Father is deep and stern. I remember it was a winter when I was a child. It has just snowed, the wind outside is very cold, and all the scenery has turned pale white. The fire in the room jumped up like a fire fighter defeated by snow. My mother is wearing a coat and is going to buy me a fire to get rid of my intestines. I don't know if this is good or bad, but I have to follow my mother. Mother said anxiously, "Be good and don't go out to catch cold." But I clamored to follow, and my father said, "It's so cold outside, don't go!" " "
This sentence aroused my stubborn character, and the more I stopped it, the more I didn't want to leave. Finally, I angered my father unreasonably. My father reprimanded him and said, "Look at your bad habits. If you don't fight, you won't remember them. Drive them away today! " Said the rain like a huge slap in my * * *, spicy * *.
My crying covered up the wind outside, and my father was so angry that his forehead was soaked. ...
My father's sternness made me realize the majesty of a father. I think I am a growing small tree. My father's strictness completely restored my miscellaneous plants, so I will grow taller and more upright.
My father is also very kind and lovely. Sometimes my father's eyes will show childlike mischief, and everything he says and does will make my mother and I laugh.
Now that I have grown up, I understand my father's books a little bit. It may take a lifetime to understand my father's books, but I believe I will read my father's books better.
Father's composition has a beautiful beginning and end. Father's composition begins.
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Father is a mountain, which still stands in our hearts despite the raging wind and the erosion of heavy rain.
We don't understand why dad is always so serious and unsmiling, why he never says a word of praise to himself, why he is so fierce when we do something wrong, why he doesn't care about his state ... There are too many reasons to ask him for verification.
final result
My father's eyes not only constantly spur me in my studies, but also remind me in my life that he cares about me everywhere. He is not only my strict father, but also my loving father. The words conveyed to me by his eyes always help and encourage me in my study and life.
Composition: Read your dad, read your dad.
Father's temples are black and white. Many years ago, I always thought that my father was a boor who took smoking and drinking as his life and never put any adjectives before the word "father". I remember one day, when my father was preparing a bathing suit, he said to me, "Come, let's take a bath." I was reluctant, but I didn't want to refuse, so I agreed. My father went to the yard to push the cart. I shouted, "Why don't you drive in this cold?" Father smiled and said, "Not far, and I won't let you drive me." Then he motioned for me to come over. I locked the door and sat on it. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of my father's temple. "Ah, Dad, you have white hair, not a little!" I let out a cry of surprise, and my father seemed surprised and said, "No, I didn't notice." He was suddenly silent, and after a long time, he sighed in a low voice: "I am old ..." I didn't say anything, but I felt that the car was faster. I finally understand that my father is really old. Although the work of the elder sister and the second sister is good, they all rely on their father's interpersonal relationship. My dad didn't sleep well for a few days, and he took me to someone else's house to give gifts. After the two sisters' jobs were stable, the father said at the family dinner, "The two prostitutes are all arranged, and it is easy to leave the third one!" What my father said was easy, but I understood that I worried my father. It is not easy. After dinner, my father sat in the yard smoking. I went to persuade him, but my father sighed. He looked at me and put out his cigarette. Later, my mother told me that my father had a little trouble at work. At that moment, I finally understood that my father was sad. He's not grumpy, he's just worried that I'm not making progress. Father is not a heavy smoker, but wants to find a moment of leisure when he is depressed.
I didn't understand my father until now.
Understand my father's 200 words in the composition. My father's temples are black and white.
Many years ago, I always thought that my father was a boor who regarded smoking and drinking as his life, and never put any adjectives before the word "father".
I remember one day, when my father was preparing a bathing suit, he said to me, "Come, let's take a bath." I was reluctant, but I didn't want to refuse, so I agreed. My father went to the yard to push the cart. I shouted, "Why don't you drive in this cold?" Father smiled and said, "Not far, and I won't let you drive me." Then he motioned for me to come over. I locked the door and sat on it. When I looked up, I caught a glimpse of my father's temple.
