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Dad's character description composition 600 words composition

1. This 600-word composition, which focuses on character description, is about his father's "Always asking for you but never saying thank you". It's not easy to understand you when you grow up ... time is slow and you won't be old. I want to exchange your age with me ... Oh, you sing so well. Although I had a quarrel with my father just now, I couldn't help crying when I heard this song.

It is not until you grow up that you understand your difficulties.

Father's work is inseparable from the computer. When I was a child, I often saw my father sitting next to a notebook after dinner. I asked my mother, "Mom, why should I play less when my father can play computer at will?" Dad is playing computer every night these days! It's not fair! I want to play too! ""Kiki, dad works on the computer, which is like you? There is so much time to play. " "Hum! I don't believe it! Mom is eccentric! " I cried. Now, five years later, when I think about it, I feel quite ashamed-my father really works on the computer and doesn't finish until ten o'clock every night.

Little problem. Take it.

When I was nine years old, I didn't know how hard my father worked, so I formed a habit-before, when I was going to sleep, I would say good night to my family who had not slept yet; Later, I changed "good night" to "Don't work too late, I'm going to bed, good night". Father, I wonder if you realize it?

Always try my best to give me the best.

Father, I don't know if you remember. I think this kind of thing is very small, but it has happened countless times. You should remember, right?

Countless nights, countless dinners, three people sitting at the same table countless times, "eat more." You know I like to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried shrimps with melon, steamed eggs with patties and chopped tofu ... so, as long as you have them, you can put them in my bag immediately and say to me, "Eat more if you like."

I often invite you to dinner, because I have to study and my mother has to do housework, so you have to go alone. However, no matter how late it is, you always come home and bring me something delicious or I haven't eaten, and you never forget it.

"I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. Every time I leave, I pretend to be very relaxed, smile and say go home, turn around, my eyes are wet.

I want to warm your palm as before. But you were not with me, and you were sent to Ankang by the breeze.

Time is slow, not to let you get old. I want to use my switch to make you stay forever. Dad, what can I do for you? Little problem, take it. Thank you for everything, supporting our home with your hands. Always try my best to give me the best.

Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up.

My father is a handsome boy with dark hair, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a beard and a "general's belly", just like a calm general.

Dad is a truck driver. He has been away for a long time. Every time I come back, I bring many good things I like, such as pizza, beef floss and cantaloupe. Every time I go home, my father shouts loudly, "Ningning, my baby daughter, my father has brought you delicious food!" " "Hearing my father's voice, I flew to my father's arms with joy. My father picked me up, circled in a big circle and kissed me with his bearded face. His thick beard stuck to my little face, and I felt itchy and sweet.

Before that, I was filled with joy. Therefore, I am very much looking forward to my father's coming home.

Dad has a good way of doing everything. Things at home were broken, and he soon repaired them. Once, my toy car stopped running, and I couldn't let it go. I was in tears.

Dad said, "Don't cry, it will be all right soon." He went to the toolbox to get tools, tinkled, divided by three times five, and the toy car restarted.

I smile through tears. Looking at the sweat on my father's face, I wiped his sweat with a towel, and his father smiled with relief.

Some people say that dad loves me like a mountain. I think my father loves me like water. My father is so kind in my mind. He cares about me very much. I said from the bottom of my heart, "Dad, I love you. When I grow up, I will definitely honor you. " .

My father is a handsome boy with black hair, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a beard and a "general's belly", just like a calm general.

Dad has a good way of doing everything. Things at home were broken, and he soon repaired them. Once, my toy car stopped running, and I couldn't let it go. I was in tears. Dad said, "Don't cry, it will be all right soon." He went to the toolbox to get tools, tinkled, divided by three times five, and the toy car restarted. I smile through tears. Looking at the sweat on my father's face, I wiped his sweat with a towel, and his father smiled with relief.

There are four brothers and three sisters in our family, plus mom and dad. I am the youngest in my family, so I never remember my father when he was young. When I was a teenager, I saw a black-and-white photo of three or four inches, which had turned yellow. That is a handsome man in his thirties. He is my father. A long chiseled face is neat. Black hair backwards (very old-fashioned hairstyle), full forehead, black eyebrows and a little downward eyebrows, which may show your father's cowardice! Black and white eyes are a little sunken like foreigners, and their eyes are kind and not fierce at all. Below the high bridge of the nose is a bit thick but tangible lips. The only difference from now is that this face is clean and you can't see the stubble on it. Seeing this yellow old photo, I looked for the handsome impression of my father when he was young. I was surprised that my father was really a handsome man when he was young. I sigh, heavy life, economic poverty, family quarrels, mental unhappiness.

