You can write through your father's concern for you.
Or my father's behavior.
The following examples are for reference.
[Problem solving process]
Father hunched his back on the hillside and worked hard. The afterglow of the sunset dragged his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father stood up with a hoe polished by himself. Looking at the distance, my father looks so old. His face was weathered by the sun and rain, and it was wrinkled like old bark after a long drought. I can't forget my parents' kindness The years passed relentlessly, with no intention of stopping. My memory was aroused like a flood.
Living in the mountains, I am fascinated by the outside world. I seem to have forgotten the unchanging feelings in the mountains, my father's elongated figure and hunched back, but today I am facing this unchanging feeling! I secretly shed tears.
On Sunday, we have Sundays, but my father doesn't. On that tearful Sunday, my father raised his hoe on the hillside and plunged deep into the yellow land. I stood in the distance and looked at this great father. The hunchbacked father stood up with difficulty and almost raised the zenith by a few feet. Father looked into the distance, looked at the fields he had worked so hard to cultivate, put his hand into his pocket for a while and put a bag of cigarettes. I stood there quietly, my eyes blurred. I dare not and can't move, because my father's love for me is too heavy for me to bear.
I asked myself, why, why, why a kind father is not rewarded, why am I so stupid, is this for my father? He asked for nothing in return.
Oh, I see. My father is a mountain and I am a tree. The mountain always gives the tree a favor, and the tree constantly absorbs the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not be old? My father is Ling. Can I step on his back without bending him? .
I watched, and my tears flowed heartily. My father has shed tears for most of his life, but I know he is very wronged, but I just don't show it. So let me shed endless tears for my father and enjoy it!
I looked at my father on the mountain, but he still didn't stop. Sometimes he would stand up and look at the distance, and the overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with his livid face. Years passed on the yellow land, leaving a tired song to be sung to my father who worked hard in the long years, for nothing but to repay my father's deep love for his children. I just want to smooth my father's wrinkles with a song, but what should I do? As deep as a ditch, it is uneven.
The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow facing the sky.
I deeply apologize to my father, father, forgive me, because in the near future, my daughter will become a powerful string on your ancient bow and arrow and will never be forgotten.
2. How to write a second-grade composition Looking at my father's back, he seems to be always 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 my habit to look up at my father. This kind of parallelism sentence should not be used at the beginning of writing a family composition, but can be written directly from the bottom. When I was a child, I was a follower of my father. At that time, I was very active and couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know how to play with my father, hold his wide and warm hand tightly with my little hand and feel the warmth of his palm. I don't want 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 short and fat, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at his back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt so confident that I even looked up unconsciously. The calendar at home has been torn page after page. I changed one book after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made some friends. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father. I looked up and found my father. I studied for an hour, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be. -My father is 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 has always been full of self-confidence, but it has been smoothed over by the trivial things in life and looks slightly hunched over. When he came to 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 cherished? That's a pair of hands that I'm completely unfamiliar with. The shocking blue veins on my hand are beating my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm is shaking my soul.
3. Write a 500-word composition on Dad's back. In my mind, almost everything is vague, but the back left by my father is clear. What impressed me the most was either bending over his desk under the dim light of the desk lamp or the angular and thin outline in the vast night ... My father is a busy man, running between home and work every day, like an A, and nothing can describe him better than this. The next evening, I was riding my bike alone on my way home, and the night breeze mixed with raindrops hit my face, which was so cold that it hurt. When I turned the corner, I quickly rubbed the red back of my hand, only feeling a little warm, and then I continued on my way with satisfaction. What the hell is the weather? I don't know when. Poof-a voice suddenly sounded, which was particularly harsh in the empty alley. My heart thumped and I was suddenly surprised. I quickly braked, turned over and got off to check. Is there something wrong with my antique bike again? Yo, there's a hole in the tire, not too big or too small, just enough for a little finger to fit in. It never rains but it pours! I remember what my father told me repeatedly in the morning: "Be careful on the road. I think there is something wrong with this bike. Be careful when driving." I laughed at his pedantry at that time. I am not old enough to take care of myself. Now that I think about it, I was too careless. I hesitated for a while, but decided to push it back myself. Who can blame this? The cart went on for a while, and I vaguely saw a figure standing under the street lamp not far away by the faint light shed by the street lamp. I didn't know that fool was standing outside in this cold weather. I took a few steps forward without warning and my tears came down. When I came to my senses, I realized that I was just looking at that man-my father, with tears and runny nose all over his face. Busy tonight. In fact, he will spend time waiting for me here. In a trance, my father came up to me and said, "I told you there was something wrong with the bike, but you just wouldn't listen." Let's try, blow the cold wind to push the cart ... "When my father took the bike from me, my tears came out again. I wiped my tears, but they never stopped. I saw it again in the crystal tears.
