There is an old saying that a mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. Since I was born, my father has taken good care of me and my patience has gradually increased. Every day, I marvel at his patience.
"Ah ..." Curious people will definitely ask what this is. Actually, it was just that I was solving a serious math problem. I have no choice but to turn to my "strategist"-my father. "First of all, we should use one to find out ..." Although my father's thinking is clear, it is still too difficult for someone like me who only understands 1+ 1. "No ... I understand," I stammered. "hmm? So from the solution of equation C ... "But my mind is still a mess, and equations and algebra are spinning. "How much is B?" Father said. I couldn't answer, so I kept silent. Suddenly I felt a cool breeze blowing, thinking that I wanted to eat "fried meat with bamboo shoots". I sat down on the ground with a sigh. My father smiled when he saw it. I asked, "What are you laughing at?" Father asked, "Why are you sitting on the ground?" I thought you were going to hit me. I answered. "I thought you were going to murder me!" After a moment of silence, the father and son burst out laughing.
One day, I swam in the sea of books and greedily learned knowledge from them. "Eat!" Cried the father. I don't know. I'm still studying history. "Have a meal!" Father shouted again. At this time, I woke up from a rude awakening and bowed my head on the table, thinking that I was going to get another lesson. I didn't expect that "reading is good, but we must grasp the time!" Dad's words reassured me.
My father's patience is unparalleled. Meanwhile, I dare say that he is the most patient father in the world.
My father is a migrant worker. For a family of six, he works at the construction site from morning till night every day. So he always smells of salty sweat.
When I was a child, my father always came to pick me up from the construction site as soon as school was over. I was afraid that my classmates would smell his sweat, so I asked my father to stand at the intersection opposite the school gate and wait for me. However, the accident happened like this.
That day, I saw my father already in the distance. Just as I was about to leave the school gate, a tragic scene happened in front of me: a car sped past my father without warning, as fast as a runaway wild horse!
"Dad-"I shouted hysterically, but my father was knocked down by a car. This hurts me, and I can't help it anymore. I ran frantically to my father. The wind still smells of my father's salty sweat. Suddenly, my eyes were confused. If it weren't for my vanity, my dad wouldn't be like this! If it weren't for my willfulness, nothing would have happened to my father. is all my fault！ I threw myself at my father and tears fell like broken beads. ...
My father has been in the hospital for a long time. From then on, my father took me home as usual, but the place was changed to the school gate, and the salty sweat was still floating in the wind. My father's unique taste has always been with me!
Fatherly love topic composition 3 We must have experienced the love given by our parents when we were young. Now I want to say an unforgettable day, a day that makes my memory fresh.
I once ate some poisonous mushrooms because I was in a hurry at noon and fasted. Very unclean. My stomach is upset. After eating, I feel weak, my stomach is uncomfortable and I want to vomit. When my mother was not at home, I told my father that my father suspected that I had a "bug", so he quickly changed his clothes and helped me to the health center downstairs-but no one was there. What should I do? He was in a whirl of anxiety. In order to distract me, my father went to the supermarket behind my back. When I got there, my father had an idea and went straight to the cold storage area behind my back. "Come on, have a cup of Yakult to help digestion. It should be all right, just on sale!" My father was sweating, and my clothes were wet, but I couldn't move. When I got home, my father changed my clothes, but he was too lazy to change them. I fell flat on the bed, breathing weakly. My father lifted me up and fed me Yakult, which made me feel a lot better in an instant, but before long, I felt uncomfortable again. I went to the toilet in a daze and vomited, and there were mushrooms at noon. Dad carried me back to my room, took my temperature and had a low fever. I slept while sweating, vaguely remembering that my father gave me a "physical cooling". Finally, he can have a rest.
The next day, after I got sick, I looked a little weak, so I didn't go to school. My father was busy being green. I am very touched, and I firmly believe that in the near future, I will take care of my parents like this when I grow up.
Fatherly love topic composition 4 In life, you will encounter many things. Some moved us, some made us angry, and some made us happy ... An incident that happened four years ago deeply touched me.
