always been concerned about me, telling me to "eat more rice" and "drink more water" and reminding me to wear more clothes. It seems nothing, but in the arrangement of memories, my mother's love for me is particularly prominent.
If I think about my father again, I will be too unfamiliar. It's not that he doesn't care about me enough, but that it makes a 40-year-old man love his children like a friend. "It's too difficult." No wonder.
Dad is the third child in the family, and his words carry some weight, so it is unrealistic to let him talk and laugh in front of the children years ago.
My dad, he never cared about me, just said nothing.
Dad's love is so deep that I can't hide his love and concern for me.
But dad's love always reveals clues in one detail.
Going home from vacation, the atmosphere is so depressing. When I think about it, my parents must have quarreled again. Alas, it's like this every time I go home. Even I am speechless. My mother served fried Chili meat, and we ate it carefully. Huh? This dish is strong, ginger. I don't like ginger, so I picked them out one by one. Dad asked stiffly, "Why did you jump out all the ginger?" You don't eat other people's food, I'm just saying, I don't like it anyway! "Dad was very angry, and I quarreled with him in a rage. I threw my face away and went back to my room to cry. Now I think what I did at that time is unreasonable. Think about the traces left by years on my father's face, and I regret it.
At night, I vaguely heard the door open and a man came in, that is, my father. He tucked me in again. I saw my father's vague face, which was so vicissitudes.
When I got up in the morning and saw that my father was not at home, I asked my mother quietly. My mother said that I would go out to deliver goods in the northeast. I'm not surprised. My father drives a car and a big truck, and often travels between countries with few times, but he tries to get back on Sundays.
Dad didn't forget to come to see me before he went out. ......
My father ......
My father was poor when he was a child, and his family had no money. When I was a child, my family had no money, and I couldn't buy anything to eat. I was very hungry. Because there is no money at home and he can't buy a lamp, sometimes he can only walk in the dark at home. There is no light in that dark house. I can't see anything. I will fall down if I walk unsteadily.
My father is my role model. Although there is no money at home, he still lives up to his parents' expectations. Later, he got a little money. He went to middle school. He is the best in math in his class. Everyone called him "the prince of mathematics". He is also diligent in college, and his Chinese is good. Except his father's English is a little poor, everyone else goes to school in Tsinghua.
Dad became a university teacher after graduating from doctor. He keeps order in class. He cares about students' study and life, so that they can have fruitful results in a beautiful university era. I am proud to have such a father!
Dad used to spend it like this, and our life is so beautiful now. Therefore, we should cherish every drop of water, every degree of electricity and every hard-won learning opportunity.
Dad's eyes gave me strength.
A little expectation, a little encouragement, a little trust, this is the way my father looks at me. It is this look that gives me infinite strength.
Looking forward to it.
When I was a child, my father often took me to the basketball court not far from home to play basketball. Dad told me: "Basketball is a game for the brave, which requires skill and strength." Looking at basketball frame overhead, I tried to aim at the shot, but my strength was too small and the shot was soft. I failed again and again, and my enthusiasm for basketball disappeared bit by bit. Dad has been standing by looking at me and has no intention of helping me. I stopped shooting and stared at my father. There is no disappointment in my father's eyes, but more expectation. Looking into my father's eyes, I suddenly became full of strength. Pick up the ball, forward, jump, shoot, and the ball is in! I cheered and looked at my father. He smiled too, his eyes bent. It was my father's expectant eyes that gave me strength.
An encouraging expression.
I still remember that test. I buried myself in a pile of books all day and stayed up all night after twelve o'clock every night. I try to cram the knowledge I have learned into my mind word by word, which is the first turning point in my life! I go to school, go home, read books and do my homework every day. I have prepared for this exam for two or three weeks. Although it is a quiz, it is a "big exam" for me. On the morning of the exam, when I was about to leave, my father stopped me. "Have a good exam!" " Eyes full of encouragement, "hmm!" I am full of strength to challenge this exam. My father encouraged me. My eyes give me strength.
The expression of trust.
Once, I went to visit my relatives. Their house is beautiful and beautifully decorated. We children were playing hide-and-seek and suddenly "bang!" With a loud noise, a delicate vase fell to the ground and broke into pieces. As soon as we saw it, we were all blindsided and stood there, afraid to make any noise. Adults came to ask who did it. Boys say it's me. I was wronged, but I didn't say anything. I just looked at my father. From his eyes, I saw trust. I was full of strength and said I didn't do it. "The vase has been broken in half. I think it's a pity to throw it away, so I put it there." Aunt hurried out to explain, and the boy blushed. It was my father's trusting eyes that gave me strength.
In life, no matter how difficult I encounter, I will be full of strength as long as I see my father's eyes!
My mother gave me encouragement.
I am the monitor, and my heart aches every time the teacher praises other students. There is a trace of jealousy in my heart. But I still believe in myself.
I don't understand it myself. Sometimes I think I'm not doing well, but sometimes I put the blame on others. Because I know it is not easy to stand in the position of monitor, I study harder and hope to surpass this person in every exam.
Every time I go home, I will tell my mother what's wrong with me. My mother encourages me every time, and I feel much more comfortable. The idea of gratitude came back to my mind. I know that the greatest gift for my mother is grades.
