My father's composition in the sixth grade

No matter in school or in society, everyone has been exposed to composition. Through composition, we can gather our scattered thoughts together. I believe many friends are very upset about writing a composition. The following are six compositions of my father's sixth grade that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn and refer, I hope it will help you.

Father's sixth grade composition 1 Father is the person I admire most. He is responsible 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 they arrived at the hospital, the couple were anxious to register. Suddenly, because the situation was critical just now, they forgot to bring money, and they were as anxious as ants on hot bricks. Without saying anything, Dad took out 200 yuan from his pocket to help them register, and they were moved to say thank you. Fortunately, the child was out of danger in time. Finally, dad sent them home, and when they got off the bus, they said; "Eldest brother, that's very kind of you! We only have 50 yuan with us now. Finally, dad just said that they owed it first and then paid it back later. A few days later, the couple came to thank them: Thank you so much, kind people! There are not many good people like you now. You really have nothing to do! I'm just doing 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 is an ordinary worker. Growing up, my impression of my father was that he was a very busy man. He can only play with me every Saturday. I'm used to such days. But until one day, my mother told me that my father was injured at work and badly burned. Because the burn area was too large, finally, mom and dad went to Hefei for treatment. Because it is more than 100 kilometers from Hefei to Tongling, I seldom go to see them. male

The children seldom come to see me, and I can only be with them during the holidays.

There is a small bike in Hefei. My father rides a small bike to buy my favorite mutton noodles every morning. You know, that bowl of mutton instant noodles can only be bought far away, and it costs more than ten yuan! One day, I was eating mutton noodles when my mother suddenly whispered to me, "Chen Ran, do you know? Dad actually loves you more than anyone else. "

I looked puzzled and asked, "What's the matter? Why do you say this? "

"Your father gets up early every morning and runs all the way to buy you food. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Your father bought you the best food, but he couldn't bear to buy such good things, so he bought some fried dough sticks, steamed bread and some breakfast. Do you understand now? Dad is the person who loves you the most in the world. "

My mind suddenly flashed my father's face, his burnt scalp and his scary red face. Father's eyebrows were burnt out and there were many scars on his face. Dad is afraid of appearing in public and being called ugly. After leaving the hospital, my father didn't want to hold a parent-teacher meeting for me, because he was afraid that my classmates would laugh at me. I understand.

I know that in the eyes of others, my father is a terrible person, but in my heart, he will always be the most handsome and an angel to protect me. Because my father's heart is kinder, firmer and loves me more than the angel's! I love you forever, too, Dad!

Talking about dad, everyone has it. Today I will introduce my father to you.

My father is a railway worker. Maybe it has something to do with his career. He works hard all the year round, which makes his face very dark and his eyes sparkle under dark hair. Dad is 4 1 year old, and his height is 1.7 meters. Although he is a little short, he has great strength. My father is also very enthusiastic. Every time he entertained guests, he smiled and sent them away with a smile when they left. He smiled happily when he saw that the guests felt at home.

My father knows a stunt, that is, hand shadow. Dad's hand shadow sometimes runs like a fine horse on the grassland; Sometimes like a puppy, guarding the home; Sometimes, like a group of people, they talk about their home; Sometimes like a rocket, it flies into the sky; Sometimes he is alive and kicking like a kitten ... My family and I will laugh every time we see him, and my father has become my happy bean.

There is also chess, which I told you before, but I won't talk about it today.

Let's talk about badminton again He knows badminton well and knows how to play it well and how to make it hit the opponent's court. Today, I will tell you about it.

First of all, you must be patient when picking a low ball with your opponent. When he is impatient, you can take the opportunity to pick the high ball and smash it vigorously, so that he can't be prevented. Another trick is to serve, first serve a low ball, let him pick a high ball, and then you smash it hard.

This is my dad. My mother didn't know he was a generalist when she married him! I love my father.

My father is quite tall, neither fat nor thin, and his muscles make you admire. As soon as he got off work or had free time, he turned on the CD player, put down a CD and began to "run with the music".

Dad is so crazy about listening to music that our neighbors and I have to call him a "music enthusiast". The two cabinets in our hall are full of things. They are not daily necessities, toys or stationery. What is that? It's all CDs! As long as he has time, he will buy some CDs, even if it rains, it won't get his will wet.