That day, I stood at the school gate after school, in a daze. Wow! What a heavy rain! I said secretly in my mind. It's really too much trouble. How can we go back in such a heavy rain? But I firmly believe that dad will come to pick me up.
Sure enough, a familiar figure gradually appeared from a distance, moving slowly under the block of wind and rain. The thin body trembled slightly in the wind and rain.
Very close! Very close! A "soaked chicken" appeared in front of my eyes. He smiled and gave me an umbrella. This umbrella is big and beautiful, and it is brand-new. Compared with the old and broken umbrella in my father's hand, it looks noble. At that time, I was holding an umbrella, holding his cocoon-covered hand and waddling on my way home.
On the way home, it was muddy. He carried me on his back and walked carefully in the wind and rain. In the storm, we seem to have become the Tang Priest and the Monkey King in the Journey to the West. He is a monkey. He "protected" my naive "Tang Priest". Unknown "protection" made his clothes wet.
When I got home, he and I were soaked to the skin. But instead of changing clothes, he poured me a pot of steaming water to wash the sewage. Warm your body. When I was shivering in the corner drinking hot tea.
Father's love, father's love, is it a steaming cup of tea in cold weather or an umbrella in a hurry in rainy weather ... its kindness is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea.
A composition with a mountain of fatherly love is like an umbrella in rainy days and a hat in sunny days, which always protects you, but it is so inconspicuous to use. Father loves mountains. Do you feel loved by your father?
Yesterday evening, the clouds in the sky were particularly bright red under the setting sun. Sweeping away the gloomy weather a few days ago, although it is still a bit sultry, it is still hot without rain, which can't stop people's colorful lives. After I finished today's homework and tasks, I asked my father to take me to the square to play, and my father quickly agreed. All right! I want to go to the gym too, don't I? I laughed when I saw my father's big belly. It seems that my father is trying to stay healthy now. Yes, everyone loves beauty! Suddenly I had a good idea. I said, dad, how long has it been since we rode a bike? Dad said, it's been a long time. I'll drive you to school by car or electric car. Oh! "You elf ghost, good!
Let's see whose technology is better! I said, "I'm not as good as you"? I don't know where I got this pride. As I started as soon as I kicked my leg, my father shouted at the back, "You broke the rules! After all, adults are adults. I still can't have the ability to challenge your majesty, but I am also a man of my own mind. Didn't dad listen to me this time? Riding a bicycle on the road in the sunset attracted many people's attention, and some even greeted us! Have a plenty of dad to say hello to others, in this rainy night, although I ride a sweat, but my heart is very comfortable! This is the best way to relieve stress after the exam. It's so comfortable Suddenly I feel the sky is so blue and the water is so clear! It's like being in clear natural oxygen!
Father loves topic composition 6 Every time my father gets angry with me, it makes me cry like rain, so every time I see my father, I am afraid. But once, I felt a profound truth in my father's scolding-the most important character of everyone is honesty.
Last week, I took the metronome to school in English class, and it was confiscated by the teacher. When I got home, I wanted to tell my parents, but I was afraid that my mother would tell me and my father would hit me, so I lied to my parents that something was missing. In this way, I spent a week in anxiety
Later, my father found out that I lied-because what I left at home can't be lost. So my father asked me again, this time, his words were much more serious, and I finally said it. Father listened and beat me with a skipping rope. I cried sadly, thinking that it would be too harsh to hit me for such a trivial matter. After I cried, my father said to me earnestly: "Honesty is the foundation of a person's life. You should have good moral character from an early age and become a useful person to society when you grow up. "
Dad's words are deeply imprinted on my mind, and I am ashamed of my behavior. I think my father is so strict with me that he actually loves me. I really shouldn't make up such a big lie. Here, I want to say to my father, "Dad, I won't do it again.". I will be an honest person. "
Fatherly love topic composition 7 If mother likes water, then fatherly love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is like a mountain, tall and firm. Father's love, drop by drop, is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can also feel the love like a mountain.
Children are like seedlings, and fathers love them like light rain. Sprinkle rain on the seedlings, let them absorb the rain and dew, and let the seedlings grow sturdily. When the seedlings absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, they will grow into towering trees.