Coupled with the ruthless running of the rings of the years, this face was destroyed beyond recognition. Now my father is an old, black, wrinkled and bearded father. As far as I can remember, life at home was poor. After three days of quarreling, it was full of cold after the war, cold stoves in the morning (when my mother was angry, she would go on strike for a day or two), and it was cold and quiet (there was no sound at home). They came to the city alone and were introduced to get married. In order to take care of each other when they grow up, so many children have been born, but the economy is poor and the population is large. (My eldest brother gambles, and my second brother is terminally ill-leukemia), the family can't make ends meet, and the foreign debt has been paid for three or four years, which is the character of parents. Shouting, even breaking cups and lifting tables, are commonplace. Happy holidays to other people's beautiful women. My family is often full of dishes and bowls. I hate this birth environment, but I sympathize with them. After all, they are hardworking and kind. After all, they have suffered a lot for us.

. Father is diligent, and his meager salary can't meet the monthly household needs. Throughout the year, mom and dad carry water and dung, grow vegetables and brooms in some suburban wasteland to make up for their household needs; In the hot summer, the sun is like fire. My father used his mother's homemade wooden popsicle box and thick quilt, rode a 28-style bicycle and shouted "Popsicle, Popsicle" in the streets. The rest can't be sold is our drinks _ _ because in one afternoon, the popsicle almost melted; In autumn, my mother made cakes with flour, plus a big bamboo basket, and sat in the back seat of my father's big bike; The 40-square-meter house allocated by the factory is crowded with such a large family, and there are two big fat pigs in the corridor. Although it stinks, it is also a big income of my family. During the Chinese New Year, kill the fat pig and invite the butcher who killed the pig. There are really many people around who kill pigs! However, I don't think their efforts have brought us anything. Even a cold word or a warm word of "praise" is a kind of sarcasm in my opinion. Because there is always no money at home, we quarrel about money, worry about tuition when we start school, worry about new year's goods during the New Year, and worry about big brother.

The family is restless, noisy and noisy, and is often trapped in a gloomy cloud. Other people's parents are very laid-back, and their families are harmonious. They are more decent, cleaner and richer than us. Seeing other children carrying schoolbags, I want to have one. .. my father is weak. No matter whether he quarrels or others bully us, Carrie's injury when she comes back is another kind of injury: not asking indiscriminately, being scolded and being trained. Father's face is ugly, and his fear, anxiety and uneasiness can be seen. His teaching is, in our family, don't quarrel with others. Can't he hide if he can't afford to quarrel? _ _ So, I think I am lower than others in his cowardly character and handling affairs. I feel inferior in my heart, my ideal morning exercise is crazy or even gloomy, and I want to commit suicide. I don't know why I came into this world. I have stared helplessly at the lush pines and cypresses on the mountain several times, wanting to commit suicide, trying to be a straight pine tree like it, without worries, and there are many things I can't change. When it comes to my father, my mind is dull. I feel more heartache. I have been frugal all my life, but I have been poor and anxious all my life. I want to burn more paper money as a memorial to him. I hope there will be an afterlife, and he will have money in the afterlife. Stop worrying about money. I hope he can be happier and feel the happiness in the world.

5. a 600-word composition about my father's "I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you." It's not easy to understand you when you grow up ... time is slow and you won't be old.

I want to exchange your age with me ... Oh, you sing so well. Although I had a quarrel with my father just now, I couldn't help crying when I heard this song.

It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. My father's work is inseparable from computers. When I was a child, I often saw my father sitting next to a notebook after dinner. I asked my mother, "Mom, why should I play less when my father can play computer at will?" Dad is playing computer every night these days! It's not fair! I want to play too! ""Kiki, dad works on the computer, which is like you? Have so much time to play. "

"Hum! I don't believe it! Mom is eccentric! " I cried. Now, five years later, when I think about it, I feel quite ashamed-my father really works on the computer and doesn't finish until ten o'clock every night.

Take insignificant care. When I was nine years old, I didn't know how hard my father worked, so I formed a habit-before, when I was going to sleep, I would say good night to my family who had not slept yet; Later, I changed "good night" to "Don't work too late, I'm going to bed, good night". Father, I wonder if you realize it? I always try my best to give my father the best. I don't know if you remember. I think this kind of thing is very small, but it has happened countless times. You should remember, right? Countless nights, countless dinners, three people at the same table.

Countless times "eat more". You know I like to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried shrimps with melon, steamed eggs with patties and chopped tofu ... so, as long as you have them, you can put them in my bag immediately and say to me, "Eat more if you like."