Last time my dad listened to awesome music, I swept the floor with a broom. The music started. My father grabbed the broom from me and used it as a guitar. While playing, he learned music with his posture, humming lyrics. Stamping your feet, it is no exaggeration to say that the people below thought there was a magnitude 3 earthquake! At this moment, I burst out laughing.

After listening to this song, dad played the drums again. I'm nearby, and I just want to eat noodles with chopsticks. My father grabbed my chopsticks in one hand, one in his left hand and one in his right hand. Then I found dozens of cups and learned the rhythm of drumming in music. Then I eat noodles and hit those cups, one by one. Hey! Don't tell me, dad's blow is really good! After the fight, my father bowed and said, "Thank you, thank you!" " "

This is my "music enthusiast"-Dad, do you like it?

Father's sixth grade composition article 5 "Get up and play badminton, get up!" Since last summer vacation, my father "took the initiative": wake me up at 6: 00 10 every morning to play badminton, screaming and applying mosquito repellent toilet water on my feet. Because, I always use the excuse that I don't want to go because I'm afraid of insect bites and itching, and let him "block" my mouth in advance. "Good luck!"

Before I wake up every day, I am dragged up by him in a daze, staggered, "planted" with my eyes closed, picked up by him, put a cold wet towel on my face, and said "Wake up". Isn't it amazing? I complained, "I didn't sleep well last night. I'm exhausted!" " "But he seems normal. He didn't take me seriously. He picked up the ball and volleyball and grabbed the door. I pulled a long face and had to follow.

Start playing ball. The stadium is on the concrete aisle of the downstairs community. Dad is alive and kicking. But I'm still listless My eyes, nose, legs ... scratch and scratch, and my serve and catch are not in place. It's like throwing cold water on my father, so I was criticized by him as "passive resistance!" "

This is really "the dumb eats the coptis root-you can't tell the pain." Can't blame me at all, it's really lack of sleep-in a daze! How can we play to a normal level? Every time I wake up slowly in his "blowing my beard and glaring". I didn't get into shape until the end. But every time I play ball for only 30 minutes, at one o'clock, he urges me to go home and watch Lecture Room, and he rushes to the vegetable market to buy food. Hey! How unfair! How unfair!

What's more, I hit the ball to the porter twice this summer vacation, which is really disappointing! After playing for less than ten minutes, I went home despondently, making my father's face grow "bitter gourd". I dare not say a word, lest he scold me like a barrage. "Bad luck! I'm unlucky to meet such a fierce father! And that disappointing ball! " I sighed.

Strange to say, it's half done. My badminton skills have improved year by year. I'm not bragging. I have never met my opponent in class. Dad listened, but he "blew his own horn" and said, "How's it going? My set is called' practice in winter and practice in summer', and your progress has my credit! " Listen to this! Listen to this! My cruel father is still "complacent" and shows no sign of "turning over a new leaf". I gave him a merciless answer: "I'm impressed!" " "-"cruelty "in the best!

My father is an unemployed person. Although he has no job, he is very helpful.

One thing in my memory is fresh in my mind. One day, my father and I were walking home. I saw an old man begging on the road. I pulled my father's clothes and looked at the old man. My father wanted to understand my mind, so he gave me 10 yuan from his bag. I immediately ran to the old man with the money and put it in his bowl. At this time, passers-by saw this situation and immediately praised me. Some people even gave money to the old people. There's another thing in my memory. During the National Day holiday, my father took me to my grandmother's house to play. Then we came to Pingba to take a bus.

The car is driving, the car is driving on the road, and everyone is talking and laughing. After a while, the driver said to get off and check, when the car stopped on a slope. At first, everyone was still talking and laughing, but suddenly the car began to slide. Everyone panicked. Suddenly a familiar figure ran past me. "It's dad, it's dad," I shouted. Dad was sitting in the cab. When the car stopped, the driver ran over, shook his father's hand and said, "Thank you, but for you, I don't know what would have happened!" " "When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I told her about it. My grandmother said that I have a good father. This is my father who loves to help others. I want to say to my father, "Dad, Mom and I love you forever.