Dad's intellectual composition is 200 words.

My father didn't name me. My father is an out-and-out farmer and out-and-out illiterate. At the time of my full moon, my father specially invited a famous fortune teller in the village and learned that I was LMNT, and because my father wanted me to jump out of a poor mountain village when I grew up, the fortune teller gave me such a name: Jinxiang. However, because of this name, my childhood was very lonely-my friends often played the "fighting" game and refused to let me join-and they would bite the bullet and say, Jinxiang, what bad luck it is to surrender today! So he left me alone.

That feeling is beyond my father's consideration. I don't know if my father didn't go to school for a day, or because he was busy with heavy farm work all day but still couldn't get rid of poverty, which caused his long-term sullen and irritable temperament, coupled with his eagerness for success, which constituted his unique way of disciplining me-the baby's promise was scolded! And my hatred for my father has intensified and deepened again and again-although my academic achievements have fulfilled his famous "wisdom words" in the whole village-for this reason, I often think that perhaps it is because of this fulfilled phenomenon that I spent the whole childhood and adolescence in my father's "wisdom words"? !

So, when I received the college admission notice, I rushed to the top of the mountain and cried in one breath, not for the bright future after ten years of cold window, but for becoming the first college student envied by the whole village, in order to finally get rid of my father's control and realize my dream of not seeing him! Therefore, I am dismissive of the joy of my thrifty father's banquet and busy entertaining the villagers who came to congratulate me; So, when I rushed out of the house, I was so anxious that I didn't look back, completely ignoring my father's sadness. ...

In the first two years of studying in the provincial capital, I didn't go home once, nor did I write a letter to my father seriously. Even every time I receive his client's living expenses, I just write a similar sentence "The money has been received, don't worry". It was not until my junior year that my father sent me a letter that my soul and conscience were strongly shocked. I began to know how to chew and read the heavy fatherly love that I repeatedly ignored and hated in my life-

The letter was written by my father's little nephew in junior high school. There's nothing urgent, just asking me if I'm okay. I wrote a few pages credibly, only because my little nephew explained the reason of my father's letter in detail, saying that my father had a dream that night: I dreamed that I was eating a shovel, and as soon as I picked it up, my two big teeth disappeared inexplicably. At first glance, the bun was covered with blood red, and his teeth stuck to it ... After waking up, his father couldn't sleep any more. So I wrote to my little nephew at dawn. -and all this, just because there is a saying in my hometown that dreaming of losing my teeth will kill my loved ones. The father's first thought is his son who left home to study abroad. (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)

After reading this, I scoffed at my father's superstitious behavior and even became angry. Finally, the little nephew told a story that surprised him, saying that he was spreading paper at that time, but when he started writing, he suddenly stopped because he couldn't remember my name for a moment. As a result, he was reprimanded by his father: "It's a pity that the son of a bitch has read so many books and his memory is embarrassed." His name is Jinxiang! " "Golden Auspicious" So the little nephew wrote it on paper while chanting. "Write wrong! Wrong writing! "The little nephew said, and his father looked at the name he had just written and shouted. Then, he grabbed the pen from his hand, wrote the word "Jinxiang" on the paper and told him, "I only know these two words in my life!" The little nephew said that he was too surprised to speak at that time. He said, you know, the whole village knows that Mr. Zhong doesn't know a word, including his own name! !

-because this is a father's love! Apart from fatherly love, this strange and real phenomenon can't be explained! At that moment, my soul, which was wrapped in hatred for my father and became ignorant, rough and numb, was deeply burned and awakened! I couldn't help but burst into tears and walked to my hometown with the letter in my hand. Suddenly I knelt down-to my father, who had paid great love to my life but didn't understand it, let alone repay it, repent, repent. ...

Chapter 2 1000 words about my father teaching me 700 words.

My father's teaching is my guide to life. Sometimes I don't care about my father's teachings, but I taste the pain of indifference; Sometimes I am not convinced, but the facts always make me more than I can bear. Sometimes I despise myself because of my cleverness, but I didn't expect to fall into my trap. Maybe that's what people do. Poor nose can't understand something until it hits the wall.

I had a very bad habit of flying cars when I was young. Pedestrians on both sides pass by in an instant with the rapid sound of flutes, and even the largest building will soon disappear into the passionate music. Don't mention how happy and exciting it is. Maybe it's because I'm young and I don't care about anything.