Therefore, I always finish the homework assigned by the teacher. I know that finishing the teacher's homework is the most basic. Only by finishing the teacher's homework and reading a lot can we get good grades.
My dad's fourth grade composition 7 "Dad, Dad, Good Dad, Good Dad, I have a good dad …" Every time I hear this song, I think of my dad.
My father is a tall man with a handsome face, bright eyes and a pair of glasses on his high nose, which makes him look very knowledgeable. My father is an excellent director of the Highway Bureau. He usually works seriously, meticulously and positively. Although he is very busy at work, he also takes time to accompany me on weekends.
Once on my birthday, my father said that he must accompany me to have a good birthday. However, in the middle of my birthday, my father's cell phone suddenly rang. It turned out that my father's leader invited him to dinner. I thought to myself: damn it, whoever calls dad at this time, dad must have something to do and have to leave again. Unexpectedly, my father answered the phone and politely refused the other party's request, saying that he would spend his birthday with me at home. After listening to my father's phone call, I was so moved that a warm current immediately spread all over my body.
My father is very capable and usually cares about my study. Although he sometimes criticizes me, I think this is a kind of love, a very happy love.
Once, I failed in the exam, and the total score of Chinese was only 150. I want to go home. My father will hit me, but he doesn't. I just said seriously, "Not this time, it doesn't matter. Come again next time. I won't blame you as long as you try your best. Summarize the reasons for this failure and try to do well in the next exam. Failure is the mother of success, and I will always support you. "
Dad is my idol and my hero.
In my long memory, there are many people who make me amiable and respectable. Among them, I admire my "Fan" father the most, my fourth grade composition the most, and my father the most.
My father's name is Chen Weien. He is in his thirties this year. He is tall with a black face and black hair. A pair of flexible and keen eyes have a high nose and a glib mouth, and a row of white and neat teeth will be exposed when you smile.
Dad doesn't smoke, drink or play mahjong, but he especially likes watching football. He is a veritable "fan". At the beginning of every ball game, he sits on the sofa early to make a pot of tea. He sat for a long time. If the game starts in the middle of the night, I will occasionally be awakened by my father's cheers. Dad can concentrate on watching the ball! Often with the development of the game, his mood fluctuates, sometimes like a deflated ball, sitting on the sofa gaping; Sometimes when I am happy, I will jump up with excitement, like a child who won the prize; Sometimes when I'm nervous, my hands are clenched into fists, and a few beads of sweat come out from my forehead. I pick up the teacup and gulp tea.
I remember one time, my mother had to go out to do something urgent and asked my father to cook. Father readily agreed, but when it was time to cook, he sat on the sofa watching football and couldn't pull it up any more. I asked him to cook many times, but my father said, "Good daughter, bear with it!" " Go to cook after watching the horse race. "After a while, I saw a player kick the ball to the door. Dad patted his thigh and said happily, "Nice shot!" "Then he sat down again and kept an eye on the development of the game. Dad watched it more and more, and I lost? The more you look, the hungrier you get. Finally, after watching the game, dad went to cook. At this time, my stomach was already hungry.
Alas! Who told me to have such a "fan" father?
My father is a surgeon. Because of his excellent medical skills and hard work, he was promoted to vice president in his thirties. Since then, his workload has increased day by day, and he has to have surgery almost every day. Many operations are required by patients and their families, so it is common to give up rest time to go to work.
I remember the day before my tenth birthday, my father said to me, "Jane, tomorrow is your birthday, and I just have a rest." I'll buy you a cake and we'll celebrate it at dinner. " Dad bought me a birthday cake, this is the first time! "Thank you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Mom came over and asked, "Do you want to buy you a cake?" I smiled smugly and said, "No, dad will buy it this time." The next day, after school, I ran home happily, looking everywhere from the living room to the study to the bedroom, but my father was not there. Grandma told me that at three o'clock in the afternoon, an emergency patient came to the hospital and my father was called. In the evening, grandma cooked a good dish, and we sat at the table waiting for dad to come back for dinner. Dad didn't come back at six o'clock. I was a little impatient, but I thought about it and waited until seven o'clock. I shook my head in dismay. Alas, dad can't come back for dinner again. How could he do that? Yesterday, he said that he would help me buy a cake. Now, I didn't eat cake, and I didn't even come back for my birthday dinner. This is really the most boring and worst birthday. I must talk about him when he comes back tomorrow.
The next morning, my father came back rubbing his bloodshot eyes. I greeted him angrily: "Dad, I don't mind if you don't come back for dinner at ordinary times. Yesterday was my birthday. You promised to buy me a cake. Why don't you come back? " I'm really disappointed. "Dad said," I'm sorry, Zhen son. A dying patient came to the hospital yesterday. How can I ignore it? But now it is finally out of danger. " He smiled wearily and went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Looking at his tired back, I can't say anything more.
One day in the summer vacation, I came to the hospital to find my father because of something. I followed my father, and patients and family members I knew or didn't know greeted my father warmly, as if they were familiar neighbors and friends. When I came to my father's office, I found that the walls were covered with banners sent by patients' families, such as "saving lives" and "reviving hands" ... Oh, maybe there is a story behind every banner, which these fathers have never told me. Watching, watching, I suddenly understand my father a little, and an emotion that I have never had before rises in my heart. I want to tell you loudly that my father is a doctor!