A composition describing the actions of father's love

1. A composition that reflects father’s love must have action, language, and description of appearance

Feeling about father’s love

The depressing last lesson, Along with the teacher's constant voice and the continuous thunder in the air, it went on depressingly.

The leader looked out the window, and the heavy rain was mercilessly destroying the earth. The noisy crashing sound disturbed the hearts of the classmates, and the students' whispers rang in their ears - they were afraid of heavy rain!

As time passed by, I was sitting on pins and needles. Looking at the various cars, vans, and motorcycles at the school gate... I was very anxious and hoped that my father would not come!

I can’t remember clearly what the teacher said on the podium. In fact, I couldn’t listen at all. I looked out the window again. Fortunately, my father didn’t come. I breathed a long sigh of relief...

The fatal bell rang. I picked up my schoolbag and rushed out of the classroom quickly, diving into the vast rain curtain. middle. The rain poured down on me quickly from above my head, but I was very glad that my father did not come. Looking back at the school gate, the students got into the warm and spacious carriage one by one. The sound of the motor gradually overshadowed my thoughts...

"Son!" A sound of thunder brought me out of my "dream" I woke up with a start, this familiar voice... No! Follow the sound and your father is here! He held an old umbrella in his hand and supported an old bicycle. The rust on the bicycle was as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He had a smile on his face, and although he was very kind, I felt uncomfortable.

"Dad is late. I'm sorry. Bring your umbrella quickly. Dad will take you home." He said slowly.

As cars passed by one after another, I felt that the classmates in the cars must be looking at the aging man and the old bicycle with contempt. I felt a hot burning pain on my face...

He seemed to know something. He took out a worn five-yuan note from his arms and handed it to me carefully, "I still have it." You have to go beforehand, you can take the bus home." After saying that, he slowly got on the rain-watered bicycle and pedaled hard, accompanied by the sound of "creak, creak", my father said. Slowly left me; my father's rickety and thin back gradually became blurred in the vast rain curtain.

My face was so hot that I lowered my head and suddenly saw that where my father had stood, there were only dense raindrops and two smoking cigarette butts. I knew that my father was. I have never smoked...

A wave of heat suddenly surged into my heart, my nose became sore, and tears flowed down. Some people say that holding your breath can prevent tears from flowing out, but I couldn't hold back my tears and my eyes were blurred. He is my father. Being humble cannot change the deep love between father and son!

"Wait for me -" I shouted, ran, and quickly caught up with my father, hugging him tightly with tears in his eyes...

1 Under a faded umbrella, two fiery hearts melted the coldness of the rainstorm; on a dilapidated bicycle, the most beautiful and truest laughter in the world flew out... 2. A 300-word essay describing the father's movements

My father People often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not entirely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water.

My father is a man of culture and high moral character. Although he is not as rich as other parents, his contribution to me is definitely no worse than other children, or even better than them. Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying.

He is usually very busy with work, but no matter what, he insists on asking me about my studies and life every day. As long as I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to tutor me. From school to now, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said: "No matter how busy I am, my children are always the first thing I consider."

Every weekend, I go to where my father works.

Sometimes, when I went there, I saw him working and couldn't bear to disturb him, so I just watched from the side. Seeing my father getting older, with a trace of gray hair on his temples, I couldn't help crying again.

Seeing that body getting smaller and smaller day by day, my heart is extremely painful. I remembered how my father endured it back then.

And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible.

He is my good teacher in study, and he is my good friend in life. If I did something wrong, his first reaction was not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly.

No matter what I did wrong, he would educate me after discovering the problem himself. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me.

But I don’t hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray. I'm proud of my father.

He pays great attention to image in his life. So his clothes are very neat.

He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality." More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened.

I also know very well that no one in my life can replace his position in my life. Father, don't worry, I will definitely live up to your high expectations.

Even when I grow up, I still clearly remember the way home. 1. Lingling is less than two years old and chubby.

On the rosy little face, there is a pair of watery glasses. The pigtails are sticking up to the sky, and the pink hairband is bouncing on the head, like two flying colorful butterflies.

