Write a fragment description composition about father.

1. Write my father's essay. My father is a book lover.

Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers.

I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang.

On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study.

I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing.

I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all.

My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. "

So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".

Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. In winter, I run in the street all day, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers are wet with heat.

Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft.

When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time.

Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I go home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up.

In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush.

I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it.

Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health.

He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study. Now, I have been a father for more than ten years.

When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too.

Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet.

Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old? In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline.

In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever.

I have a good father.

Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.

Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".

Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. In winter, I run in the street all day, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers are wet with heat. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time. Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I go home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.

Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too. Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet. Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old?

In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever.

3. Looking at my father, he always seems so tall; Looking at my father, his shoulders always look so safe; Looking at my father, his face always seems so kind; Looking at my father ... I don't know since when, it has become a habit for me to look up at my father.

When I was a child, I was my father's sidekick. I was very active at that time, and I couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know playing with my father, holding his wide and warm hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and unwilling to let go.

Two round eyes looked at his father's back from time to time. Although my father is not very tall and straight, even a little stout, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength.

Looking up at my father's back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt my confidence doubled and even my head was lifted unconsciously.

The calendar at home was torn off page by page and replaced with one after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made a number of friends of my own. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father.

Looking up, I found my father. I learned to be like a child, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be-he was old! At that time, my father's body, which has always been tall and straight in my memory, has long been slightly hunched over by the burden of life, and his back, which has always been full of confidence, has also been smoothed over by trivial matters in life, making him look slightly hunched over.

When he passed me, he reminded me of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? Those are a pair of hands that make me completely strange.

The shocking blue veins on my hand beat my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm shook my soul. Yes, I am growing up and my father is getting old.

My eyes are moist and my nose is sour. My father bought me everything with his love, his health and everything today, but he never complained.

We had some rebellions in adolescence, which made the two generations have more generation gaps and hardly had time to talk to him. But my father is working hard for us silently, and his back is a little lonely. Maybe he didn't expect anything. Seeing my growth, he was comforted by his inexpressibility. This is his happiest thing.

As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if I talk to him, I always say I have no time. Looking up at my father again, I know that my father's devotion and love to me are worth looking up to and returning with my life. In my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can surpass.

4. Piece of composition about fatherly love, although my father is very strict with me at ordinary times. But I know how much my father loves me. Dad's love is selfless and great.

One winter, it snowed heavily and I got pneumonia. My parents hugged me and ran to the hospital step by step. When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor handed his father a big iron plate and said, "Put the iron plate in your arms to cover the heat, and use it when the child takes a chest film later." Without saying anything, dad lifted his clothes and put the iron plate on his chest. Mom quickly stopped and said, "Sandwich vest." Dad said, "It's okay. I just hold it. Children should not freeze for a while. " It was so cold in winter that my father did not hesitate to put the iron plate directly on his chest. As soon as he put it on, his body trembled with cold, but he just frowned and made no sound.

That was when I was a kid. Up to now, whenever I think of tears, I will turn around in my eyes. But I will learn from my father's strength and not shed tears, turn the love my father gave me into a driving force for learning, repay my parents with excellent results, and repay their parenting kindness.

If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountains of father's love.

The paragraph describing his father has 300 words. His bronze face hides his implicit joy of harvest. The wrinkles on his forehead attest to his weather-beaten. A pair of muddy eyes are deeply immersed in yellow eyes, far and deep.

The big flat nose reminds people that he used to be big and strong. Slightly open mouth, expressing a simple smile. The upper lip is dry and black, and you can hardly see it. The white cracked lower lip tells us that he may have just harvested from the field.

A pair of powerful big hands are holding a bowl of gruel, and the afterglow of the sunset is spreading in the bowl. Long-term physical labor has made his hands thick, and his shriveled and prominent phalanges are like hills. His forefinger is wrapped with a piece of gauze, and there are still black dirt marks on his fingers and nails, perhaps with a touch of wheat fragrance.

-Chen Shuang, this is the father of an old farmer. The mud mark on his finger told us that he had just put down his hoe. The fiery sunset dyed the whole sky red. After a hard day, he carried a bowl of water reflected by the sunset.

Yes, we can imagine his thirst from his chapped lips. A faint smile can also be detected on the tired face: 32313133532363134313635358685e58685e5aeb93133333334/kloc. Maybe both! His head was wrapped in a white sweat towel, and he couldn't help thinking that there might be a leaf cigarette hidden in it, or a bamboo cigarette rod behind his ear.

His forehead, canthus and face are covered with cobweb-like wrinkles, engraved with the hardships and hardships of his life. Deep-set eyes contain his simple feelings. Is it aftertaste or longing? -He Huan looked at this face and was shocked.