As for my father, I admire him. Although he doesn't talk much, he always smells like a mature man. For more than ten years, from the day I can remember, everything about my father was deeply imprinted in my heart. From the first time I wrote about my father, his fatness, his humor, his seriousness, his kindness, his wisdom and cleverness, his humor, and all kinds of interesting things that happened between me and us, this little happiness was engraved in my heart!
I am now in the second grade, and I have more and more operations every day. Always writing late. Similarly, my father comes home late from work every day. But he still let this tired body come to my house and let me study. Don't forget to add a warm sentence when you leave: "Go to bed early, don't be tired!" " "Although it is usually simple words, these words contain a father's love for his children. I'm very tired. I listen to my father, but I must pull myself together soon. Finish the work quickly.
He is a strict father and I am a stubborn daughter. As long as I can remember, I never touched his shoulder, and he never praised me to my face.
In most of my memory, he just sat next to me with his homework and asked loudly, "Why can't you do this?" My grumpy father always smiles at other children, but never smiles at me.
When I was in primary school, my grades were always bad. I never took the certificate back to him. Every time a neighbor's child gets a certificate, there will always be a little pain on his face, and he hates iron for not turning into steel. To him, I am a very disappointing child.
I lived on campus when I was in junior high school, and I had to pay a certain amount of rice to the canteen every month as food expenses. It was windy that day, and it rained in Mao Mao. He wore a straw hat, raincoat and water shoes to deliver rice by bike. After that, he put dozens of living expenses into my hand and said, "If you don't have enough, add vegetables and eat less snacks." I shed warm tears when I watched his back fading away in the wind and rain. It turns out that under his strict appearance, there is a warm and expectant heart.
On the day he graduated from high school and got the admission notice, although he didn't say anything to me or kill the chickens and ducks, I knew from his expression that he was happy.
After I went to college, I gradually found that the white hair on his head spread from one head to the whole head, and his beard was not shaved every day as before. My heart hurts, and the word "old" I never wanted to admit is engraved on him. When will the daughter not worry them?
Work, and finally he didn't ask me anything. The generation gap between father and daughter makes us seldom communicate. He heard that I had a boyfriend and didn't say anything to me.
This is my father, who supports me sternly and silently.
Fatherly love topic composition 9 people often say: maternal love is like a mountain, but I think fatherly love is also indelible. In my mind, maternal love is kind and paternal love is severe.
"Ha ha!" A burst of laughter echoed through the sky. So I'm watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf again. "Go and do your homework!" Oh, really, mom and dad have the ability of "lion roar", and I have been in trouble for eight generations! I thought angrily.
"Dad, let me see for a while, just for a while. Oh, I beg you! My dad is the best ... "I said a lot, and my mouth was almost worn out, but my dad was unmoved and said categorically," No! "
The plan failed, so I had to go back to my study in despair. Hey hey! The best policy doesn't work, I still have the worst policy!
I picked up the key to the study and locked the door. I stood on tiptoe, bent over and shrank my hands, ready to sneak out. I was about to get on my bike and run away when suddenly there was a shadow behind me. Is it dad? My heart is shaking. In retrospect, it scares me. I saw my father staring at me with his hands at his waist.
Without saying anything, my father slapped me in the face with his palm, and I suddenly saw stars and cried out in pain. "Go and do your homework!" I know that my arms can't twist my thighs, so under my father's orders, the hero didn't suffer immediate losses and ran to the study to do his homework. Dad muttered, "This child ..."
I clearly remember that later my father said to me, "Your teacher sent me a message asking you to finish all your homework for the day. The purpose of the teacher is to give you time to check; Second, I'm afraid you won't have time to do your homework. You know, I am doing it for your own good! "
Ah, I see, every word, every word and every slap from my father contains countless loves. Love can't even fill the sea. Father's love is boundless!
Fatherly love topic composition 10 Fatherly love is a mountain that cares for life; Father's love is fire, igniting the fire of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the road, guiding life. ...