What is particularly cute is her clever little mouth. 2. It seems that Teacher Du is in his 30s. He wears a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses on his serious rectangular face. His two small eyes are shining brightly behind the lenses; the corners of his mouth are always tightly closed. I don't like to talk much at ordinary times.

In my memory, it seems that he only wears a pair of blue clothes that are not old, and his sleeves always like to be rolled up. Whenever get out of class was over, he would put the book under his arm and put the remaining half of chalk in his pocket. He lowered his head, like the footprints when he found it, slowly, step by step. Walked towards his office.

However, in class, he seemed to become another person. He spoke non-stop when he lectured, and his voice was extremely loud when he read the text. Sometimes his face would glow red with excitement, and he would step forward to the podium and wave his arms... all the students' attention was attracted to him. , looking at him with wide eyes.

3. This old man’s eyebrows and beard are all gray. But his face was still purple and he looked full of energy.

He was wearing a brand new blue cotton jacket and trousers, with a snow-white towel wrapped around his head. The old man squatted on the ground, smoking a dry cigarette happily.

4. On his thin, tanned face, there is a pair of slightly sunken, large, double-lidded eyes; his eyebrows are thin and slanted; his black and yellow hair is tied into two short sections with strips of calico. Braids; clothes are very old; there is a pin in the hole in the right trouser leg; I go barefoot in spring, summer and autumn, only when I go up the mountain to grab firewood, I wear a pair of shoes for fear of puncturing my feet, but I take them off when I get down the mountain. . 5. This is a young man in his thirties.

Wearing a military cotton coat and high leather boots. He is tall, square-faced and very burly.

There is a black mole on the chin, and the eyes shine brightly in the dark, making people feel rough and shrewd. 6. Li Yun is a smart and arrogant child.

On his chubby face, there is a pair of big naughty eyes. The eyelids are flickering. As long as those two big black gem-like eyes are turned, the evil ideas will come. On his dark face, whether it is the bulging cheeks, the thin lips, or the slightly raised tip of the nose, they all make you feel funny and cute.

7. This old man wore a broken straw hat on his head, and the hair exposed outside the brim of the hat was already gray. There is a gray-but-yellow coat draped over his shoulders.

The whole back was black and shiny, as if it had been coated with a layer of oil. The lower trouser legs were rolled up past the knees, and the hairy calves were covered with countless knots, large and small, connected by high bulging blood vessels.

There are no shoes on the feet, and the old leather on the soles is probably as thick as a finger... There is a dry cigarette pouch on the waist, and the cigarette pouch is hung on the waist, swinging on both sides like a pendulum. 8. On New Year's Eve, her son and grandson came to her. The wrinkles on her face were stretched out, like blooming chrysanthemum petals, and every wrinkle was filled with smiles.

One day, her wife fell ill. The bead-like wrinkles on her face deepened, and the knots formed by her two eyebrows locked together. She looked at the portrait of her wife, her lips trembling slightly, and there were strings of tears flowing in the wrinkles like knife carvings.

9. The daughter looks like her mother, especially her eyes. The white eyes are like duck egg white, the black eyes are like chess pieces, they look like clear water when they are focused, and they look like stars when they flicker.

The whole body, the head is the head, the feet are the feet. Her hair is slippery and her clothes are neatly styled.

Attached is "How to Write a Good Description of a Character's Appearance". The description of a character's appearance is an important part of character description. A good description of a character's appearance can often make the character come alive and leave a deep impression on the reader. The appearance of a character mainly includes the person's appearance, posture, clothing, expression, demeanor, etc.

The description of a person's appearance is also called portrait description, which is to accurately, vividly and vividly describe the appearance and characteristics of the character, and convey the spirit through the description of the appearance, revealing the character's ideological quality, spiritual outlook and personality to the readers. Character traits. How can you write a good description of a character’s appearance? We might as well start from the following three aspects.

1. Appearance description must be “accurate”. Accuracy means accurately describing the character's appearance, so that the character's image will be real and credible.