Interview Zhu Ziqing's back and write a composition about his father. In other articles, I always call him dad. Sometimes I call him dad playfully, but today, I call him dad because I wrote this article for him. -inscription
My father came back from Xi 'an. I am very happy. I can finally report my study and life to him, and I don't have to stay at home alone. My father will take me on a trip.
As soon as my father entered the room, I found him black and thin. The heavy work in Xi 'an must have crushed my father. When he saw me, he shouted happily, "Son! You have grown a lot! " My father's voice is a little hoarse, and it is no longer as loud as it was when he was young.
I followed my father to get my luggage. The setting sun reflects my father's old and slightly hunched back ... before I can see it clearly, the setting sun takes away the afterglow. Maybe the sunset is afraid that I will be too sad and leave.
After dinner, my father and I went for a walk. "Dad, where is Xi 'an ..." I thought for a while, but I still asked, "... what was it like there?" "good! Don't you think dad is very healthy? " "Well ..."
At this time, a father's classmate came in front, and his father went up to talk to him. The moonlight opened his heart and showed his father's back with its light.
"Dad", that's what I usually call him, but it seems that Dad is really old. He used to have a straight back and always played jokes on me humorously.
At this time, the back reflects the dignity of a man and belongs to his father. Magnificent, heroic and full of blood, as my father usually taught me: "A good man aims at all directions, son, fight and fight!" Therefore, over the past few years, I have tried to run for monitor every year, just to be worthy of my father's deep love. ...
In the morning, when I was dreaming, my father tried to pull me out of bed: "Let's do morning exercises!" " "The sun shines on the earth, and the father's back is folded. This time is different!
That number is full of expectations, expectations for me, expectations for my mother, my brother ... all my family. I nodded confidently and caught up with my father. "yes! Boy, run! I compare with you! " ……
Father's back has different meanings, but it is the embodiment of deep fatherly love. My father's back will always be reflected in my mind and will never be erased.
My father is 47 years old. It seems that my father hasn't changed much when I was growing up. He is still so handsome. He still retains his original personality, only with some wrinkles, but he is still the "handsome" father in my heart. My father will always have a young heart.
As a junior high school student, my homework is very heavy, but I don't finish it until eleven or twelve, and I drag my feet every day. My father reminded me again and again. Once, it was too late and I fell asleep at my desk.
My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! What's the use of studying at night! How many times have I told you, but you just won't listen! "Say that finish, my father sighed helplessly. And out of the door that slightly disappointed figure, but suddenly found that my father is no longer like before-my father is old! In my memory, my father's back is always a straight body. He has long been unable to bear the burden of life and has a slight hunchback. His back, which is always full of confidence, has been smoothed by the trivial things in life and looks slightly hunched.
It was another hot summer day, and my father came to the primary school to pick me up by bike. The hot sun shines on my father's back. He is always busy, always diligent and always enthusiastic. These backs are old and a little hunched ... I haven't seen them clearly yet, but the sun took away the bright light. Maybe the sun was afraid that I was too sad and left. At this time, the back reflects the dignity of a man and his father. It is magnificent, heroic and full of blood, just as my father usually taught me: "A good man aims at all directions, daughter, even if you are a girl, you must fight!" Go to Bo! "So, over the past few years, I have worked hard to get good grades every year, just to be worthy of my father's deep love ... In the morning, I was dreaming, and my father wanted to pull me out of bed:" Let's go and do morning exercises! " "The sun shines on the earth, and the father folds back. This time is different! That number is full of expectations, expectations for me, expectations for my brother, my brother ... all family members. I nodded confidently and caught up with my father. "yes! Tomboy, run! I compare with you! " ..... Father used his love, his health, his busyness, his diligence and his enthusiasm; Everything he bought me today, but he never complained.
