Write a composition following dad's example.

1. composition with dad as an example in the fourth grade (100 words) Dad is not only responsible for his work, but also gets along well with his colleagues. Once, my father saw that the elevator for delivering food in the canteen was broken, and immediately called the workers to repair it. Even the staff in the canteen respect my father. Dad is a man with a clear distinction between public and private. In the work of the unit, he is strict with his colleagues and has clear responsibilities. But in private, my father and colleagues, like brothers, are very concerned about family life and have no leadership at all. Dad is also an example for me to learn when dealing with people. ……

The power of example is infinite. Everyone has his own example. Who is my role model? Is my strict and kind father.

My father is very kind and takes care of me in all aspects of my life. I am always surrounded by the warmth of my father's love, which may be caused by human affection. But my father is very strict with me, and he is not careless in quality training and dealing with people. My father has always supported me in my studies. No matter what my grades are, he is full of confidence in me. What moved me most was that although my father was forty years old, he was able to learn a foreign language for me day and night despite the difficulties of aging and memory decline. Until now, my father still insists on reading foreign books, and even if he is busy at work, he will take time to read foreign news. I know my father did all this for me, for my foreign language tutoring. Therefore, I have no reason not to study hard and live up to my father's expectations. Dad's learning spirit is my role model and my motivation to move forward.

My father's in-depth study and continuous improvement of his work always make me admire him. He went from an ordinary grass-roots worker to a business technology manager step by step, and now I see the hard work in my eyes and keep it in my heart. Now that my father is in charge of comprehensive business work, he is naturally much busier than before. At most, he didn't come home for five days in a row. When I became a leader, my father had many social activities. Every time I see my father coming home from drinking, I feel very distressed the next day. Dad, what is more important than health? You are honest by nature, why don't you play tricks and hide? I saw that the silver line on my father's forehead increased a lot, all because I was too busy and tired at work. My father's conscientious and responsible work and meticulous dedication to the safety and efficiency of the enterprise will always be an example for me to learn!

Dad is not only responsible for his work, but also gets along well with his colleagues. Once, my father saw that the elevator for delivering food in the canteen was broken, and immediately called the workers to repair it. Even the staff in the canteen respect my father. Dad is a man with a clear distinction between public and private. In the work of the unit, he is strict with his colleagues and has clear responsibilities. But in private, my father and colleagues, like brothers, are very concerned about family life and have no leadership at all. Dad is also an example for me to learn when dealing with people.

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Dad, the father I admire most, is strict and kind. I will always regard you as my role model and forge ahead bravely on the road of life!

2. Dad, my role model composition My father is a very ordinary person. I once complained that he was a cook. Because he runs a restaurant, there is no warm smell at home. Because he stayed in the kitchen all day, he smelled either barbecue or meat.

I have always alienated him, but he is a strong man in my life and an example in my study. I learned a lot from him.

Dad often runs around all the year round, paying a lot for his family and bringing wealth and comfort to his family. But it was bought with dad's endless sweat and youth.

I seldom see my father. Sometimes we only meet once a week, because my father came back late at night, so I went to bed early. My father went out to buy food at four or five in the morning, and I never saw him again.

Gradually, the two of us met without saying hello, and there was a generation gap. I always care that he doesn't play with me. I only saw other dads playing with their children. I always blame him, but I don't want him to make our family rich and comfortable.

I sometimes think of him quietly, complain about him, hate him, but ignore that he is my favorite father. No matter whether it's windy or rainy, it's hot or cold, dad always gets up early, buys food, does business, buys food, does business … all the time, never stops.

Until then ... that time, I came back from school. Because of the rain, I hurried home and was almost soaked. I put on my suit, took a comfortable bath and ate dinner brought back by my father at home.

I looked at the rain outside the window, and my heart was extraordinarily calm, only the sound of raindrops dripping. Looming, I saw a familiar figure. It was, it was, it was my father riding a motorcycle with two baskets of vegetables behind him. I was soaked to the skin. I have an impulse to take my umbrella to my father and support him.

But so close, I find it difficult to meet my father. Gradually, the back became more and more blurred and smaller, and finally disappeared in the rain.

I'm afraid my father will catch a cold. As I expected, my father had a fever and was admitted to the hospital at night. He was exhausted by fatigue and heavy rain. But as soon as my father hung the water, he put on his raincoat. The next day, he went shopping early. After I know, my nose is sour and I can't help it. Jindouer fell down.

My resentment towards my father disappeared at once, but my love for him deepened. Although the food my father sent back yesterday was cold, there was a warm current in my heart. Dad, he is the pillar of the family, he is my role model, don't give up, don't give up, stick to it.