A person's appearance is often affected by his or her identity, occupation, age, upbringing, habits, and life experiences. 3. Actions that express father's love

There are countless actions that can represent father's love. But in my heart, the only action that can explain the full meaning of father's love is the action that is full of power and father's love. A few putts. I still remember that it was an autumn day and my dad and I were out riding. On the road, I saw a man who didn’t seem to know how to park his car. My warm-hearted dad decided to help him without hesitation. I taught him a series of moves. But my enthusiastic father found that he was still not very proficient, so he decided to let him try it on his own. By coincidence, I was standing behind the car at this time. Suddenly, the car sped backwards. When my father saw the momentum, No, he immediately ran towards me like a fly without any hesitation or hesitation. His speed was faster than lightning. At this time, I was stunned and at a loss. I saw the car rushing towards me like a tiger. I rushed towards me. Soon after, my father was already in front of me. I saw him using all his strength to push me hard with his big hand with protruding veins. At this moment, I reacted Come over, but I haven't left the danger zone yet. Dad frowned, and there was no time to waste. He ran forward again and pushed with all his strength. As I flew out, I also shouted with all my strength: "Dad, hurry up." "Run!" Soon enough, just when the car was about to hit Dad, Dad jumped out, but his foot was twisted. However, he didn't take care of himself, but couldn't wait to ask me. : "Are you injured? Just be fine!" I stared at the big beads of sweat on my father's forehead. I couldn't help but feel the moistening of my eyes. He just remained silent. Then, he asked the man again about his legs. I didn't even take a second glance. At this moment, a fallen leaf floated on my head. I thought, parents are just like this fallen leaf. They would rather sacrifice themselves for the sake of their children. A warm current filled my heart... ,,. 4. When writing an essay about father’s love, there must be action

Please adopt my question: Father’s love is like a song. I am a little bird, and my father’s love is the sky. I fly in the sky of my father’s love. Caring.

I am a little fish, and my father’s love is the ocean. I swim in the warmth of my father’s love. My dad is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest dad in the world.

I remember one severe winter, I didn’t wear a cotton-padded jacket when I went to school. The cold made me shiver. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, I heard Wu Weiwei say: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, and said, "Come on, put it on."

I put on my cotton-padded jacket, and my body felt warm, and my heart felt even warmer. My father said, "You have to be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded vigorously.

When I got home, my mother heard that I was missing a cotton-padded jacket to go to school. She scolded me severely and was about to beat me. My father came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible. Forget it." I looked at my father gratefully, and my father taught me tolerance.

Another time, I got into trouble outside and irritated my mother. My mother’s criticism made me blush and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw me, he hurriedly wiped away my tears, reasoned with me, and said to my mother: "Beating and scolding children is not the best way to educate them. You must reason with them.

After all, they are still children. "Dad taught me a lot of truths, which made me admit my mistake with sincerity.

As I grow up day by day, I know how to be grateful to my parents. I would give my parents a cup of hot tea when they were tired; after dinner, my parents would take a rest and I would wash the dishes.

I have a good father who lets me know what love is. I grow in love, and a lamp of gratitude lights up in my heart, illuminating my path in life! Father, I remember you told me a few days ago that a 15-year-old girl was buried in the rubble. The girl's father spent 11 hours alone to rescue the girl. After the girl was rescued, she hugged her father tightly.

The first thing he said was: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, the father and daughter had a quarrel, so... After hearing this I was shocked and moved by the story, and a feeling of gratitude surged into my heart.

Remember: When I was one year old, you held me and told me stories. I repaid you by smiling happily in my sleep.

When I was two years old, the first word I spoke was: "Light". You were extremely excited. I repay you by saying "light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, supported me, and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my staggering steps, and smiled happily.

I repay you by practicing repeatedly and finally learned to walk. When I was four years old, I was afraid of taking medicine.

That time, because you didn’t take medicine, you beat me, and your fingerprints were on my ***. I cried so sadly. You felt distressed and bought a Transformers for me.

I repaid you by smiling happily, but I didn’t talk to you for a long time. When I was five years old, I went to a kindergarten class.

You took me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be united and friendly with the children." I repaid you by being often praised by the teacher and saying that I was very obedient.

When I was seven years old, I entered the first grade of elementary school. You asked me to go to school by myself and told me to study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can’t keep up, but I will review with you.

I repay you by always wanting to escape from reviewing and always wanting to play. A father's love is like a mountain, and his daughter is the grass in the mountain; a father's love is like the sea, and his daughter is the fish in the sea.