As a daughter, I know that my father's devotion, love and heart are worthy of my life's expectation and reward, so I will definitely work hard and strive hard to repay my father. Father's back has different meanings, but it is the embodiment of deep fatherly love.
My father's back will always be reflected in my mind and will never be erased.
6. My father's back [my own article] My father's back dreams of the black land of my hometown every night.
I dream of my father's unforgettable back every night ... winter 323133532363134313032313635333e 78988e69d8331333236386264. Dead leaves on campus float to the ground.
"Excuse me, where does Ding Yan live?" "Oh, it's right there." Several familiar conversations, mixed with harsh coughs from time to time, disturbed me when I was still at a party with Duke Zhou.
It's him, and I responded reflexively, "Here it is, Dad!" " "So I quickly waited for a while and opened the door. A middle-aged man with gray hair, his hands shaking and purple in the cold wind, how can a thin shirt stop the cold wind in winter! The trouser legs rolled up, and a pair of slippers that didn't fit well seemed determined to fight against his toe scratched by his shoes and stood in front of me with rickets.
It's dad, yes, leaving a slender shadow in the cold wind ... "Dad, you came to see me. What's wrong? " I wiped my hazy eyes and asked trembling. "Today is not to sign up for the self-study exam? Here is the money for you. "
As he spoke, he took out a brand-new hundred-dollar coupon from his pocket and put it in my hand. A pair of hopeful eyes. This is a 100-yuan coupon with a temperature. How many sleepless nights did my father get the money? The body temperature dispelled the cold wind, and the hopeful eyes drove away the confusion in my heart ... "I have to go back, son, and do a good job ..." My father said, patted me on the shoulder, nodded, and then turned and dragged his feet, leading a creaking bicycle.
Dad left, with hope for me, and returned to the black land that still belongs to him, leaving a moving landscape behind him. Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting.
My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, I was reminded to be a strong man of knowledge and a real talent in society ... My father's back always wanted to write an article for his father, but I didn't know where to start. My father is very ordinary, an ordinary national cadre, and he is the kind of person who is particularly old-fashioned, honest, kind, upright and frank.
My father is very knowledgeable, knowing astronomy above and geography below. When my father comes home, under the starry sky on a summer night, he will tell us which one is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and those two are the Big Dipper.
My knowledge of astronomy should be said that my father was our first teacher. Father also writes well. Every year during the Spring Festival, the villagers will bring red paper and ask my father to help me write couplets. My father is always responsive.
My father is very kind. Whenever the villagers mention my father, they will say that my father is a great man. What I want to say is the back of my father.
It was the first time I left my parents to study in another city, and my father sent me to school (because it was my first time to travel far away). When we go out in the morning, it is already evening when we go to school. The teachers in the school have already left work.
My father found a relative there, stayed there for one night, and it was dawn the next day. My father told me, "You have to sign up for admission and buy what you want. It's really no good asking relatives for help. I already told them.
I have to go, take the early bus back and go back to work. "Father's work is very busy, I know.
When my father left, I felt lonely, helpless, melancholy and so on when I watched his fading back. I want to cry, but I dare not. Later, my father laughed at me: "I know how you felt at that time, do you know?" 16 started to leave home, alone.
Quietly signed up as a soldier. "Because of this, I learned to be self-reliant, self-reliant and self-loving.
Another time, when I first joined the work, I went home for the New Year on holiday. When I went back to work, my father insisted that I get on the bus.
At dawn, my father packed my bags and took me to the station. Help me carry my luggage to the car. I asked my father to go back because it was too cold.
My father thought about it and left. After a while, my father came back with some snacks in his hand and brought them to me from the window: "Pinger, this is water, and there are some snacks for you to drink on the way." Take care of yourself when you go out. "
I insist that dad go back and have a rest, because dad goes to work around 8 o'clock. My father went back under my repeated insistence, watching his father stumble, his back drifting away in the morning light, and I cried in the car.
