He loved me so much since he was a child. He worked tirelessly to make a living and support me. No matter how difficult it is, he never gives up and never flinches, because in his heart, responsibility is his persistent belief! He is responsible for himself, for me and for his family, because in his heart, love is the expression of his actions! He loves his daughter and his family.
Because of love, he took on an arduous responsibility; Because of love, he became a high pillar of the family; Because of love, he holds up a blue sky for me! He is not a millionaire or a high official. He is just an ordinary carpenter. Senior one wrote a composition "Love for Dad". Because of his responsibility and love, he had to leave his hometown to work in a distant place.
When he worked hard day and night in the distance year after year, I was always here. I don't know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter we have spent in this way, and how many winters and summers we have spent; Spent a day and a night ... but I know our hearts will always be together.
Growing up, I know that his love is the most selfless and greatest in the world! His love is mixed with his selfless dedication and his hard work; Mixed with his bright red blood
Thank him for his meticulous care for me, for his selfless dedication, and for his long father's love!
2.600-word composition: I express my love for my father, because love is mixed with his selfless dedication; The heaviest person in my heart is my father! His love. Because of responsibility and love, he had to leave his hometown to work far away.
When he is in the distance year after year, working day and night endlessly to earn money, thanks to his father's love, I am always there, mixed with his hard work and sweat, responsible for my family; Mixed with his bright red blood [love for his father], the most grateful person in my heart since childhood is my father; The person I love most in my heart!
Thank him for his meticulous care and selfless dedication. He has become a high pillar of the family and has spent many cold and summer days. I spent days and nights … but I know how many spring, summer, autumn and winter we spent like this. Because in his heart, love is the expression of his actions, and it is my father. Our hearts will always be together, never back down. Because in his mind, responsibility is his persistent belief! He should be responsible for himself, for me and write a composition for his father's love.
I have known since I was a child that I care about every minute. I don't know.
He has loved me so much since I was a child. He worked tirelessly to make a living and support me. No matter how difficult it is, his love is the most selfless and greatest in the world.
Because of love, he took on arduous responsibilities, and he never gave up; Because of love! He loves his daughter, he loves his family and he holds up a blue sky for me! He is not a millionaire or a high official. He is just an ordinary carpenter. Senior one writes the composition "Love for Dad".
3. Composition This long summer vacation, I wandered around the Three Gorges in Chongqing on the 5th, standing at the bow of the boat, only feeling that the river wind was blowing head on. The rivers are vast, the water surface rises, the low hills are almost isolated from the world, and the mountains are no longer dangerous. I, immersed in this vast expanse, feel the expansion of my vision and let the cleanest air of nature baptize my soul. However, deep down, an outrageous tide made me restless for a long time. ...
Just because of the tour guide's words, with the development of the Three Gorges Dam, the river surface of the Three Gorges gradually rises. In order to reach the height of 1.75 meters, 10,000 mu of farmland turned into foam in the water, leaving only horribly white branches and leaves in the green forest. How many mountains and bridges will be blown up? How many villages and counties will become underwater worlds? But these are not the point, because these are never comparable to the tears of homeless people and homesickness. ...
Millions of immigrants, I believe everyone has heard of these five words, but how many people know that this short period of several years is a touching eulogy! An old lady who was over eighty suddenly stopped when she left her hometown, then suddenly turned around, then suddenly knelt down and knocked her head heavily. These unexpected actions made everyone present red-eyed, and everything around her suddenly became quiet, as if the air could not bear to break this solemnity. After a long time, people hurriedly lifted the old man up, leaving a small piece of shade on the ground. Is it too deep and heavy? Or do you want to leave a small part of your soul and protect your hometown forever?
The tour guide witnessed this scene with her own eyes, because she is one of millions of immigrants. She cried all the time when she told us about all kinds of immigrants. She's back, she's back as a tour guide, and she wants to stay in Wushan, an old county town that gave birth to her, raised her and raised her. Although it is gone now, she wants more distant tourists to remember this historical land, the uniqueness of this mysterious coffin and the precipitousness of this plank road. I believe that only when the dam is completed and all the deposited memories are in this city will she leave this area.
I don't know why, when I set foot on this land of conflict in Chongqing, my nose is always sour. The ever-changing motherland is galloping on the road of progress. When we build a proud milestone, we look back and see how many Chinese people and their personal interests are paving the way for our glory. Yes! The motherland is progressing too fast. What does this seemingly solid land, this seemingly unhurried mountain look like after many years?
There is no one who doesn't miss his hometown, which is exactly what he said:
Why are there tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply.
Three young monks left their home and wrote a 500-word composition "Monks Left Their Home".
I have never been away from home for such a long time, and suddenly I feel homesick. Really, I really want to think about it.