3. Your father writes a model essay of not less than 400 words, a kind of love will affect your motivation when you fail; There is a kind of love that inspires you to continue your efforts when you succeed; There is a kind of love that urges you to make up when you make a mistake. There is a kind of love that inspires you to cheer up when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love. Fatherly love is not as gentle, warm and comfortable as maternal love, but fatherly love has its unique color. It is deeply implicit and silently dedicated to children. It is down-to-earth, it is real, and it has always been paid like this. My father's love for me is special. I remember I learned to ride a bike when I was six years old. Father picked me up and I was afraid to ride. I stopped riding as soon as my father let me go. My dad was so angry that I helped him halfway and immediately stopped. The center of gravity of the car was unstable, so I fell down and fell badly. Say that finish hug me get on the bus and continue to teach me. This time, I didn't dare to be careless. I focused all my thoughts on cycling and didn't notice that my father had let go. In this way, I learned to ride a bike. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn't expect my father's contribution. Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag and spilled rice all over the floor, leaving me at a loss. Then I saw my father's eyes and was worried. Happily, my father should help me deal with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could do something for me. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the mistakes I made and told me to put the rice back in the bag. I choked back tears and said that I was hungry and tired after picking up all the rice, and my heart was full of confusion. Other people's fathers are "afraid of falling into their hands and putting them in their mouths" for their children, while mine. When I got home, I didn't care about complaining. I hurried to sleep after eating. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She reproachfully said to my father, "The child is too young, why let her do such a job!" " Dad said, "If a child makes his own mistake, he must bear it himself. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up. " At that moment, I understood what fatherly love was. What is father's love like? It is subtle warmth, it is painstaking to children, it is special, it is sincere.

4. Your father writes a composition of not less than 400 words for the example, and a kind of love will affect your motivation when you fail; There is a kind of love that inspires you to continue your efforts when you succeed; There is a kind of love that urges you to make up when you make a mistake. There is a kind of love that inspires you to cheer up when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love.

Father's love is not as gentle, warm and comfortable as mother's love, but it has its unique color. It is deeply implicit and silently dedicated to children. It's practical, it's true, and it's always been like this.

My father's love for me is special. I remember I learned to ride a bike when I was six years old. My father hugged me, and I was afraid to ride. I stopped riding as soon as my father let me go. Now my dad was so angry that he helped me halfway, and I stopped right away. The car was unstable and fell down. I also fell down gently and cried. My mother watched helplessly. Then carry me to the car and continue to teach me. This time, I dare not be careless. I was so absorbed in cycling that I didn't notice that my father had let go of his hand. In this way, I learned to ride a bike. I secretly praised myself for being smart, but I didn't expect my father's efforts.

Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag and spilled rice all over the floor, leaving me at a loss. At this time, I saw my father's eyes, worried and happy. I'm worried about how my father will blame me. I'm glad my father can help me with this. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could do something for me. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the rice myself and told me to take it. After picking up all the rice, I was hungry and tired, and my heart was full of confusion. Other people's fathers are "afraid of falling in their hands and melting in their mouths" to their children, but why should my father do this? When I got home, I didn't care about complaining. I hurried to sleep after eating. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She reproachfully said to my father, "The child is too young, why let her do such a job!" " Dad said: "children should bear their own mistakes." If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up. " At that moment, I understood what fatherly love meant.

What is fatherly love? It is subtle and warm, it is painstakingly managed for children, it is special and sincere.

Dad is my role model. Speaking of the role model in my heart, how can I have a father!

My father is of medium height and thin. He is in his thirties this year. He has a dark face, bright eyes, a high nose and a pair of small glasses. My father is very humorous. Whenever the children play with me, he plays jokes on them. In fact, he often plays jokes on me. One morning, I was late, and my father and I hurried downstairs to school. Dad suddenly said, "I forgot my schoolbag!" " "This really scared me.

Dad is very concerned about my study. I remember once on the Internet, when I came home from school, my teacher assigned me a task: to go home and draw a picture. I went home and thought about it for a long time, but I didn't figure out what to draw, so I told my father about it and asked him for help. Dad said, don't worry. I will work it out with you. Finally, we found the cartoon of the tortoise-rabbit race in the cartoon, and we decided to draw this picture. In a short time, I finished crayon drawing and proudly showed it to my father. Who knows, my father solemnly said, "Your painting is not very vivid and does not reflect your level." I thought my father would scold me, but as a result, my father patiently said, "The reason why you can't draw well is that you use crayons directly. You should draw a rough outline with a pencil first, then draw the edge with a colored pencil, and then draw the color. " I did as my father asked, and drew a satisfactory picture of the race between the tortoise and the hare.