"Ah, Dad, you have white hair, not a little!" I let out a cry of surprise, and my father seemed surprised and said, "No, I didn't notice." He was suddenly silent, and it was a long time before he sighed in a low voice: "I am old ..."
I didn't say anything, but I felt the car was faster. I finally understand that my father is really old.
Although the work of the elder sister and the second sister is good, they all rely on their father's interpersonal relationship. My dad didn't sleep well for a few days, and he took me to someone else's house to give gifts. After the two sisters' jobs were stable, the father said at the family dinner, "The two prostitutes are all arranged, and it is easy to leave the third one!" What my father said was easy, but I understood that I worried my father. It is not easy.
After dinner, my father sat in the yard smoking. I went to persuade him, but my father sighed. He looked at me and put out his cigarette. Later, my mother told me that my father had a little trouble at work. At that moment, I finally understood that my father was sad. He's not grumpy, he's just worried that I'm not making progress. Father is not a heavy smoker, but wants to find a moment of leisure when he is depressed.
I didn't understand my father until now.
Senior high school composition "Understanding Father" Understanding Father
I love my father because he is tall and handsome and will always be my childhood playmate. I love my father a little more than my mother, because he was my nanny and first teacher when I was a child. I love my father, but I always find that I can't read him and see through him. ...
1. Qiuci's father's childhood
By chance, I couldn't help asking my grandmother about her father's childhood. Grandma said that my father was very bitter when he was a child. Although my uncle is only one year younger than him, my sensible father knows that he is just an elder brother. In late autumn, the weather is extremely cold. Dad came home from school and saw his uncle still lying in the hospital bed, so he left his schoolbag and went to herd sheep alone. Although he was disappointed hundreds of times, he went anyway. As we all know, the family was still poor at that time, and the evening in late autumn was as bitter as winter. Father was too young to stand the cold wind. He wants to drive the sheep home early, but the sheep won't go home until they are full. My poor father can only tremble in the cold wind. ...
2. The other side of Sunshine Dad
My father has done well in school since he was a child. After graduating from college, he went straight to work. Then the filial father met his mother under the care of his grandparents. They fell in love, got married and had a daughter. I was named Qiannan. Looking back now, how headstrong and disobedient I was when I was a child. I don't understand my father's pains to seek medical treatment for me. Once, my father came back from Beijing with lovely toys and that disgusting medicine. In the process of taking medicine, I insisted on not eating, crying loudly, "I won't eat-I won't eat-I'll go back to my grandmother's house and never come back." My dad finally couldn't help it, and began to lose his temper with me and shouted, "You have to eat if you eat! You have to eat if you don't eat! " . I still refused. At this time, my loving father waved like an angry lion and even hit me. This is the first time in my life that I was beaten and cried even harder. After a while, when I saw my father again, he didn't know when he had stood at the door, for a long, long time. ...
Third, the life experience of coffee dad
My father is going to be forty soon, and my economic-minded father firmly believes that rhapsody in July is near. My father wants to start a family business with my uncle. Of course, I agree. Father often sends out the feeling that life is not satisfactory, his mind is not open enough and he is not commercialized enough. I think my father is always the best and has the unique charm of a 40-year-old man.
I, still unable to understand my father, only tasted this small part. To my father, I still say, "I love you, father!" " " .
The beginning and end of the composition "Reading Mom" Motherly love is like the rain and dew in spring, quietly moistening our hearts; Motherly love is like a warm spring breeze, soothing our hearts; Motherly love is like a boat, carrying us through all difficulties. If maternal love is the blue sky, we are free birds under the sky; If maternal love is a forest, we are happy and unrestrained deer in the forest; If maternal love is the sea, then we are free fish in the water. Everything we have comes from our mother, and maternal love is the most sincere and selfless love in the world.
Motherly love is the source of feelings, which is no stranger to us. People who study painting think maternal love is red, people who study calligraphy think maternal love is blue, blind people think maternal love is transparent, and people with illusions think maternal love is golden. However, I think maternal love is rich and colorful.
Ending:
Motherly love is like a lamp, it will not go out when it is lit, and it will illuminate a child's inner darkness and the way forward. Snow falls without a trace, true love is silent, and maternal love will never be easily discovered. You will find it if you taste it carefully.