I like fantasy since I was a child. I used to fantasize that I was an unrestrained bird, flying freely in the boundless sky as high as I could fly. I used to fantasize that I was a free fish, and I could dive into the deep sea and swim as far as I could. But I don't know that no matter how high the bird flies, it will return to its nest, and no matter how far the fish swims, it will return to its habitat. Tao Yuanming said that caged birds love the old forest, while pond fish miss the old source. I think it's because they will miss home, just like I do now.
At home, I yearn for life outside. When I leave home, I will miss my days at home. This contradiction is hard to let go.
I am homesick. I miss my parents.
Only on this parting day will I remember that my mother was so kind to me and my father was so gentle to me. Parents have paid so much for their son, but his son doesn't understand. I have neglected my parents' love for me. Yes, why do those feelings I don't remember suddenly come to mind today, in this silent night? I can't explain too much. I think it's because I am homesick. I miss my family and I miss my parents.
I can't come to this damn high school. It inspires the will of the disabled.
I can go to any secondary school, learn a trade, find a job and live a normal life.
Of course, in this case, it is impossible for me to live in such a prison-like environment, wandering around the 3. 1 branch of dormitory, classroom and restaurant like a prisoner every day, and suffering from homesickness.
Of course, I won't write an article here to shake my nagging feelings.
But, but I have to stay here because, because I have a heavy burden.
Sadness, sadness, I have to face the reality. Besides, you see that the moon is round, and I am not the only one who misses my loved ones.
Looking up, I found it was moonlight. Perhaps in the most familiar harbor, someone was thinking about her relatives.
Then I said I was still happy enough, because someone was thinking about me, maybe more than me.
When I first started living and studying in this school, my mother would miss me so much that I couldn't sleep, I'm sure. Because her son has never left her for such a long time, since childhood.
Parents gave everything for their sons, including their youth. They always want their children to get ahead and do something in the future. So, they made an old cow with no wishes and no regrets, sowed the seeds of spring, and then carefully cared for it, expecting it to grow into the fruits of summer. In contrast, my parents pay many times more than me, even comparable. I saw a story that moved me for a long time: Little Rabbit said to his mother, Mom, Mom, I love you. My love for you is so long, just like from the earth to the moon. Little rabbit fell asleep in his mother's arms. Mother rabbit whispered in little rabbit's ear, my child, mother's love for you is also very long, as long as the earth and the moon, and she came back from the moon …
For the first time in many years, I realized that I belong not only to myself but also to my family. I am not only fighting for myself, but also fighting for my family.
So now I have no reason to complain about my "prisoner life". I just miss home. I miss my family, I want to go home, I want to tell them-I love you.
Love, from the past, to the present, to the future …
5. Write a composition on the theme of environmental protection with a bird catcher with blue sky and white clouds. Not less than 400 words. If there are no hunters, you can change the earth again. It is the home on which all things live and the veritable mother of mankind. In the past, the earth's sky was blue and clear, the mountains were green and the rivers were clear and pure. It's really beautiful, spectacular and kind. But what about the earth now? The sky is hard to find yesterday's blue, the mountains are not as green and the rivers are not as clear as before. Compared with the previous earth, there is no doubt that earth-shaking changes have taken place. A little golden finch said sadly, "I just learned to fly soon, and my green home was destroyed, so my parents had to take me away from home." In the process of escape, we still can't avoid this cruel reality-my father was killed by a ruthless hunter and my mother tried to protect me. " Uncle Earth asked with concern. Goldfinch wiped her tears and said, "No, I only found the desert in full swing, the bare forest and the muddy river ... The world is so big, but I can't find a place to live and work in peace." Goldfinch was very thirsty. She came to a small river and was about to drink water, but she was stopped by Uncle Earth: "You can't drink that water! Toxic! " Goldfinch couldn't help it. It said, "If I don't drink it, I will die of thirst. I'll die anyway. It is better to die happily! " "Say that finish, it began to drink water, and just took a sip. Little golden finch" Ah! " "He cried to death. Are there fewer tragedies like the golden finch? We only have one earth, which is the only home for mankind. Humans, take action to protect the ecological environment! Otherwise, the consequences are really unimaginable! It's not too late to mend, and the earth can still be saved! Let's live together on this earth, enjoy a blue sky and enjoy the warmth of sunshine and rain! The alarm bell has sounded, and it is time for mankind to wake up.
6. Father's Love Composition I sat in front of my father's bed and held his hand. In the past, those solid and broad hands became so thin and weak, with slender fingers and bare veins. Touching my father's bones and muscles, my heart twitched and I couldn't help frowning and closing my eyes to suppress the pain in my heart. Why is my strong and tall father missing? Thought of here, my eyes filled with tears. I looked at my father's haggard face with tears in my eyes and didn't know what to say. I just looked at my father silently. I felt the love in his eyes and read everything. Dad, are you blaming yourself? You told me with apologetic eyes. Are you blaming yourself for not bringing us up and for not giving us more care and love? No, dad. I want to say that I am not the one who should blame myself and repent! Think about how much you have paid over the years and how much I have paid? I'm so stupid.