People say: "Mother's love is selfless, and father's love is silent." Maybe many people, like me, deeply appreciate maternal love, but ignore the silent father's love.

Gratitude is a familiar word, but it is not a popular topic. With a grateful heart, thank those who are kind to you.

My mother is indeed great. With a small movement, my mother can notice something strange, and it is my mother who is remembered in my heart. My father always dedicated himself silently, but he would not say how great or miraculous he was.

What I usually see and feel is that your mother cares about you very much, but your father always doesn't pay attention to you, but who knows? My father has already taken this matter to heart. I have read a story, the content of which is this: A boy went home because his ankle was sprained.

On the way, several friends saw him off. Just when he was about to reach the door, his father came out and said he had something to do and wanted to go out. Said to the boy: "Remember to take the medicine, I'll go out."

Then he left. The boy cried and said that his father was indifferent to him and did not care about him.

However, none of them saw that at that corner, the father's eyes stayed on his son and watched him go home... Love is a responsibility, gratitude is a kind of wisdom, and human beings have always believed in it since ancient times. You will be grateful, and gratitude is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Those who are kind to you should not forget them, even if they are lighter than a feather.

What’s more, what about the great fertility and nurturing feelings of father’s love and mother’s love? The setting sun was like blood, and the father's back, stretched by the setting sun, looked much older. I spent twelve springs, summers, autumns and winters without discovering this.

Now, after seeing this, I cried. I didn’t know that in the past twelve years, my father had always been running and busy for me. Even when you get old, your children may not treat their father like this again.

When I was a child, my parents stood up to me when I was making trouble. After such hard work and hard work, how could an outsider take such good care of you? If one day you lose two people who take such great care of you, gratitude will definitely come to your mind, and you will regret that you never cared about your parents.

So, from now on, gratitude will be a part of my life, an indispensable topic, and a reminder that cannot make my parents tired. Father's love is also selfless! Also priceless! Because father's love is not as big as a mountain, but far exceeds all mountains... I am a little bird, and father's love is the sky, and I fly in the care of father's love.

I am a little fish, and my father’s love is the ocean. I swim in the warmth of my father’s love. My dad is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest dad in the world.

I remember one severe winter, I didn’t wear a cotton-padded jacket when I went to school. The cold made me shiver. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, I heard Wu Weiwei say: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, and said, "Come on, put it on."

I put on my cotton-padded jacket, and my body felt warm, and my heart felt even warmer. My father said, "You have to be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded vigorously.

When I got home, my mother heard that I had worn less clothes for school.

5. The composition of "Father's Love" includes descriptions of appearance, language, movement, psychology, and demeanor

Uncontrollable Tears One morning in the middle of summer last year, we were in class. A sudden knock on the door caught the eyes of the students. Leading to the door. When the teacher opened the door, I was surprised to find that it was my dad? ! I couldn't help but feel nervous. The teacher nodded repeatedly while listening to what my father said. Then he walked gently to me and said, "Your father came to ask for leave and said there is an emergency at home. You go! Be careful along the way." When we got to the school gate, the car was at the door, and my mother was also in the car. The car quickly drove out of the city. I was confused and asked my father where he was going. Dad said seriously: "There was an accident in grandma's town. We don't know the details yet." Along the way, dad asked the driver several times to drive faster. The car stopped before it reached the door of grandma's house. We got out of the car. What we saw in front of us stunned us. Only half of the arch bridge we passed to grandma's house was left, and people were coming and going on the temporary wooden bridge. The river that bisected the town was filled with deep water. There were some houses on both sides of the river. Staggering around, some places collapsed. Some residents were fishing for things floating on the river. There were faint sounds of crying from both sides of the river bank. I didn't have time to think about what happened here, so I hurriedly followed my parents to the place. We walked to grandma's house. When we arrived at grandma's house, grandma walked up to her and said, "You guys are here. I almost didn't see you." Grandma continued, "It rained heavily for more than half an hour yesterday evening, and flash floods came down, which destroyed this place." In the past few years, the construction waste that had been dumped into the river from those who had built houses randomly on both sides of the river washed down and blocked the bridge opening. The water rose and entered the houses on the bank. All the houses on the lower parts were flooded. Dozens of people were injured. They drowned alive. Some bodies have not been found yet." Speaking of this, grandma cried. I also felt my nose was sore... In the afternoon, my father took me to visit relatives. There was only one topic in each family: "This is all caused by occupying the river. "Disasters". People everywhere are condemning those actions that destroy rivers. Those who live on the river bank and have suffered heavy losses, some stare blankly at the water that has not receded, and some beat their chests and regrets... Under the sunset, mom and dad Taking grandma back to the city. When leaving the town, grandma looked back three times. We stood on the half-destroyed bridge. What we saw was no longer the weeping willows by the river and the smoke curling up from the town. We no longer heard that The returning old cow was singing at dusk. The faces of the little friends I played with when I was a child, Xiangxiang, Cun'er, and the most naughty Gahu'er, who were washed away by the flood, became clearer and clearer in my mind... The car started, I covered my face and cried loudly... 6. Fragments describing father’s actions