Once I didn't understand why my father's hair turned white. I don't understand, father's smiling face will become haggard? I don't understand. Who is my father working for? I don't understand why my father's back is bent. ...
Until that day, let me understand everything.
On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I waited outside the door for my father to take me home. I'm impatient and have the money to go home by car. However, I saw a dark sky and the man waiting for me in the cold wind. I clearly see my father's white hair, not the bright moon, nor the gorgeous rhetoric decoration, but one by one.
Obviously, my father saw me. I stopped covering my coat with my hand and ran to my father in the cold wind and heavy rain.
At that moment, I saw my father's fiery heart in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears. My father grabbed my hand and tried to soften it. I held my father's cold hand tightly, and my father tried to avoid it, so I quickly pulled it back. I know, I am grasping the wealth of my life.
My father turned into a mountain, into a fire, into a lamp, into a road, into a little fatherly love, and accompanied me every day, every minute, every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your life is my wealth, because with your love, my life will not be poor or cold.
Father's love topic composition 1 1 During the first month, my father and I went to my uncle's house to pay a New Year call, and my father told me a story.
Once upon a time there was a man. Such a thing happened to him when he was an uncle. The origin of the incident comes from a folk superstition, which is roughly like this. You can't get a haircut in the first month, or you'll die. When the man's nephew wanted a haircut, his grandfather, the man's father, stopped him. When the man saw it, he smiled and said to his father, "It's okay. These are all superstitions." When this man grew up, became old and became a grandfather, this man's nephew was stopped when he wanted to get a haircut. The man's son said, "Never mind, didn't you believe it then?" The man replied, "I was an uncle then, and now I am your father."
My father didn't tell me the name of the story before it started. After listening, I told my father a story.
Once upon a time, an old man wanted to take his son to live in the city, but he couldn't bear to part with an old cow in the country. So he hopes to find a good buyer to take care of the cows instead of him. Buyer A said, "I will treat it well." The old man asked, "What a good way." A said, "Think of it as an old man." The old man turned and left. Later, another buyer B said, "I will treat him as my son." Hearing this, the old man's eyes filled with tears and gave him the cow.
Father said, the story I told you is called fatherly love. I said, I understand.
Looking back suddenly, I have grown into a big girl, but there will always be a pair of warm hands holding hands when crossing the road. Maybe these hands will give my hand to another person's hand day by day. He may be in tears at that time, but his face is full of smiles.
Fatherly love topic composition 12 Everyone praises maternal love, but I don't. Although I love maternal love, I love my father's love more. On the road of my life, my father used his most special fuel-fatherly love to add energy to me and let me jump forward. Father! You control me like a driver. Let me not go astray.
What is kinship? It is sweet milk that feeds our growth, and bright eyes that guide us forward; It is gentle words that care for our hearts. The passage of time took away my father's youth and the "happy childhood" in my memory.
Father's love is the wind that blows away all your troubles; Father's love is a quilt that makes you feel warm; Father's love is stinky tofu, which tastes bad but smells good in his heart; Father's love is a hero because he is great; Father's love is like a mountain, deep; As vast as the sea; Like grassland, far away; Father is a big tree and a city wall, and we can rely on it; It is fire and sunshine that keep us warm. Father for me, for this family! Working day and night. The temples are gray, and they are no longer as young and energetic as before. Although my father often scolds me, I know that knowing my father is good for me and this family. Although fathers often talk a little too much, which parents at all times and in all countries don't want their children to succeed?
Father, you will always be the hero in my heart, the pillar of this family and the greatest person in the world!
Father's love topic composition 13 People often say, "Father's love is like a mountain", and my father's care and love for me is as thick and profound as a mountain. After this incident, I deeply realized my father's love for me.
One day, I accidentally hurt my leg, which was very painful. I couldn't help crying as soon as I got home. When my father heard this, he rushed over and asked, "Daughter, what's the matter?" I sobbed and said, "I ... I accidentally fell down and my feet hurt!" " ""daughter, hold back, we'll see the doctor later. " Dad said.
