Father loves senior one composition 1 In the evening, I sat at my desk, reading synchronously in my hand. The article "Nutrition of Life" comes into view. After reading it, I can't be calm for a long time.
The article tells a story about a disabled boy with inferiority complex. After planting a tree, he hopes it will die as soon as possible. When his father knew this, he quietly helped the little boy water the trees at night and encouraged him to become a botanist. From then on, he was optimistic and became the president of the United States through his own efforts.
What power makes the little boy no longer feel inferior, but optimistic? What made the little boy succeed and become the president of the United States? It's father's love, it's father's love that has created a miracle! ! ! Let's imagine that if the father found the child's inferiority complex, ignored him and let his little tree dry up and die, the little boy would feel even more inferior and even less likely to become the president of the United States! ! ! Father, that's not just water, but father's love! Fatherly love is the nourishment of life! It is the irrigation of nutrients that makes the self-abased "small trees" flourish and even grow into towering trees.
Fatherly love is an inexhaustible sea. Father's love is a mountain, tall and stalwart, firm and upright. There are many such fathers around us, who have created many miracles. Dou Jing's sister's father is one of them.
Sister Dou Jing's father is a piano teacher. I gave up my good career for Dou Jing's sister. He and Dou Jing's sister came to Shenyang from Dalian, their hometown, and turned around many times until they came to Beijing to learn the piano. Piano tuition is very high. In order to make up the tuition, Dou Jing's sister's father is busy day and night every day. Being a piano teacher, taking one student after another. Tune the piano and run from house to house. Life is simple. Don't take a taxi or go out to eat. No matter how far you run, you can either ride a bike or take a bus. Take my daughter to the Conservatory of Music to learn piano when she is free. In order to prepare her for going abroad, she also hired an English teacher. Finally, he was admitted to a conservatory of music in Canada.
The noblest love in the sun is fatherly love. At this time, I picked up the Chinese book next to me and read it carefully, intending to repay my great father's love with excellent results!
Dad loves senior one. In 20xx, I was admitted to the hospital because of a car accident. For eight years, what I haven't seen for a long time is, "the love my father gave me."
I once remembered that I had just been admitted to the hospital and was in a coma for more than forty days. The hardest part is my father. At that time, the family was not too rich. A drop costs hundreds, and it takes more than forty days to keep me alive. After more than forty days, the dangerous period passed, and I slowly woke up from a coma. I can't walk at first, and I have to have a ct scan every few days in the hospital. It was my dad who took me upstairs to the sixth floor step by step and then took me downstairs step by step. In my unforgettable memory, I had dinner with my father that night. My father took me out of the ward and walked from the fourth floor to the back of the inpatient department to buy some fruit. After a while, it will be fine. At the moment my father carried me upstairs, I suddenly found that my father's white hair was much more. For a moment, I felt something. From then on, I got out of bed and began to learn to walk. About half a month. I'll go. One night, it should be eleven o'clock. When I got up to go to the toilet, I suddenly saw something I never knew. Put some stools together and my father lies on them. I really can't imagine my father being in a coma for more than forty nights. My eyes have been red since that night. However, I keep telling myself not to cry. Suddenly, a year later, I was discharged from the hospital. I don't know how I felt at that time, but I have always been sure that my father gave me new hope.
Eight years have passed. On the afternoon of October 9th, 20xx 10/KLOC-0, the school held a lecture on grateful parents, grateful teachers and drug abuse. At this moment, my father came. At the moment of touching, I shed tears, tears that I haven't shed for more than ten years.
Jia Lei, Grade One, Third Vocational Middle School, Yuquan District, Hohhot, Inner Mongolia:
Father loves the last depressed class of composition 3 of senior one, and it is going on in a depressed way with the constant voice of the teacher and the constant thunder in the air. Looking out of the window, the heavy rain mercilessly devastated the earth, and the students whispered in their ears. They are afraid of heavy rain!
As time goes by, I am on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars at the school gate, I was in a hurry. I hope he doesn't come!
I don't remember what the teacher said on the platform. Actually, I don't listen at all. I looked out of the window again. Fortunately, he didn't come. I'm relieved.
The deadly bell rang, and as soon as I put on my schoolbag, I flew out of the classroom and plunged into the endless rain curtain The rain soon fell on my head, but I'm glad he didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, the students got into the warm and spacious carriages one by one, and the sound of motor gradually drowned my thoughts. "Son!" A thunder woke me up from my dream, a familiar voice. Don't! Look inside, here he comes! He has an old umbrella in his hand and a main bike in his hand. The rust on the bike is as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He has a smile on his face. Although he is very kind, I feel uncomfortable all over. "Dad is late, sorry, hurry up and get an umbrella, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly. I have driven car after car, and I can feel that my classmates in the car must be staring at him and his worn-out bike with disdain. My face feels burning pain. He seems to know something. He took out a shabby five-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it to me carefully. "I have left early. Go home by car. " Say that finish, through the car, with the sound of "squeak, squeak" disappeared in the rain. Where he stood, there were only thick raindrops and two cigarette butts still smoking. I know he never smokes. ...