Why can't I understand all this earlier and cherish it? Because my fantasy has not come true, I despise you and this family. I envy other people's parents with higher education, their family background and everything ... I also secretly thought that if my parents changed, I might become an artist, a pop singer or a young poet. Look, how heavy my vanity is! Talking about you the other day, Uncle Yang said: Although your father has no education, he is much greater than some educated people! He decided that public things just can't be taken and can't go through the back door, but why can't those people do it? But such a good person ... alas! Dad, I am so proud and ashamed to hear this-for those childish and absurd ideas. Can you forgive me, Dad? You didn't answer, but I saw it. I saw the look of relief in your eyes. You smiled-in your heart.
Dad not only takes care of the flowers himself, but also often helps us to spray water, weed, prune and kill insects when we finish our homework. While working, he explains the characteristics of various flowers and the knowledge of flower cultivation. Once, I saw a branching flower and asked, "Dad, why did you plant this?" Look at that long branch, there is not even a flower. "Dad didn't answer me immediately, but asked me," Xiaohong, when enjoying the cool at night, there is a faint fragrance. Do you smell it? " "hmm!" I nodded my head. Dad gently stroked the flower and said affectionately, "It's called cordate telosma. It does not dispute beauty, quietly opens at night, and exudes a faint fragrance. What a noble character! " I watched cordate telosma and listened to my father's words, lost in thought ... After a pause, my father asked me again, "Xiaohong, what's your favorite flower?" "That pot, epiphyllum." "Oh, epiphyllum? Why? " "It's so expensive!" Dad pondered, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Epiphyllum is rare, but its character is not commendable." "Have you ever learned the idiom" a flash in the pan "? Don't be a epiphyllum! " Then, my father told us about the elegance of Clivia, the stubbornness of plum blossoms and the nobility of chrysanthemum ... My father's words flowed into our hearts like dew. Finally, my father gave me a pot of cactus, asking me to learn from it, not afraid of cold and heat, giving my brother a pot of mimosa with strong self-esteem, and asking my brother to guard against arrogance and rashness and be open-minded and eager to learn. I had a sweet dream that night. In the dream, my brother and I turned into flowers, and my father was trying to spray water, prune and kill insects for us. ...
7. My grandfather 40 1 composition My father is a construction worker. He has black hair and big hands full of calluses. Because I have been working on the construction site all the year round, my face is dark. Although he is not tall, he walks strongly. He often goes out early and comes back late for us. He looks much older than a city dweller of his age. A few years ago, my father left his hometown to go out to work and came to Beijing to build the "Water Cube" stadium for the 2008 Olympic Games. Later, in order to study in a better environment, with my father's efforts, he took my mother and me from my hometown in the countryside to Beijing, and our family was finally reunited.
In Beijing, I saw the tall buildings built by my fathers and uncles, the wide streets and beautiful parks in Beijing, and my aunts and sisters wearing fashionable clothes and smiling. My new school, in particular, is very different from the primary schools in rural areas. The playground here is spacious and the classroom is bright. I have never seen any computers and projectors for teaching. The female students in the class wear hairpins and beautiful clothes, just like the princess in the fairy tale. The sneakers under the feet of male students are either "Nike" or "Li Ning", which are exactly the same as those I saw in TV advertisements. Looking at me wearing a floral cotton-padded jacket made by my grandmother, my classmates secretly covered their mouths and laughed, because I was a clay doll in my eyes, which was really embarrassing! After class, everyone gathered around me, asking questions, and some asked me my name. Where did it come from? I answered with my hometown accent and made them laugh again. When chatting, I heard my classmates talking about their father. Came to the yearning Beijing. When chatting, I heard from my classmates that their father bought a game machine. I am really embarrassed. My father's face is black. Later, a computer and projector looked at it and asked me what my name was. Where did it come from? After school, I was the only one who walked to the door. It was the senior management ... when I whispered that my father was a construction worker? I answered with my hometown accent, just like a princess in a fairy tale, with a pair of big calloused hands and a Honda car to pick him up. The classmate whose father is the boss said that his father promised me to study in a better environment! Class is over, and dad is covered in mud. God, he took me and my mother from my hometown in the countryside to Beijing. What caught my eye was that my aunt and sister were wearing fashionable clothes and smiling. The sneakers under the feet of male students are either Nike or Li Ning. My father is the boss of the company, and all the students next to him ask, but he walks with great strength. I saw wearing a helmet at a glance when I saw it in a TV advertisement. The female students in the class wear hairpins, some say that their father is a doctor, and some buy mp4 for them. "It's all migrant workers who dig bricks and move bricks. The playground here is very wide; Chen Xiao's father's driver drove to pick him up.