I know I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life. Of course, that morning, my father didn't know my sadness.
Only after that, when I went home to work, I resolutely refused to let my family send me to the car. Usually my best friend or classmate gave it to me.
I'm afraid to see my father's aging back. My father has retired. After retirement, mom and dad live a warm and healthy life together.
This kind of warmth and calmness is beyond the reach of parents when they were young. Father, I will think of you whenever.
I am in another distant city, bless you and your mother. My father is not tall, only 1.65 meters, with a round face, thick eyebrows and a "beer belly". He looks very amiable.
Dad works in Xinning County, busy all day and seldom goes home. Even when I got home, I came and went in a hurry, so it was difficult to be with us.
What impressed me most about my father was his back. One weekend, my mother took me to play with my father. I'm really happy.
My father promised to accompany us to climb the mountain. Just as I was about to leave in high spirits, my father suddenly received a phone call. What I was worried about really happened. My father said, "I'm in a hurry!" " "Leave a figure left in a hurry.
I remember when my father first went to Xinning. To be honest, I really couldn't bear to let him go. I have been thinking: who will tell me stories in the future? Who will play with me? At that time, I cried with a wow.
Dad held back his tears and touched my head with an unnatural smile and said, "Don't cry, son. Dad will be back soon. " I believed it and stopped crying at once.
But, dad.
7. Write a composition describing the back of your father. Your love for your father can be written through your father's concern for you or through your father's life. The following example is for reference [problem solving process] My father is kneeling on the hillside, working hard, and the afterglow of the sunset has dragged his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father stood up with a ground hoe in his hand. Looking at the distance, my father looks so old. His face, weathered by the sun and rain, is wrinkled, like old bark that has been dried for a long time. Great, I can't forget my parents' kindness. The years are ruthless and have no intention of stopping. Memories are aroused like floods.
Living in the mountains, I am fascinated by the outside world. I seem to have forgotten the unchanging feelings in the mountains, my father's elongated figure and hunched back, but today I am facing this unchanging feeling! I secretly shed tears. On Sunday, we have Sundays, but my father doesn't. On that tearful Sunday, my father raised his hoe on the hillside and plunged deep into the yellow land. I stood in the distance and looked at this great father. The hunchbacked father stood up with difficulty and almost raised the zenith by a few feet. Father looked into the distance, looked at the fields he had worked so hard to cultivate, put his hand into his pocket for a while and put a bag of cigarettes.
I stood there quietly, my eyes blurred. I dare not and can't move, because my father's love for me is too heavy for me to bear. I asked myself, why, why, why a kind father is not rewarded, why am I so stupid, is this for my father? He asked for nothing in return.
Oh, I see. My father is a mountain and I am a tree. The mountain always gives the tree a favor, and the tree constantly absorbs the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not be old? My father is Ling. Can I step on his back without bending him? .
I watched, and my tears flowed heartily. My father has shed tears for most of his life, but I know he is very wronged, but I just don't show it. So let me shed endless tears for my father and enjoy it! I looked at my father on the mountain, but he still didn't stop. Sometimes he would stand up and look at the distance, and the overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with his livid face. Years passed on the yellow land, leaving a tired song to be sung to my father who worked hard in the long years, for nothing but to repay my father's deep love for his children. I just want to smooth my father's wrinkles with a song, but what should I do? As deep as a ditch, it is uneven.
The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow facing the sky. I deeply apologize to my father, father, forgive me, because in the near future, my daughter will become a powerful string on your ancient bow and arrow and will never be forgotten.
8. Looking at the composition "Father's Back Feeling", I inadvertently read Zhu Ziqing's prose-the father in "Father's Back", which made my mind see the tired look of my father.
When this great writer wrote this article, it was the time of the most violent resistance to his father's rights. At that time, the father was very strict with his son and had to listen to him in everything. If his son makes a little mistake, he will give him a good beating.
It was in this era that Zhu Ziqing saw the other side of his father-gentleness. My son is going to college, and his father sent him to the train.
The train was about to leave, and my son kept waving to his father. The father smiled kindly and waved to his son. The whistle sounded, and the red afterglow of the sunset shone on the old father's back, reflecting his kind back.