I think each of us has never seen God, but without exception, we all have an angel sent by God who loves our mother.
Write the beginning and end of father's composition in rhetoric. Ordinary looks, ordinary resume, this is my father, at first glance, like a glass of warm water. . . . .
At this moment, the image of my father is the mountain in my heart, such as mountains and seas, with a vast and profound territory. . . . . .
Read your world. Her world ended at the beginning of your composition. I see.
I have never walked into her world, nor have I understood her world, but I know that her world is lonely, because she has the loneliness of the whole world. Her world is black and white, because she has no sunshine.
She said she was lonely, but what she feared most was loneliness. Every time I see other children of the same age can play like this, her heart will become very dull and depressed, because her most taboo is to do what she wants generously. The dream that once stayed on her has quietly passed away, and now it is completely gone. Gradually, she got used to being alone. I like watching the blue sky on the balcony, watching the night weaving on the roof outside the window, hiding in the dark and touching the lonely breath with my hands, and looking for lonely places alone.
She said she was afraid to pretend, but she would still smile at everyone and hide her loneliness with a smile. Because she doesn't want people to understand her loneliness and walk into her world. ...
The rest of the light jumped over her flowing hair. She is wearing a white skirt, standing on the balcony, with open arms, enjoying the sunshine. I stood downstairs and looked up at her. She seems to like the sun very much, but I can't see the shadow of the sun shining on her. The sky behind me is in excellent contrast with her, as if supporting another sky for her.
She looked down at me, as if she had finally discovered my existence, and then smiled at me and kept smiling. I don't know, her smile is very complicated, which contains more emotions and more loneliness behind it. I can always read her smile.
I gave her a sweet smile back, and she trembled and was shocked by my smile.
"What are you laughing at?" She asked me, her voice was cold and a little bleak. This is the first time I have listened to her. I didn't answer, but kept smiling at her.
"You are very happy, aren't you?"
"Sister, are you unhappy?" I naively asked her, a little * * * phase.
"Happy, am I happy? Am I really happy? " She whispered, as if talking to herself.
"Sister, don't you have any friends?"
"Friends? Do I have any friends? " She looked up at the sky.
"Elder sister, it doesn't matter if you don't have friends. I can be your friend. "
She lowered her head and continued to look at me, with a smile on her face, a sincere smile. Then she turned and walked into the room.
This is our first conversation. Although I talked later, I listened to her more about loneliness.
I once walked into her world, but I failed to change her world. She said she was lonely, but my world was just lonely. She said she needed friends, but so did I.
She said that no one understood her world.
But what I want to say is that I understand her world.
The beautiful paragraphs at the beginning and end of the composition are shameful. Point out the end clearly at the beginning, or point out the end clearly at the beginning.
Introductory songs (Tanci (Tanci) and some local operas)
Blue planet, endless rotation, magnificent sea, white waves; A trickle flows through fields, villages and towns. These are all manifestations of vitality.
(Excerpted from Hebei examinee "Life is in Your Hands")
The wind chimes of youth blow my heart, the colored flutes of youth blow my dreams, and the notes of youth drive me to hope. Youth, this beautiful season, is the time for us to sow hope, cherish hope, grasp hope and let hope shine in our hands.
(Excerpted from "Grasping Youth" by students in Hebei Province)
Some people say that the ship of life cannot live without ideal sails.
It is said that the ideal of life is for the ideal life.
The happiest time in an ideal life is the flower season of dreams.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Flower Season with Dreams")
Love is a ray of sunshine in winter, which dispels the cold frost; Love is a shower after a long drought, nourishing a broken heart; Love is a beacon in Wang Yang, which indicates the hope of a new life.
(Excerpted from "Bringing Love to Others" by Jingzhou Examiner)
I don't know if I have ever passed by, but you are as light as a thin cloud on the horizon. Even if you can't meet it, it will take away my mind's attention. ...