My father is such a person, with wisdom in humor and severity in patience. He is an example in my heart.

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6. Write a composition on the topic of "My father's heroic deeds". Hello: I wrote this before, so there is a backup in the computer. "I have a good father with broad shoulders and thick palms; Work hard for me and set a good example for me. I have a good father with broad shoulders and thick palms; It seems to be a safe harbor, and there is no storm in your arms. Dad, I love you, and I don't know how to repay you ... "This is a song I learned to sing in kindergarten. Every Father's Day, the melody of this song will ring in my heart. Some people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. But I think fatherly love is also the greatest. My father, though an ordinary man, is in my heart. The reason for saying this is not because he has any earth-shattering heroic deeds, but because he accepts me, appreciates me, cares about me, is willing to spend time with me, has a sense of responsibility and can establish authority! Because of this, it is enough to prove that he can be a hero in my heart. If we look at the above six aspects, there will be endless things! What I remember most is my tenth birthday ... that time, my father was on a business trip in Beijing, and he promised me that he would come home on time for my birthday. The day after his return trip, it was my birthday, but when he arrived at the airport, he was told that he could not take off on time because of the plane failure. My father stood at the information desk and called me immediately. I was so disappointed that I almost cried. If my father doesn't give me a birthday, I won't be in a good mood. My father was sad, too. Why did the plane break down at this important moment? I can't go home for my baby daughter's birthday. Hey! "Dad repeatedly sighed at the other end of the phone, and he also felt my disappointment. He was so anxious that he shouted to the lady at the service desk, "When will the plane take off? "There are hundreds of flights on the plane, but my daughter's tenth birthday is only once!" I put down the phone and was deeply moved by my father's last sentence. I thought: even if he can't come back, I won't blame him. The next night, my father finally came home with a tired body, but he didn't fall asleep because he was too tired. Instead, he said to me, "daughter, I'm sorry I came back a little late." But I succeeded. Happy birthday to you! " Come on, this is a gift I bought for you! "I'm so happy. Dad is such a responsible dad! I once asked my father, "What kind of' magic' do you attract me?" Dad smiled and pointed at my little nose and said, "Haha, I have a secret! That is: the power of six! " I wondered, "What is' six'?" Dad went on to say, "you little English expert, don't you know?" "Look up the English dictionary: acceptance, appreciation, love, time, responsibility and authority. Are these English words all based on! " I quickly looked it up in the dictionary and suddenly understood: "No wonder it's six!" " "It turns out that dad bought a lot of books in order to be a good dad, and learned these six things from books. My good father, you have worked hard! I love dad! You are my hero.

7. Write a short article about "examples". When I was a child, my role model was my father. I thought he knew everything. In primary school, my role model is my teacher. I thought she was knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Now, my role model is my closest mother. My mother is the most ordinary person, but she is the most extraordinary one. I often ignore her because I get along with her day and night. Her love is always so intangible and selfless that I will never find it. In spring, a hundred flowers blossom. When I am still sleeping soundly, you get up early and make breakfast for me. When I have fallen asleep happily, you are still tirelessly busy under the lamp. On the solstice of summer, the sun is scorching, and I recite Li Bai's incomprehensible sentence "Morality should be clear, position should not be high ..." I don't know that you have quietly fanned the water for me behind my back. How many days and nights have passed! Autumn is coming, and the autumn wind is rustling. You worked tirelessly with me day and night. Although you can't help me with my studies, you have tried your best to make me carefree. Winter night, the cold wind whistling, you knit me a sweater during the day and cover me with a quilt at night. My hands are still white under your careful care and are not oppressed by the "Winter God". However, mother, great mother! Your hands are getting old. Flowers bloom and fall, and spring comes to Qiu Lai. "The past days were like smoke, blown away by the wind, like fog, blown away by the wind ..." "The moonlight is hazy and the birds are hazy." Now, (daughter-son) has grown up, and you are no longer in your prime, mom! How much you have paid for me! Mom, a role model around me! \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ X09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 \ x09 what are some examples? The example is a boat, let me raise the sail of hope and take me to the other side of victory; An example is a lamp that illuminates the road of life and drives away the dark hesitation; The example is a compass, which guides me in the direction of progress and makes me no longer confused. There is also an example around us that is worth learning. The little girl selling soy sauce is honest and trustworthy, which is worth learning. One Sunday, the drizzle covered the narrow street with a layer of cicada-like gauze. I came to the market early to buy soy sauce. In front of the booth, the 13-year-old girl stood with a faded umbrella. "8.3 1 one bottle and two bottles for you 16.50." The little girl answered clearly. "I'll have a drink!" He reached out and handed over ten dollars. The little girl took the money, conveniently took a bottle, wiped off the rain on the bottle with clothes, and carefully put it into a plastic bag. "Here, please accept it." She said, and gave me change. I saw her rummaging in the box for a long time before she looked up and said to me, "Sorry, I don't have any change. This is one yuan. I'm still 20 cents short ... "