A stream of heat rushed into my heart. Some people say that handstand can prevent tears from flowing out, but my tears can't be controlled and my eyes are confused. He's my dad! Poverty can't change the affection between father and son! I flew forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly. Two fiery hearts melted everything.
Father loves senior one composition 4. I like the quiet and restrained story-telling way of Ocean Paradise, showing the freshness after precipitation. This style lasted until the end of the film. -It is very suitable to express the heavy social topic of autism.
Without deliberate sensationalism, some bridges that I thought would be greatly exaggerated to make people cry were quietly taken away by several shots; There is no chance to please the system against your will. After all, with the current population of China and the high incidence of autism, it is obviously unrealistic to rely on the system to properly arrange everything; Without extinguishing all hope, almost all the people in the film are good people, and there is no artificial depravity, which will not make the protagonist's embarrassing life worse in the end. The last few minutes are reserved for the audience with light in the dark night, which is weak but can not be ignored.
Close your eyes, there is still a little thing shining in my eyes:-. Teach children to dress, open doors, boil eggs and recognize coins. -the denomination is simple and ordinary, so simple, but so worrying. Many trivial details in life spell out the real life of a special family: although the father is patient and hardworking and the children are innocent, in reality, there are actually many disappointments. So what we see is more bitterness and loneliness, helplessness for help, and an ordinary but extremely great love. It is this sincerity and sincerity that makes this film have a touching emotional power.
Around us, my father's love is silent, unlike my mother's love, which can be seen from her face. But father, you can't see the expression on his face, you can only feel it with your heart. When I grew up, I never said a word of concern to my father, and I couldn't say it. Maybe some concerns and blessings don't need to be expressed in words. As long as they can feel each other, my dad should feel it, too.
Father loves father, which is a warm title. It means thick palms, broad shoulders and silent love.
15 hasn't learned to talk to his father face to face. Spring, summer, autumn and winter alternate 15 times, which is a time of aging and a long wait.
The child who was led by his father to cross the road grew up and understood his father's hard work and his silent love.
The love buried deep in my father's forehead will frown every time I get sick, and the gentle love hidden in my father's smile every time I win will water me like rain, push me away like sunshine and accompany me like a greenhouse.
Father, this is a heavy title. It means a thick cocoon on the palm of your hand, a heavy burden on your shoulders, bitterness and panic under a calm expression.
From holding my father's arm as a coquette to now, I have helped my father massage his back and spent 6205 days and 6205 sunrise days. The cycle of decline is the passage of time and the approach of the soul.
The child who once asked his father to braid his hair understood his father's suffering and his growing silver thread when he grew up.
The bitterness blooming under the silver silk is as deep as Dahlia, and the tenderness dripping under the silver silk is as gentle as love. However, tired blood and silver silk thread, accumulated year after year and month after month as I grew up, now occupy a quarter of my father's hair color.
Father is like a book. This must be a tear-jerker book. No friendship and love is another feeling.
Different from the selflessness of maternal love, fatherly love is great and deep, and it is a mountain-like love! Gong Yu can't move it.
This love has been guarding us, guarding our growth and rejoicing in our happiness. Sadness. Our sadness. Heartache hurts our heartache. This love has always been ordinary and not mediocre in our hearts.
Father loves like a book, and father loves like a book. This is a book that we need to study all our lives. Feel and return warm and deep love with our hearts.
Dad loves senior one. Time passes slowly. Don't let you get old. I want to exchange your age with me.
-"Father"
I was born in this world when he was 30 years old. He is restless and quiet. I have inherited his bad temper now. My memory of this person is getting less and less on the road of growing up, and it is still like this until now. ...
Today, I accidentally hurt my foot. Suddenly, a memory with this person came to my mind. He was 37 and I was 6. He had to rest at home because of his foot injury. I was puzzled when I saw other people's children holding instant noodles (instant noodles were a luxury for rural children at that time), so I ran home and tried my best to find them. He looked at me lying in bed and shouted angrily, "What are you doing?" Under his shock, I whispered, "I want to eat instant noodles." He was silent, and the room was quiet for a while. I slowly walked out of the house. As the sun went down, I played with my friends for a while and then forgot about it. When I got home, I found so many bags of instant noodles on the table. Afterwards, I learned that he limped to the canteen with his son's wishes! Wounded!
At that time, he was still so strict in my heart, but now he is just a little more kind. But the weight in my heart is increasing, and I gradually understand that there are no parents who don't love their children, and there is no harm, only love and care.
Dad, I actually keep in mind everything you have done for me, but I have less and less words with you and gradually don't know how to express it to you. Every time I go home, I see the wrinkles on your forehead. You get old before you get old. Think of the little old man in other people's eyes. I grow up slowly and you grow old slowly. I have to thank you for your understanding when I was young.
Dad, don't be too tired. In a few years, I will hold up a sky for you!