Father often said that a good trumpet is afraid of being dumb, and a good trumpet is also afraid of being dumb. Don't work hard on the road when driving, work hard on the time. How many roads can you walk if you are 20 minutes earlier? Do you still need to drive so fast? How many people are struggling in the predicament, sighing, "If I had known today, why should I have!" None of the people who had a big accident admitted that they were not clear-headed, and some even died inexplicably ... At that time, listening to his father's words, he was really dissatisfied, and his inner world was full of the words "making a mountain out of a molehill".

If you are complacent before, you will become dejected and despondent afterwards. Finally, one day something I didn't want to happen appeared. I didn't expect that I would become so embarrassed when I thought I was invincible. Looking down for a while, he still said, "If I had known today, why should I have?" At that time, a series of troubles were really a headache, and the poor nose touched the wall before being persuaded.

Although we face different things on the road of life, we face the same truth. Don't wait until the last minute, don't wait until the autumn has a result, and then pay attention. If you wait until the result comes out, it will be in vain and there is no way to save it. Before the results appear, you should reflect on yourself and be careful of your steps. Some things may have a particularly strong temptation before they want to do it. Weak-willed people just can't stand the test, and they can't benefit from the analysis. Such people often get a bitter "today".

Therefore, in order to make happiness accompany you and make happiness inseparable, we should recognize the situation around us and create a good atmosphere for ourselves so as not to go wrong and regret it. (www.suilengea.com Suiling Education Information Network)

Chapter 3 1000 words about my father teaching me 700 words.

My father's teaching is my guide to life. Sometimes I don't care about my father's teachings, but I taste the pain of indifference; Sometimes I am not convinced, but the facts always make me more than I can bear. Sometimes I despise myself because of my cleverness, but I didn't expect to fall into my trap. Maybe that's what people do. Poor nose can't understand something until it hits the wall.

I had a very bad habit of flying cars when I was young. Pedestrians on both sides pass by in an instant with the rapid sound of flutes, and even the largest building will soon disappear into the passionate music. Don't mention how happy and exciting it is. Maybe it's because I'm young and I don't care about anything.

Father often said that a good trumpet is afraid of being dumb, and a good trumpet is also afraid of being dumb. Don't work hard on the road when driving, work hard on the time. How many roads can you walk if you are 20 minutes earlier? Do you still need to drive so fast? How many people are struggling in the predicament, sighing, "If I had known today, why should I have!" None of the people who had a big accident admitted that they were not clear-headed, and some even died inexplicably ... At that time, listening to his father's words, he was really dissatisfied, and his inner world was full of the words "making a mountain out of a molehill".

If you are complacent before, you will become dejected and despondent afterwards. Finally, one day something I didn't want to happen appeared. I didn't expect that I would become so embarrassed when I thought I was invincible. Looking down for a while, he still said, "If I had known today, why should I have?" At that time, a series of troubles were really a headache, and the poor nose touched the wall before being persuaded.

Although we face different things on the road of life, we face the same truth. Don't wait until the last minute, don't wait until the autumn has a result, and then pay attention. If you wait until the result comes out, it will be in vain and there is no way to save it. Before the results appear, you should reflect on yourself and be careful of your steps. Some things may have a particularly strong temptation before they want to do it. Weak-willed people just can't stand the test, and they can't benefit from the analysis. Such people often get a bitter "today".

Therefore, in order to make happiness accompany you and make happiness inseparable, we should recognize the situation around us and create a good atmosphere for ourselves so as not to go wrong and regret it.

The fourth article is another Father's Day without a father-in memory of his father 1500 words.

Father's Day, a day of gratitude.

More than a week before Father's Day, many friends will start planning what gifts to give their father and which hotel to take their families to celebrate. My heart aches from time to time. I can only look at them silently with envious eyes, because I will never have this opportunity again. My father left us when I was 18 years old, and I drank a bowl of Mengpo soup alone. Before he could wave, he set foot on the Naihe Bridge and went to another heaven without looking back. What is left to us is infinite pain and endless sorrow. Since then, Father's Day every year has become a holiday that I dare not and don't want to face.

Dad/kloc-founded Qingdao at the age of 0/6 and worked hard in an old enterprise for nearly 40 years. When I was young, because my father was knowledgeable and willing to work actively, I was fortunate to be a member of the first batch of cadre training classes after the liberation of Qingdao and became a formal national administrative cadre.