After dinner, my feet hurt so much that I couldn't walk a step. My father always sits in the car downstairs behind my back. Dad drove to the Chinese medicine hospital, and the doctor said I was going to orthopedics. He quickly took me to orthopedics and did a lot of tests. The orthopedic doctor said that I had a "green branch fracture", and I needed to put a board on my foot, fix the bone and apply medicine. Then I told my father something I didn't understand. Dad put me on the chair next to me and went to the formalities at once. Later, when my father came back, I asked him, "Dad, where can I wear it?" "There it is." Dad pointed to a place with many nurses and patients in the distance. Because there were too many people in the dressing area and there was no place to sit, I was so painful that I could hardly stand, so my father kept hugging me. After getting dressed, my father carried me to the car and drove home. When I got home, I saw my father's back was wet. Although his feet still hurt, a warm current welled up in his heart.
I really want to say to my father, "Dad, you have worked hard, and I love you forever!" " "
Fatherly love topic composition 14 Throughout the ages, people have been praising the greatness of maternal love, but I want to praise the selflessness of fatherly love. Father's love is as majestic as a mountain, as tough and straight as a pine and cypress, but as gentle and delicate as a stream, it moistens things silently.
On the way home from school, it was my father's stalwart body that lit up the road for me like a lighthouse; At my bedside, my father was busy taking care of me day and night; Whenever I am sad when I am in trouble, my father will give me all the strength to move forward; When I am depressed, my father always sends me encouraging words at the first time to give me confidence; Whenever I am confused and don't know where to go, my father will guide me with his wise thoughts. My father's love for me is like a mountain.
Although my family is poor, after I graduated from primary school, my father wanted to send me to study in the city in order to let me study in a better environment. But because I didn't have a transfer certificate, my father ran around the city for me at the beginning of school and asked for everything. Finally, I was admitted as an exception. However, renting a house and studying in the city cost a lot of money. He borrowed money from relatives and friends, so I went to study in the city smoothly, but my family. Father gets up early every day to move bricks and build walls for other people's homes. When I came home from vacation, I found that my father had lost a lot of weight. What makes me even more distressed is that due to overwork, his arms, shoulders and legs are covered with large bruises and his toes are still bleeding. Seeing this, my tears burst out at once. My father looked at me and said nothing, but smiled kindly and stroked my head with his rough big hands. My heart is full of love and love for my father.
Father, you have worked harder for me than a drop of water in the sea. My father loves me like a mountain. That mountain has always stood in my heart. That mountain is the source of my life.
The mountains and the sky are high. Who is taller than them? I think, of course, it is a deep father's love.
I remember one time, I failed in the exam and my father frowned. I thought he came to send me "bamboo shoots with meat". Just as I was about to be beaten, he put the test paper aside and pretended to walk around as if nothing had happened, which made my heart thump. I asked him carefully, "Why didn't you hit me?" My dad stared at me, pretending to be puzzled, and said, "Is this worth hitting you?" I finally breathed a sigh of relief and smiled frankly. My father also smiled and said, "I know that you have mastered this knowledge for a long time, and this happened only because of carelessness." Suddenly, my father became serious again: "Of course, you must be very careful next time. You can't make the same mistake! " ! Otherwise ... "Say that finish, dad slapped him up and stopped in mid-air. Our father and daughter smiled at each other and happened to coincide.
Shortly after this incident, another incident happened. It was on my ninth birthday. My parents and I went to Martyrs Park and bought something for my father's business trip tomorrow. After playing for a while, I was hungry. When I saw the park canteen, I pestered my father and said, "I'm so hungry, I want to eat." Dad walked into the canteen and came back empty-handed and said, "The things here are so expensive, go out and buy them again!" " ""no, no, I will! " Dad touched my head, took out the only bag of snacks he was going on a business trip tomorrow and handed it to me. I stood there quietly and waited for a while, but before I realized it, my father gave me a push with a smile and said, "What's the matter? Eat! "! I know you are hungry. "Hearing this, I immediately tore open the package and swallowed it.
Fatherly love is immeasurable. It is higher than anything, just like an Optimus Prime, it will stand in my heart forever!