I took a dirty and rotten one-dollar bill and stared at her angrily, thinking: Hum! Just want to take advantage! She spoke again: "Sorry, can I call you later?" I hesitated. She added, "Otherwise, I'll send it to you at noon. Where do you live? " I knew at once that she was lying. It's only twenty cents. Forget it! Although I thought so, I told her my home address in a rage. But after a while, I forgot about it. While I was enjoying lunch, I only heard a knock at the door. Who could it be? I thought to myself. Dad is busy opening the door. Isn't this the little girl who bought soy sauce in the morning? "Sorry, your change is twenty cents," the little girl said shyly. I went to the door and said shyly, "why on earth did you come?" I thought ... ""This money is yours. How can I not come? " Say that finish, put a piece of twenty cents into my hand, and I got into the boundless drizzle ... It was raining in Mao Mao. At this time, the twenty cents in my hand seems to be no longer twenty cents, which contains credibility and a little girl's honest and trustworthy heart. I have been following her example since she left. Her honesty and trustworthiness are worth learning.

8. Composition: Example 600 words to write parents 1 My role model is my mother. My mother is not only understanding, but also an expert in mathematics.

I remember once, just after our family had finished eating, my mother said to me, "You have to wash the dishes today! So, I first collected chopsticks in the kitchen, then wiped the dining table, soaked the bowl, washed it, and finally put it in the basin. Suddenly. I broke the bowl at once, because it was too slippery, so I accidentally broke it. After I explained these things to my mother, my mother said kindly, "son, don't be so careless in the future!" I quickly said, "Mom, thank you for forgiving me." Mom smiled and said, "Remember, don't do such careless things again." . I said happily, "I will never do such a careless thing again."

I remember another time, Mr. Liu, a math teacher, gave several people in our class an Olympic math test paper, including me. I replied to go home, and I quickly picked up the Olympic math test paper and did it. Suddenly there was a question I didn't understand, so I asked my father. Father took a look and said, "You have done such a difficult topic at such a young age." So, my mother came over and said, "This question is really simple." Just listen to my mother's brush and it's done. My mother is really amazing!

Dad, you are my role model.

My father, a very ordinary person, I once complained that he was a cook. Because of the restaurant, his home has no warm smell. Because he stays in the kitchen all day, he smells like barbecue or meat. I have always alienated him, but he is a strong man in my life and an example in my study. I learned a lot from him.

Dad often runs around all the year round, paying a lot for his family and bringing wealth and comfort to his family. But it was bought with dad's endless sweat and youth. I seldom see my father. Sometimes we only meet once a week, because my father came back late at night, so I went to bed early. My father went out to buy food at four or five in the morning, and I never saw him again. Gradually, the two of us met without saying hello, and there was a generation gap.

I always care that he doesn't play with me. I only saw other dads playing with their children. I always blame him, but I don't want him to make our family rich and comfortable. I sometimes think of him quietly, complain about him, hate him, but ignore that he is my favorite father.

No matter whether it's windy or rainy, it's hot or cold, dad always gets up early, buys food, does business, buys food, does business … all the time, never stops. until then ...

That time, I came back from school. Because of the rain, I hurried home and was almost soaked. I put on my suit, took a comfortable bath and ate dinner brought back by my father at home. I looked at the rain outside the window, and my heart was extraordinarily calm, only the sound of raindrops dripping. Looming, I saw a familiar figure. It was, it was, it was my father riding a motorcycle with two baskets of vegetables behind him. I was soaked to the skin. I have an impulse to take my umbrella to my father and support him. But so close, I find it difficult to meet my father. Gradually, the back became more and more blurred and smaller, and finally disappeared in the rain.

I'm afraid my father will catch a cold. As I expected, my father had a fever and was admitted to the hospital at night. He was exhausted by fatigue and heavy rain. But as soon as my father hung the water, he put on his raincoat. The next day, he went shopping early. After I know, my nose is sour and I can't help it. Jindouer fell down.

My resentment towards my father disappeared at once, but my love for him deepened. Although the food my father sent back yesterday was cold, there was a warm current in my heart.

Dad, he is the pillar of the family, he is my role model, never give up, never give up, stick to it. ...

