My father's composition on traditional virtues.

My black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. My face is a little black, but my eyes are bright. That's my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.

When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father. Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!

The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while. Mom looked at dad's playful look and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" !

""Ha ha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously.

A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games!

I really want to have fun. It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "stubborn old man!" "

"I didn't expect my father to never come back after he left, so I had to go to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full of sweat. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, so I have to say, "Dad, go to sleep quickly." I went to bed.

However, I can't sleep for a long time. The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material.

I'm proud that I have a conscientious "child's play" father.

My father

My father has regular facial features and black hair. His small nose looks the same as mine. There is a mouth bigger than mine under the nose. The mouth that eats is faster than our running speed. Dad has two characteristics. Let me tell us something about it.

The first characteristic-love eating out. Usually, even if there is nothing outside, sometimes, when meals are cooked at home, they say they go out to eat. Tell me more about that time. That night, my dad was having a party with friends, and I went. When I saw that after dinner, I chatted in two directions. It's not good for everyone to talk together. My dad won't allow me to say a word. I told my dad, "It's not fun here. I want to go home. " Dad didn't send me home. I whispered to my father, "I want to go home, dad." So you are willing to take me home. Look, this is the real dad.

The second feature-love to eat fruit. He usually eats fruits no matter how spicy, sour, bitter, sweet and unpalatable, which are delicious in his eyes. He has no money to buy pomegranate. He asked my mother to give me fifty dollars to buy pomegranates, and he took me to buy them. He didn't know whether they were sweet or not, so he only picked a few. When I get home, I want to "kill"; I took a bite and spit out my tongue. I couldn't help crying. "Why is it so sour and not sweet at all? Is it pomegranate? " Dad smiled and said narcissistically, "It's very sweet." I jumped over and grabbed my father's pomegranate and took a bite. Yeah, not bad. I thought to myself: is it true that dad only chooses the sweet ones for himself, or can he really choose any sweet one? Then he didn't know that what he was holding was sweet? Finally, I tasted all the pomegranates, and none of them were sweet. Dad is really, just choose a sweet one, and the rest are sour, so that we can't finish eating and then "take it for ourselves".

Look, that's what my dad is. He is like a playmate.

My father

If someone asks me who my favorite person is? Then my father deserved it. Because with him, happiness will always accompany me, and all my troubles will disappear.

Just say get up in the morning. Although I am dressed, I am still in a daze and always want to sleep. Dad came over with a smile, pulled me out of bed and said with a smile, "What, do you still want to be the head of the quilt?" Just whip your lazy muscles. "He tickled me, and I smiled. I patted my father on the back and scolded him with a smile:" You are so bad, you are so bad. " At this time, my father had a hearty laugh.

At noon, when Dad comes home, the first sentence will be "Is Tingting back?" As soon as you see me, you will put your hands behind your back, walk up the stage steps in Beijing opera and say to me with a smile in Beijing dialect, "I'm starving, come and eat with me." So we ate happily.

In the afternoon, when I came home with a heavy schoolbag on my back, I felt tired and annoyed. But when I opened the door, I found my father waiting for me at the door. When I came back, he took my schoolbag in one hand, put his feet together, lowered his head and said to me like a Japanese, "Thank you!" " Then he looked up and looked at me stupidly. I was amused by his appearance, and my troubles had already gone to the cloud nine. I can't help but jump into my father's arms, hug his neck and whisper in his ear, "Dad, you are so kind!" " "

This is my father, who gave me a happy life.

My father

My father is the person I admire most. He has a new responsibility for everything and never escapes from reality. My father is a taxi driver, always ready to help others, kind and honest. Once, a couple's son got an acute illness and needed to see a doctor at once, so he called his father and said he would take them to the hospital. When he arrived at the hospital, the couple were anxious to register. Suddenly, because the situation was critical just now, they forgot to bring money. They took out 200 yuan from their pockets to help them register and said thank you. Fortunately, the children were out of danger in time. Finally, when their father took them home and got off the bus, they said; "Eldest brother, that's very kind of you! We only have 50 yuan with us now. Finally, my father just said that they owed it first and then paid it back later. A few days later, the couple came to thank you: thank you so much, kind man! If ... there are not many good people like you now, ............................................................................................................................................................, I'm just trying my best. Besides, helping others is the foundation of happiness. This is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Dad said with a smile.

Good sentence "This is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation"! This is really something I should learn.

My father

My life is full of sunshine, because I get a lot of cherished love, and what I want to repay most is my father's love as soon as possible.

How can I repay my father who raised me? Is it money, honor, or something else? But I think I want to repay my father's love for me by giving him a small gift on his birthday and taking care of him when he is ill. Is this filial piety?

My father has worked hard for more than twenty years. What are they doing? I know that every father in the world is eager to have a successful child and a successful daughter. In their eyes, we are their good children only if we know how to study hard, so what I can do now is to study hard, study hard again and repay my father with our best academic achievements.

Over time, I found many white hairs in my father's messy hair and wrinkles on his pale face, so I wanted to repay him more eagerly and share some responsibilities for my father. I know that my father loves me more or studies. It is very unpleasant to watch my father busy from morning till night every day. I can't do anything for my father, I can only do some small things that I can, because I lost my mother's and father's books for me to study at an early age, went out to find money, and left me alone at home. I often cook for my father and wait for him to come back. In order to reduce his burden, I always wear a hard and black face for me because of my father. From that moment on, I have been helping my father whenever he comes home from work tired. I'll bring him water to cook. In short, I just want to do my filial piety and share some things for my father so that he can have more rest time. More good times.

Dad, I want to tell you that you are the greatest in the world. I know that everything you do is for me to live a better life when I grow up. Have a meaningful and wonderful life.