Dad's mouth is nothing special, neither too big nor too small, but it can be widely used! The teacher in my father's mouth is a teacher who works hard to educate me. Whenever I have difficulty in doing math problems, my father always teaches me patiently. Give me a solution and an example until I understand it.
Dad's mouth is an expert in telling stories. When I was a child, my father always told me stories, let me explore in the ocean of knowledge, let me roam in the beautiful fairy tale kingdom, and coax me into a sweet dream.
Dad's mouth is a genius for talking and communicating. In the unit, my father's colleagues say that my father is eloquent!
Dad's mouth has two other uses. Of course, it is not necessary to brag and flatter. Let's start with flattery, which is his specialty. I said east, but he never said west. That boasting is his unique skill. Of course, the "cow" he boasted will definitely explode behind him. Once, he said that his Mandarin was excellent. Later, I asked him to say "hit", and my father either said "flower swing" or "fly", which made my mother and I laugh and cry.
This is dad's mouth, which has both advantages and disadvantages.
2. The composition about my father in the third grade is 400 words.
My father is meticulous in his work and capable at home. So I was rated as "three good fathers" by my mother: easy to do, eager to learn and delicious. Why is he delicious? Just look at the bottom. Every night at dinner, my father and I will have a "food war". A bowl of braised pork makes my father and I drool. I picked up chopsticks and quickly reached for braised pork. Unexpectedly, my father stepped forward and picked up a piece of fat and stuffed it into his mouth. I stared at my proud father angrily. At this time, my mother always says, "You two ..."
Let's talk about holidays. Whenever I sit on the sofa, eat my own snacks and watch my favorite TV, my father will always lean in and say, "What do you eat? Give me a taste! " "No, no, eat it and buy it yourself!" "Well, I am afraid of you. Look who's behind. " I turned around and saw no one! I suddenly realized. When I turned my eyes to the origin again, my father was gone, and look at the snacks on the sofa. There is not much left.
What is even more irritating is that whenever I tell my mother about my father's "crime", my father always has an excuse: "I didn't steal the food, I just helped my daughter taste it." Whenever our noise rings, it's almost night. I didn't go home for dinner until my stomach protested to me.
Although dad is fine, I hope dad can change his mind and stop grabbing my snacks. But if I meet a meteor, I will make a wish and change my father's mouth!
3. There are 400 words in the composition about dad in the third grade.
My father is not tall and fat. He likes to wear black clothes and has big eyes. In my impression, he is good at everything except gluttony. One night after school, because I got full marks, my mother was very happy and rewarded me with a box of potato chips. I ate it with relish, and suddenly felt that a good thing should not be eaten at once, so I put it under my pillow and planned to finish my homework before eating it. When I finished my homework and went to find potato chips, the box was still there, and the potato chips in it were gone. I am sad. Where are my potato chips?
I ran to the living room and saw my mother and father watching TV. They laugh from time to time. I went to ask my mother, "Did you eat my potato chips?" Mom said no, so I asked Dad again. Dad was dazed and said he didn't eat. Well, there are three people, and one of them must have stolen it. At this moment, I thought of a clever plan. I went to my mom and asked her to kiss me, and then I asked my dad to kiss me. This kiss is not important. I suddenly felt a strong smell of potato chips, so I confidently said to my father, "Dad stole my potato chips." Dad had no choice but to nod and admit that he promised to buy me another box to make up for it.
This is my greedy father. In my heart, although he is greedy, I think he is greedy and lovely.
4. The composition about my father in the third grade is 400 words.
My father is ordinary. He is 1.7 meters tall, with a round face, bright eyes and a big mouth, and often laughs. Everyone says he is a good man. In life, my father takes good care of me. Dad is a good cook, and any food can be turned into delicious dishes in his hands. The braised pork ribs he made look red and shiny, and they taste delicious. A sandwich breakfast is his best job. After mixing the flour, he put them in the oven. Soon the bread was cut into toast, with golden poached eggs sandwiched in the middle of the toast, with a small piece of crispy bacon, a little crisp lettuce and cucumber slices, and dad's own salad dressing. A sandwich that looks delicious and delicious came out.
My father helps me with my study. Dad is very patient. No matter what I study, I have patience to guide me. Before every violin exam, I am impatient and impetuous. I've been practicing, but my fingers don't listen to me and the strings are not in place. Every time the venue is pulled too fast, it doesn't sound melodious at all. My father always demonstrated with a smile and encouraged me: "Don't worry, take your time, listen to the teacher's rhythm first, and the strings must be pulled in place." I'm making progress every day, and I like violin more and more. It was my father who cultivated my interest.
My father taught me how to do things. Dad is very helpful, so he is very popular. Dad is a computer expert. The community computer is broken. When a phone call came, he immediately threw away what he was doing, rushed over to help, and smiled and said to the comrades in the community, "Don't worry, let me have a look." He scored three times, five times, and two times, tapping his fingers on the keyboard. Soon the black screen jumped out of the blue screen with a string of English letters on it. Reinstallation of the system succeeded and the computer worked normally. He helped others, but never asked for anything in return. In response to other people's thanks, he always waves his hand gently. Dad always touches my head and says: helping others is also helping myself. Wherever I went with my father, he taught me how to be a man and how to do things.
This is my father. He is capable and enthusiastic, which has a deep influence on me. I love my father!
5. There are 400 words in the composition about dad in the third grade.
My father is a very ordinary person, but I love him very much. Dad is tall and strong, but he is fat. Look, he has short black hair, thick eyebrows and a pair of eyes with gods. As soon as he works, he stares at the computer intently. He has a glib mouth that often makes us laugh. Whenever he falls asleep, he snores like thunder. Characterized by his big belly, it is like hiding a wealth of knowledge.
Usually, my father is very patient. Although he is strong, he speaks very gently and seldom loses his temper. Once, I met a math problem and tried my best, but I didn't have any inspiration. I hurried to consult my father. When he saw me coming, he smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" My head is buried low. Dad looked at the test paper, was silent for a while, and began to talk about how to solve the problem. After a while, my father looked at me. I touched my chin and shook my head, but I still didn't understand. Dad didn't say much, then lowered his head, drew a picture on the paper, pointed to the picture, patiently taught me bit by bit, and talked twice in a row. Gradually, I understood the meaning, looked at my father gratefully and thought about it again. It's true.
Dad can be very strict sometimes. I remember one exam, and my grades were not satisfactory. I came home depressed without saying a word. I was so nervous that my little heart pounded and my speed increased. "A storm is coming." . Sure enough, my father saw my test paper and he patted me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw my father's face expressionless and his eyes wide open, as if to burst into flames. Pointing to the wrong question, he snapped, "If you had been more careful, you wouldn't have made such a mistake." I gently "hmm", staring straight at the wrong question, recalling my father's meticulous attitude towards work at ordinary times, and always telling me that "attitude determines everything", my mood gradually calmed down.
This is my father. I love my father!