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9. My father's gratitude to my parents. "I am very grateful to have you and have the courage to be myself with me all my life ..." Every time I hear this song, my father's little care for me emerges in front of me, which makes me feel so moved.

I always tell myself that I must be grateful to my father and never disappoint his love for me. The eagle soars because of its meticulous care.

Now, my baby eagle is thriving under his training and education. One day, I will fly into the blue sky. Now, he is ambitious and very strict with me.

Every Sunday, he will let me read extracurricular books, recite English words and do math exercises at home. I used to resent his actions and often contradict him, but he was not impatient, patiently reasoned with me and set an example for me.

On Sunday, unlike other dads, he didn't go out for tea and cards, but stayed at home to study with me and explain difficult problems to me. He also bought a lot of books to study at home, which moved me very much and made me understand his painstaking efforts, and I gradually understood the importance of learning. My father not only cares about my study, but also my health. Whenever cooking is done at home, he keeps putting it in my bowl and insists that I eat more.

When he is not at home at ordinary times, he often calls me back, asking me to eat more, not to be picky about food, asking my mother to make me more delicious food, asking my mother to dress me warmly and not to freeze me. I remember last week, I said I was a little cold when I slept at night. My father hurried to the supermarket and bought me a hot water bottle. In the evening, he personally put hot water on my bed, which made me feel extremely warm.

I grew up with my father's meticulous care. Now, I am a fifth-grade student. I love my family, my teacher and my classmates. I am kind, lively and healthy, all of which my father gave me.

Father, poetry and songs can't finish singing the love you have paid for me. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division can't count the hard work you have done for me. A thousand words can only be condensed into one beautiful sentence: "Dad, thank you, my son won't let you down".

Fatherly love Everyone says that maternal love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. But I think sometimes my father's love is deeper. My father is like a tree, and my mother and I are resting beside him. There are many poems and songs praising mothers, but few fathers. In the eyes of most people, my father is strict and fierce, but he cares about his family very much. Once, I just finished school, and a classmate was right. "Is your father stupid? Isn't this about caring for the next generation? How can you say that? " I said indignantly. My classmate retorted, "My father can say whatever he likes. It's none of your business. Why are you yelling at me? Hum. " Looking at the back of my classmates, my nose is sour. I can say whatever I want. This is the classmate's opinion. This reminds me of what happened at the dinner table. A few days ago, I cooked my favorite steamed meat at home, and a plate of steamed meat was full, which made my mouth water. Finally, my mother and I praised my father's cooking while eating. By the end of the meal, I found that my father had only eaten. "I have eaten a lot. If you don't eat, I will give it to my mother. " I just swallowed my tears. My father looked at me and smiled and said, "That's right." Father's love is great and we can't ignore it! My father held up the blue sky for me and applauded for a long time. Standing on the podium, I am very excited with the calligraphy award certificate, but at this time I just want to say to my father, "Thank you, my dear father." I have been a naughty child since I was a child.

When you are free, you can either catch cicadas in the trees or go fishing for shrimps in the river. Bored, I couldn't help drawing a few little people on my father's paper.

In order to cultivate my "concentration", my father asked me to grasp the writing brush, but it has been eight years since this grasp. With my father's help, I won three first places and one second place in the district competition.

I can't help feeling smug in my heart: "Dad, don't let me take part in any competition in the future. As soon as I went out, I went home first. " Father smiled.

Took me to visit the juvenile painting and calligraphy exhibition held in the province. Only when I saw the exquisite calligraphy works on the wall did I understand what a frog in a well is.

My father showed me one by one. Some words are magnificent, some are fresh and elegant, some are like tall and straight mountains and turbulent seas, and some are like mountain streams, which are memorable. Father smiled and asked, "What's the matter?" I clenched my father's hand: "Dad, go home and put pen and ink aside, I won't be left behind!" " "The father smiled softly again.

"When you start writing, you are practicing calligraphy", which is what my father often teaches me. In summer, the sun is scorching.

I am at the square table, letting pen and ink flow. My father sent me an electric fan and an air conditioner, and gave me careful guidance at the dinner table: "It is necessary to practice calligraphy with your heart, so that you can make progress."

In winter, the cold wind is biting, and my father is always by my side. I washed my pen, but I forgot the frostbite on my hand.

Every time I write, he always reminds me: "This person should be like this word, steady and square." I know my father's heart.

This time, I won another prize in the provincial calligraphy exchange competition. My father looked at me from the audience with that kind smile on his face.

Thank you, dear dad, for bringing me the fragrance of pen and ink and propping up this blue sky that belongs to me.