After my father heard me calling him, he slowly turned his head, and then showed a slight smile on his kind face, which was a response to me. He rubbed it again and squatted down again, staring into the distance. I only heard a crisp "bah, bah" sound.

It was a dark evening and the wind was blowing outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started packing my schoolbag and getting ready to go home. "Crack--", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain came. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed in Eyes are dad and mom, but both of them only have one umbrella in their hands. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, so we didn't bring any umbrellas. "Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too hard. If we take one together, both of us will get wet. I'll give Shihao this umbrella," Dad said hurriedly, holding out the umbrella. "Dad and I will have a fight." As I said that, I jumped under my dad's umbrella. My dad held the umbrella in one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the mist. I felt so happy at that moment. So Happy 7. Describe the actions of father's love

One day, my younger brother's foot was cut by a sharp stone during an outing. After being bandaged at the hospital, several classmates sent him home.

My younger brother met his father in an alley near his home. So he crossed his bandaged feet and showed them to his father while crying and complaining, fully expecting to receive some sympathy and love. Unexpectedly, his father did not comfort him, but simply explained a few words and left on his own.

My brother was very sad, wronged and angry.

He felt that his father "didn't care at all" about him. When he was complaining, a classmate smiled and persuaded: "Don't be angry, most dads are like this. In fact, he loves you very much, but he is not good at expressing it. If you don't believe me, wait until your dad comes to the front. When you turn a corner, he will definitely look back at you." The younger brother was dubious, and the other students were also very interested. So they stopped in unison and stood watching their father's retreating back.

Dad still walked forward step by step with determination, as if nothing would make him look back... But when he reached the corner, the moment he turned sideways, he quietly turned back as if by accident. He turned around and glanced at his brother and the others quickly before disappearing behind the corner.

Although all this only happened in a moment, it moved everyone present, and tears were still shining in his brother's eyes. When my brother told me this, I felt like crying. I have been looking for an action that can represent father's love for a long time, and now I finally found it, that is - turning back around the corner 8. How to write a 300-word essay on my father's psychology that describes language, action and psychology

My father is often said to be as loving as a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not entirely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water. My father is a man of culture and high moral character, although he is not Although he is as rich as other parents, his contribution to me is definitely no worse than other children, or even better than them. Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying. He is usually very busy at work, but no matter what, he persists every day He greets me about my study and life. As long as I have problems in my study, he will take time out of his busy schedule to tutor me. From school to now, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said: "No matter what No matter how busy I am, my children are always the first thing I consider.” Every weekend, I go to where my father works. Sometimes, when I go there, I see him working and I can’t bear to disturb him, so I just watch and watch. Looking at my father, who was getting older, and there was a trace of white hair on his temples, I couldn't help but cry again. Seeing that his body became smaller and smaller day by day, my heart was extremely painful. I remembered how my father endured it back then. . And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. Since I was sensible, my father has been an indispensable part of my life. In terms of study, he is my good teacher. In terms of life, he is He is my good friend. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I do wrong, he will find out the problem from himself and then educate me. . He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don’t hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray. I am proud of my father. He pays great attention to image in life, so he His clothes are very neat. He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality." More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know very well that in my life, there is no Who can replace his position in my life? Father, don’t worry, I will definitely live up to your expectations. When I grow up, I will still clearly remember the way home.