After reading this short article, I was deeply touched. I have been taken care of by my father since I was sensible, but I have never experienced it.
When I was four, I was in a small class. Kindergarten finishes school at night. At that time, the teacher would let the children sing.
I dare not sing. At this moment, I saw my father looking at me kindly outside the window.
I laughed and sang loudly. Dad smiled, too
Now, I go to middle school, and I teach myself every night. When I come back, it's always late. Dad is waiting at home.
Don't sleep until I come back. Day after day, I saw a few more white hairs on my father's head.
I will ask, dad, are these hairs white? Looking at your tired figure every day, is it for me? Every night, listening to your knife-like cough, when I was a child, I said to you: Dad, you have worked hard. This is the only essay written by Zhu Ziqing.
In this world, only you are my best father.
9. Write an essay about the father's back by imitating Zhu Ziqing's Back. Every time I finish my homework and stand by the window, my father's sweaty back will appear in front of me ... After I was admitted to the town's high school, my parents made everyone laugh with joy.
The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother, "I won't take the bus tomorrow." I'll take a shortcut with a tricycle to send Crystal to report for duty. Save three dollars and buy a bottle of ink. "
I am listening outside the door, my nose is sour: Dad, for the future of your child, you get up early, scrimp and save, and your heart is broken! After breakfast the next day, my father put my bedclothes on the tricycle pedal, wiped his mouth and said with mirth, "Jinger, get on the bus." Dad will send you. "
In midsummer, geothermal, windy and hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, and his face was burned red, like a red-hot iron.
"Dad, hat." I quickly put a straw hat on him.
"I don't have to, you wear it! Scholars, when their brains are exposed, will become stupid and will not get good grades. " He held the faucet in his hand, turned around and put the straw hat on my head.
Wearing a straw hat, I looked at my father's sweaty back, and a past came to my mind: it was the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school, the weather was so hot and the air was so dry. Many people my father's age enjoy the cool in the shade. Dad is a restless man. After wandering around the house yard for a long time, I couldn't find a job. I rubbed my hands and said to my mother, "I'm going up the mountain to collect some herbs."
Our crystal is going to high school, so we have to save some money. "I just heard this and said, Dad, I'll go with you. "
He looked me up and down: "I have grown up and seen a lot." So the father and son trudged on the winding mountain road with medicine baskets on their backs.
When I reached the steep cliff, I was panting and sweating. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall, looked down at me tired, and said solemnly, "I'll go up and have a look myself."
You pick in this ravine and don't go up. Remember, don't go up. "His words are very tough and there is no room for discussion.
I know that accidents often happen when climbing. Dad was afraid of one thousand, so he left me under the cliff.
Looking at his hard climbing and sweaty back, my eyes blurred ... "Take a break and have a meal." Dad's words interrupted my memory, and the car had stopped beside a pile of jagged red stones.
He took the boiled egg out of the old yellow canvas bag, knocked on the stone, peeled the shell and handed it to me. "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." Then he gave me a bottle of mineral water.
While wiping his sweat, he walked to the stone pond and secretly sent coarse corn bread to his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After eating, I picked up the water in the stone pond, drank it with a splash, and then stood up with satisfaction.
Looking at his back bent down too early because of hard work, my eyes filled with tears. The school has finally arrived.
Dad took my luggage down and rummaged for a long time before he found a crumpled stack of RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, so save the flowers." Then I stuffed all the boiled eggs into my bag.
I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and mom on Sunday." Dad nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "Come back on holiday.
It's a long way and it costs money to go back and forth. Study hard at school, read more books ... don't miss home, do you hear? "I choked speechless, only hard to nod.
In the misty eyes, I saw my father's eyes moist, but he held back, bowed his head and buttoned my coat, dragging it back and forth: "I have work to do, so I won't send you in." Take care in the future. If anything happens, just bring a message back. "
The sun is shining in the afternoon and the ground is dizzy. Dad left in the heat on a tricycle.
I stood on a high place, looking at his back, clothes sticking to his back, sweating like rain. My nose is sour and tears can't stop flowing downwards.