A kind of acidity comes to mind, is it sad or moved? None of them seem to be right. What face is this! I don't know how many times the dark skin has been exposed to the sun, and the criss-crossing wrinkles are full of vicissitudes.

The deep-set eyes under the high brow bone seem to be looking at the distance. Are they expecting anything? His lips slightly open, is it a sigh or a tired smile? The corners of the mouth are short of white saliva foam because they have not been moistened by water for a long time, and the lower lip has a dark green lump because of dryness, which makes me feel thirsty. The bowl of sugar water cooled for him may relieve the fatigue of the day.

A piece of white cloth wrapped around the forefinger, perhaps a knife mark or a blister ground by a hoe, did not weaken the strength and strength shown by those hands at all, as if it could hold up the whole sky, yes! He bears the burden of the whole family. -Du's face, a face depicting vicissitudes and hardships, shows incomparable perseverance and tenacity.

Deep eyes reveal happiness and tenacity. Wrinkles record the vicissitudes of the past years, and the big nose "stands" on the face, just like an unstoppable mountain peak.

There are traces of the sun on the small white lips. His thick, dry hands covered with dirt are telling about his hard work and endurance.

It is these hands that have created the present prosperity, and it is these hands that have created this beautiful world. Isn't this bowl of herbal tea the best testimony of his happiness now? He created his own sweetness with his strong personality. Although he is skinny, he shows the height of China people, not appearance, but indomitable spirit. Although they experienced the most bitter time, you see: their faces are filled with happy smiles! -Huang Jing, a pair of frustrated eyes, seems to have lost their luster on that flabby, shiny and wrinkled face.

Under the high bridge of the nose, a pair of nose wings are particularly big. Purple lips seem to have merged with bronzed face, so I can't tell if they are lips.

From a distance, the wrinkles on his forehead look like a dry river bed, and it is conceivable how heavy his living burden is. Then you can see that he is carrying a bowl of water as rough as pine bark, as if to hand it to someone.

-Liu Lu This is an old and haggard face. His dark skin shows that he is a diligent person. He worked on the land all his life, devoted himself to others all his life, but never took anything. Always give a lot to others, but ask little of others.

The white coat lacks dark yellow, which shows the simplicity and hardship of life. Time is ruthless, gouging out a gully on his face.

His sunken eyes reveal his kindness, and his nose is big ... Wang Feiyue.

6. To describe the fragment of fatherly love, it is often said that fatherly love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature. When I was a child, my father was a symbol of severity. My father really wants to help me get rid of all my bad habits. Father often said, "You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly.". Now I will finish reading this touching article "Father" with tears in my eyes. This story is cruel: 1948, a father took his daughter. The ship suddenly rocked violently, and my father accidentally fell down. The knife went into his chest and my daughter screamed with fear. Father smiled and said, "Nothing, just a fall. "Then he got up slowly and wiped the blood on the knife with his thumb unnoticed. For the next three days, my father still put his daughter to bed every night and tied a bow to her in the morning, but he was weaker every minute than the previous one. On the eve of the ship's arrival in America, the father said to his daughter, "Please tell mom that I love her." The daughter asked inexplicably, "Why don't you say it yourself?" He smiled. When the boat arrived in Hong Kong, my daughter recognized her mother at a glance and shouted, "Mom!" " "At this time, there was a loud scream around. When the daughter turned around, she saw her father fall on his back and his chest was covered with blood. . . . . . A great father died so tragically. Father protects his daughter by prolonging his life. He created a miracle of life for three days, and his only strength was his father's love. Although the knife pierced his heart accurately, he stubbornly lived for his daughter for three more days! The father did his duty to protect his daughter before his death and died without regret. Poverty inherits the wind! Every father has his own way to express his love for his children, which is silent, vigorous, meticulous and caring, but all of them express a kind of love that can touch the world-fatherly love. Maybe you think that your father is busy at work and doesn't care enough about you, but who can deny that his father expressed his father's love with silent care? Maybe you think your father is too wordy and asks questions every day, but who can say that his father doesn't care about you in every way? The answer is: no one can! You can say the story is dramatic, but the deep love is true. I think it's good to play' ~'. You should be able to use''''

7. Children are like seedlings, and fathers love like drizzle. Sprinkle drizzle on the seedlings and let them absorb the rain and dew, so that the seedlings can thrive. After absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the seedlings will grow into towering trees.

I am about to enter junior high school, and my homework is heavy. Finish your homework on time, and don't finish it until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table.

My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice.

I turned off the light and went to bed immediately. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What is wrong with me doing this? " Just a little procrastination. What's the matter? Can you blame me? "This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable.

My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken.

I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that. But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket.

At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "

Two letters later, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm!"

He left me another note: son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, as long as you feel right, just do it!

I deeply felt my father's love and care for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my father would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and gently calling back my hesitant steps; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my father would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my father is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. ...