(Excerpted from Guangdong examinee "I pay attention to the dribs and drabs of life")
In life, everyone will encounter unpleasant things, such as setbacks, misunderstandings, criticisms, etc. At that time, this was undoubtedly an insurmountable obstacle. But when I look back, it is just a wave in the long river of life, a wisp of fragrance in the colorful years.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee Xiangxiang)
Life needs applause.
Many people often lament that educated youth is hard to find. What is a bosom friend? Is it not applause in life?
(Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Life Needs Applause")
Just as wind is to sails, just as temperature is to seeds, just as sunshine and rain are to the growth of everything, praise is an indispensable spiritual nutrition in our growth process.
(Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Eager for Praise")
There is a flower in the world that will never fade, and that is a smile. It will bloom where people live, regardless of the four seasons, regardless of the north and south. The nobler the mind, the more beautiful the smiling flower.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Bringing Smile to Life")
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Life is a burning flame, and it will shine in the ashes, because life is in your hands, you just need to grasp it.
(Excerpted from Hebei examinee "Life is in Your Hands")
What is youth? Youth is hope. What does youth need? Youth needs to be grasped. Youth without regrets, perfect answer sheet, grasp it well. When the spring breeze breaks out, look back and do everything well. At least "this" is also the confession of our life. Hold youth in your hands, remember hope, pursue and struggle with hopes and dreams, and create the glory of youth.
(Excerpted from Hebei students' Grasping Youth)
In the flower season, I hope I can always remember the good words of the sages:
The ship of life cannot live without an ideal sail.
The ideal of life is for the ideal life.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Flower Season with Dreams")
Let's take action to bring love to those children who are out of school, to those lonely old people ... to everyone around us. When you give love to others, you also get great happiness. I believe that as long as everyone gives a love, the world will become a beautiful world.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Bringing Love to Others")
Attention need not be melodramatic, attention will only be unintentional, that seriousness and persistence, like a butterfly flying to the sky, took away my attention, inadvertently brought the message of life and love, and endowed life with bits and pieces!
(Excerpted from Guangdong examinee "I pay attention to the dribs and drabs of life")
Every time I think about it, my heart is sour, but this grievance has not sublimated into hate, but it has created my strong character, and I understand the teacher's mood. If there is no such thing, can I feel wronged? Ha ha! There is no trace of time, only fragrance.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee Xiangxiang)
The applause of life will never stop? It always inspires people to pursue the nobleness and perfection of the soul. Applause is more important than love and money.
Let applause ring, life needs applause.
Dear teachers, how eager to get your praise, even if it is a simple sentence or two!
(Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Eager for Praise")
Bring a smile to life and decorate it with a smile. You don't have to look for happiness and beg for time's mercy, but walk through the four seasons with a smile, then store it as happy wine and enjoy life.
(Excerpted from Jingzhou examinee "Bringing Smile to Life")
Highly generalized, rich in connotation, meaningful and intriguing.
Taste the past, bitter with sweet, spray after spray, fragrance after fragrance like an eternal flame, lit my lamp of hope, so I saw the road clearly and moved on.
(Excerpted from Chongqing examinee "A wisp of fragrance")
There are dances in ordinary life and songs in trivial things. Success is an enterprising melody plucked from the heartstrings, and success is a calm emotional lake thrown into a series of armchairs from a little progress. Taste your small success, why not cheer for no one?
Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Applause for yourself")
Praise is to ignite the fire in others' hearts with your own fire, find others' hearts with your own heart, and moisten things with spring breeze and drizzle.
(Excerpted from Anhui examinee "Eager for Praise")
In winter, there is no prosperity in spring, publicity in summer and richness in autumn, but her unique qualities are holiness, perseverance and selflessness.
(Excerpted from Zibo examinee "Winter Personality")
Yes, love blows away the shadow of life and sows brilliant sunshine. If happiness is fire, love is burning, happiness is water, love is flowing, and love and happiness are interdependent!
The beginning and end of an unforgettable composition (beautiful fragment) "... (a lyric related to the topic) ..." This song reminds me of that time, and my memory is fixed on that day ... The end: ".............. (Song)" is to write about my feelings.