In Beijing, pushing a bicycle and seeing the tall buildings built by my fathers and uncles? "I have a fever on my face because I have been at the construction site all the year round?" Before I could answer, he looked much older than a city dweller of his age. Although he is not tall, our family is finally reunited. He has black hair, which I have never seen before. Ask questions. Looking at me wearing a floral cotton-padded coat made by my grandmother, with my father's efforts, some people say that my father is a lawyer, as long as he does well in the exam! It never occurred to me.
Jun Jun asked me, because in my eyes, I am a clay doll, and everyone revolves around me. A few years ago, my father left his hometown and went out to work. My new school, in particular, is very different from the primary schools in rural areas. Exactly the same, so I bought him a laptop. Some students say that his father is a university teacher. What does your father do? The classroom is very bright. My father often goes out early and comes back late for us. He sees the wide streets and beautiful parks in Beijing. Lili's father wore a suit and tie, which made them laugh again: "Niu Niu, wearing beautiful clothes for the 2008 Olympic Games.
8. Work hard. My father at work writes 300 words a day after school. As soon as I stepped into the house, I felt an inexplicable silence. I asked my mother what happened, and my mother said sadly, "Your father is going to work far away." Hearing this, I suddenly calmed down and became very heavy. Seeing my mother and I sad, my father went over and said with a smile, "I'm going to earn money for my daughter." When my father makes money, I will buy whatever my daughter wants. " As he spoke, he put his wide and thick hands on my shoulder: "My daughter and mother should be obedient at home. I believe my baby daughter will take good care of her mother, won't she? " I looked up at my father's kind face and kind smile. He seems to tell me to be strong. I held back my tears and nodded to my father, who nodded with a smile. After dinner, my mother quietly packed my dad's luggage on the kang, but my dad hid in the hut and didn't know what he was doing. One night, I ran away quickly, the east had vomited, and my father was leaving home in a blink of an eye. I was going to send my father to the car before going to school in the morning, but my father told me to focus on my studies and go to school at once.
When I stepped out of the door, I looked back at my father, and I felt his greatness in his eyes. I looked back at the sky, trying not to shed tears, but I finally fell involuntarily. When I came home from school that day, I couldn't hear my father say, "My daughter is back, please do your homework quickly." My heart ached, but I remembered my father's words, and I held back my thoughts of my father. Dad calls back occasionally. Whenever I ask about my father's situation, my father always smiles and says, "It's fine, better than the conditions at home. You don't have to hold on to me. You just have to listen carefully and study hard. " But by chance, I watched TV and learned that the conditions in the place where my father worked were actually very poor. Only then did I know that everything my father said was false, and tears are not obedient's was out. One day, I accidentally opened my diary, and there was a note in it, which was an inconspicuous note from my father: "Daughter, you are my parents' hope. At that time, we had no money to study. I can't have you like me. I want to give you good study and living conditions and let you grow up happily. " You should study hard. Dad's coming back depends on your good grades! Come on! "It turned out that dad was hiding in the cabin that night to write a message. After reading my father's affectionate words, I made up my mind to study hard, never live up to my father's expectations, repay my father with excellent academic performance, and make a difference in the future, so that my father will never have to leave his hometown again and work hard alone in a foreign land. One day, I must let my parents live a happy life.
9. Composition-Father's imitation of penguin's mother's love is very powerful, and so is father's love. Someone wrote a composition praising maternal love. Today, I want to praise my father's love. Today, I learn the text Papa Penguin. The article tells the story of hundreds of male penguins crowded on a narrow Iceland at a low temperature of MINUS 50 degrees Celsius, hatching chicks, unable to eat for four days and unable to rest for four days. After four days and four nights of reincarnation, it became an unconscious ice sculpture. This female penguin laid the only precious egg of the year. In order to recover the weak body after delivery and prepare rations for the chicks who will come to this world four days later, the female penguin reluctantly embarked on a distant road of foraging. For the sake of offspring, male penguins take the responsibility of incubating children instead of female penguins. At this time, the female penguins finally came back in droves. When the chicks hatch, the males will be separated from their wives and children again, because the Antarctic sea will be blocked by ice. If he doesn't feed, he will starve to death in front of his wife and children. The male penguin turned back step by step, so affectionate and attached, and finally, they jumped into the sea. Penguin father's feat of raising children makes people cry. A glimpse of the animal world makes us realize the true meaning of life! This paper vividly expresses the feelings of animal cubs by describing the process of male penguins guarding the birth of chicks and leaving their hometown to find them. Although the text is written about penguins, it also reminds us of the beauty of family ties in life, which makes people respect Penguin's father and realize the beauty of life and the greatness of fatherly love. Father's love will always be great and accompany us silently.