Dad is of medium height, gentle, and has a pair of myopic and astigmatism glasses on his nose. After entering middle age, I will add an extra pair of reading glasses when reading books and newspapers at night. When I was young, every time I saw my father wearing two pairs of glasses, we would call him "6 eyes" with a smile. Dad is generous, approachable, cheerful and sincere. People who know him speak highly of him, calling him a man who doesn't laugh or talk.

Dad is studying in a private school. His handwriting is beautiful and his calligraphy is better. I remember that a few days before the Spring Festival every year is my father's busiest day in his spare time. He will write couplets with splash ink as a Spring Festival gift to his neighbors. From the initial selection of paper, ink research, to the final writing, even the contents of couplets are from my father's hands. I remember, at ordinary times, my father would write some feelings at work, praise and expectation for a better life, modify them in sentences, and then write them in a notebook prepared in advance. When writing couplets, he will carefully take them out, carefully select what he likes, and then turn them into couplets with black characters on a red background. On the occasion of the Spring Festival every year, we feel particularly proud to see the couplets written by our father on the facade of our neighbor's house.

I remember when I was a child, my brothers and sisters looked forward to my father getting off work early every day, because my father would bring back delicious white flour steamed bread, meat buns and fried fish from time to time in the canteen of the unit. In that special era, it was some luxury goods. Especially on dad's payday, we will come to the door early and look forward to it, because dad will buy us all kinds of attractive snacks and beloved books. At this time, we will be as happy as a holiday.

Mom and dad have very good feelings, respect each other as guests and love each other. From the time I can remember, until my parents died one after another, I never saw them blushing or quarreling. Mom and dad are recognized as model couples by their neighbors. We are very happy to be bathed in such a harmonious family. Because mom and dad are approachable, we get along well with our neighbors.

Although my father is very kind to his friends and relatives, his family education is very strict. My two brothers were very naughty when they were young, and they ate a lot of sticks under their father's skin. To tell the truth, since childhood, we have a feeling of being afraid of our father. He never dotes on us. Whoever makes a mistake will be punished without mercy. After the corporal punishment, he will ask you to write down the cause and effect of the mistake, and then help you analyze it, so that you can realize the root of the mistake and ensure that similar mistakes will not be made again in the future. At that time, it seemed that dad's behavior was really unacceptable to us, even unreasonable, and I always felt that dad was a bit harsh. Now I know my father's good intentions, which can be said to be a unique way of education.

In order to improve our academic performance, my father will remind us to keep a diary for one day after we finish the homework assigned by the teacher, and stipulate that we should write a short composition according to the self-made topic every week. Sometimes my father will give us some application questions to answer according to the reality. Dad often organizes family meetings when he is free to tell us some common sense of life and the truth of being a man. Dad's words and deeds have benefited us a lot in life and study. What we have achieved is also the result of what my father heard. Many things can't last forever, but dad's love is eternal. ...

Dad has been dead for so many years, and I have always missed him. I often relive the happy life of my family in my dreams. Now every time I see my peers snuggling up to my father, I will show my envious eyes. How happy it is to have my father's care and love, and how happy it is to spend my old age with my father and enjoy family happiness!

Dear dad, if there is an afterlife, I will be your daughter! Repay you! Let you live to be over 100 years old!

Father, I love you in 350 words.

A person sits by the window, listening to music and reading his favorite extracurricular books. From time to time, a few tears fall on the book, and those tears shine in the sun.

Dad, why have you become so unreasonable? I am clearly communicating with my classmates about my study. Why do you insist that I play? You weren't like this before!

I've decided to play devil's advocate with you from now on, and I won't even look at you at dinner. Dad, I miss you!

Go home at night and ask me if I have finished my homework. I just answered you indifferently: "I have finished." I don't think you will come to check my homework, because I think you have.

I went to bed early. Just when I was sleepy, a figure flashed in front of me from time to time. I opened my eyes and looked at it carefully. It was my dad. At this time, he was haggard. He turned over some books in his hand, which was very serious. After reading the book, I put it neatly, and then turned around and saw that my quilt was not covered properly. I sighed and tucked me in. Only then did I realize that those were my books and career.

Ah! Everything is my fault. I misjudged my father. Father, I love you!