My father's 800-word composition 1 My father is a man who can't speak very well. There are traces of years on his forehead, always smiling and broad shoulders, which has become the "symbol" of his father.
In primary school, my father always walked in front of me. He sent me to school, carrying a schoolbag, and I trotted after him. At that time, I wanted to say: Dad, you are so great! At that time, a tall father, a capable mother, and this little me, a simple and happy home.
Time climbed up his father's face, and his sideburns were a little silvery white. I grew up with the small trees planted in front of our house. I like my father very much, because she always laughs and plays with me; But I know that I can silently look at my father's bent back as if he were far away from me. Father's status rises higher and higher, so does mother. I entered middle school and lived on campus. Go home on weekends, open the door and stand at the door. I feel lost in an empty home. I grabbed a piece of paper with my father's powerful words written on it: "Xiaoyu, my father is on a business trip and my mother is on a business trip. Leave money for my own use and take good care of myself. " Dad. "I sighed and put the paper into a ball and put it in my pocket. I don't know why my eyes were full of tears. This lifeless home! I thought sadly.
When I came back from class the next day, I heard the range hood buzzing in the kitchen. I was wondering who it was when I heard a long-lost loud voice: "Come back!" " "It's dad! My heart is full of joy. " Dad. Don't you see the difference? "Ah, yes. While busy cooking, my father whispered, "I'm afraid you're hungry and worried about you." "Nothing else, but I have a feeling in my heart.
Take the school bus to school, and my father helps me with my bag. My father and I walked side by side, looking sideways, and the wind was blowing my father's black silver hair. I want to say something, but I can't. When crossing the road, my father took me and then took my hand. "Dad." I looked up: "What do you want me to report to you?" Father shook his head: "You always walk in front of me, and your happiness is reporting." On the school bus, I cried. I touched the branches in my pocket, and there were words on the back! My name is full, over and over again.
Dad, what do you want me to give you in return? You are always in front of me, and your happiness is the reward.
I finally remembered what I was going to say: "Dad! I really want to say I love you loudly! " You don't need anything, just pay, and what about me? What I want to report is a heart that loves me!
Tagore said that life is like crossing the sea, and we are all gathered in this boat.
What I want to tell you is that seeing that light blue sky makes me stand on the widest horizon, enough to walk from one end we can see to the other.
In my spare time, I will recall some things that have already become the past. There are always some things that will make my sadness unbounded, turn into the clearest tears and flow slowly in my memory. Dear dad, how much warmth have I missed in my heart?
When I was very young, there was always someone waiting for me to talk quietly. I often think that the hardest thing for a person is to wait, and how many years have I kept you waiting these years?
When I was chatting with you the other day, I had an argument about a very small problem. I am unwilling to wipe my tears and swallow it hard alone. In fact, it has been like this for many years, and I will cry many times under this argument for many years.
How many people are willing to listen to you for an hour every day, affirm what you have done right with a gratified smile, or deny your ignorant and ridiculous behavior and words with a strict attitude?
Dear dad, you always deny yourself. With a heart full of expectations for me, you always thought I was a better daughter. How can it be? You used those positive or negative words to shape my humanity. You told me to do what I wanted to do and be the person I wanted to be.
Even if I can't find the grandeur I expected, I can engrave this short part of my life into the whole sky, and then watch them merge with each other and become the most gratifying light blue.
Unfortunately, I have grown up and am no longer a naive child. After chatting every day, I can smile and say that dad is the best, but I will still look at you with an admirer's eyes. I still want to be a good boy in your mind, even if one day I grow an edge and grind an angle. Dear dad, if life is in the next game of chess, I would like to stand on your chessboard and be a chess piece without complaint.
There are many days and times in my life. There is only one father in my life. It was this father who gave me so many days and so many hours.
Dear dad, when I said those words to you, your ignorant and ridiculous daughter gradually grew up, understood the ordinary and great, and watched you grow up, leaving the greatest figure in time.
When I looked up at the sky, the sky turned light blue in an instant.