I want to warm your palm as before. But you were not with me, and you were sent to Ankang by the breeze.

Time is slow, not to let you get old. I want to use my switch to make you stay forever.

Dad, what can I do for you? Little problem, take it.

Thank you for everything, supporting our home with your hands. Always try my best to give me the best.

Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up.

6. My father writes 600 words. My father is very clever. If he looks at any math problem and analyzes it for me, I will divide it by three times and five times.

My father is very humorous. He will tell me funny jokes and make me laugh every time. My father likes singing very much. He always hums a few songs when he goes to the toilet, enjoys himself when he eats, and often sings a few words. This is my father.

My father is obsessed with stocks, and my mother often says to him, "The stock market is risky, so you need to be cautious when buying stocks. You just want to play stocks, and stocks are gambling! " But my father just turned a deaf ear to my mother's words and kept buying stocks every time. Once, as soon as my father came home, he shouted to me, "Hurry up and help me turn on the TV. I want to watch the stock market program."

I am very dissatisfied with my father's sentence: "Dad, it's time to eat. Don't look, wait until you finish eating." I fried today's Chinese cabbage! ""after eating, it's over. "

After that, my father ran to the kitchen and brought a bowl of rice, beef, cabbage, fish and pork tongue. Father took this rich bowl of rice to the living room and ate it. I really can't do anything about my father. My father is very dedicated.

We were having lunch bowls when my father's cell phone rang. Father quickly turned on the phone, let out a cry and said goodbye to each other for a long time. Then put down the chopsticks and say to each other, "OK, I'll do it!" " "Then put on your shoes.

Mother anxiously said to her father, "Is it the work of the unit again?" Dad didn't answer. "Don't be hungry!" Mom told dad that dad rushed to work like a gust of wind.

My father is very clever. Last time, I couldn't write my homework, so I asked my father, "Dad, I can't write questions, you know?" Dad boasted, "Come on, your dad is so smart that he will know. Take a look. "

I went to my room, practiced my math class for my father, and then turned the topic over to my father. Dad looked at the topic carefully, but he must have read a word, and it was not as humorous as before.

After reading it for a long time, my father looked up and said to me, "In fact, you understand the meaning of this question, so just write it. I'll teach you. " Dad drew a little on the draft paper. I finally understand the meaning of this question, and I can write it. I was so happy that I praised my father for his cleverness.

This is my father, my favorite father.

7. A person (father) writes a composition of 600 words. My father is a person who scares me and likes me.

Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework.

Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up.

After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head.

I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible! Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable.

I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing. Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going.

Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once."

I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a good beating with all my strength.

I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.

Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut.

As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck, you are a fierce Donald Duck."

Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend.

I am both afraid of him and like him.

8. Respectable dad wrote a 600-word composition.

Dad runs around all day and seldom goes home. The honorable father wrote 600 words. He loves his job very much. He can give up his rest and go home to work, even regardless of his personal safety ... In May 2008, a devastating earthquake occurred in Sichuan. Dad volunteered to go to Yingxiu Town, the most dangerous earthquake zone in Sichuan. This is the day after the earthquake. Although the earthquake has passed, aftershocks of magnitude 6 or so continue to occur, there is no way out of the earthquake zone, and there are many on the road. He didn't tell his mother at first for fear that she would be worried about such poor conditions. This is her own guess. With her father's character, her mother knows better than anyone. At that time, the whole of China was shrouded in the fear and anxiety brought by the earthquake, and my mother and I were no exception. My mother advised my father to come back from Sichuan as soon as possible, but my father said to my mother, "I am needed here, and many children here have become orphans." All the people of China have extended a helping hand. You didn't come here. If you were you, you wouldn't watch your compatriots suffer, you would be a deserter. Dad persuaded mom. Dad stayed in Sichuan for more than ten days. He donated all his money, tents and quilts to the people in the disaster area. After coming back from Sichuan, my father touched my head and cried. He said to me, "Sophia Kao, you must cherish today's life and study hard. The people in the earthquake zone are too miserable. Those children who have lost their parents are so pitiful! "Dad took many precious photos. I understand why dad insisted on staying in Sichuan. There are so many children who have lost their loved ones who need help, and so many victims who have lost their loved ones who need comfort. During the Spring Festival holiday, my father once again gave up the opportunity to reunite with my mother and me and went to Sichuan. He said that he would go to see the people in the disaster area and see how the children in the disaster area spent the first Spring Festival after the disaster. There are more hearts to comfort. In this way, my father spent an unforgettable Spring Festival in Sichuan disaster area.