My father's fourth grade composition

In ordinary daily life, everyone has written a composition. Composition requires a complete text structure, and endless composition should be avoided. Still at a loss for composition? The following are eight compositions of Dad's fourth grade that I collected for you, hoping to help you.

My father's thick black hair is mixed with a few silver threads, his face is slightly black, his eyes are bright, he is tall and big, and his strong body can easily pick me up with a happy smile on his face. This man is my dear father.

Dad is 40 years old, but he still has a childlike innocence. One day, I walked into the house with a Rubik's cube. As soon as I entered the room, my father saw the Rubik's cube in my hand. Dad became interested, grabbed the Rubik's Cube from me and put it in his hand. He said with great interest, "Little girl, this is an educational toy. Let me borrow my dad to play. Let me see. Twist it here, then twist it there. No, no, it should be ... "Dad sat on the sofa and played happily without waiting for my answer.

Watching dad play more and more disorderly, the Rubik's cube is falling apart! I was worried to death, standing beside my father and making anxious suggestions. I saw dad turn left and right, and finally turned to one side. Dad shouted: "Ha ha! I am also very smart! " Say, dad gently pushed me away, ready to "show off". Dad confidently turned around for more than ten minutes. When I went to see my dad's grades again, I couldn't help but be surprised: how amazing! All six faces are turned over. I gave my dad a thumbs-up in admiration. Dad smiled happily, too Then he had a whim and said to me, "wouldn't it be more fun if we painted the Rubik's Cube again with paint according to our ideas?" I was amused by my father's words and burst into tears. Dad's childlike innocence that never grows old is really a great asset to our family.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously. Take the incident on Saturday night as an example. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and found the light in the study on. I looked through the door and it turned out that my father was still writing materials. The wastebasket beside the table was stuffed all over the floor. I saw my father sweating on his forehead and looking tired. I am very distressed, but I can't interrupt my father's work, so I have to go back to my room quietly.

I'm proud to have an "old urchin" father, a childlike innocence and hard work!

My father's fourth-grade composition Part 2 I was just in the first grade of primary school at that time, and I was still a child who was not sensible. When I entered the school I yearned for, I saw a beautiful female teacher. When she saw me come in, she smiled and said' Welcome to Grade One'. Go ahead. Help me arrange a seat. After all the students arrived, the female teacher began to speak: hello, my name is Wang, and I am your Chinese teacher. Next, I ask you to introduce yourselves one by one. The students are scrambling to introduce themselves. When it's my turn, my mood is like fifteen buckets of water-I'm so anxious that there is a little white rabbit banging in my pocket, thinking that the ants and feet on the hot pot are bound by chains and moving forward step by step. Seeing me like this, Mr. Wang encouraged me to say, don't be afraid. Everyone has a first time, and after doing it for the first time, they are not afraid. I said it out loud as Mr. Wang said. It was the teacher's encouragement that gave me courage.

Don't look at me doubtfully, please give me an encouragement.

I have experienced many setbacks and many storms since I was a child. How much sadness and disappointment. Time and again, unremitting and contemptuous eyes made me fall to the bottom and shout loudly, but the echo was just ignored and left to me. And so desperate.

I need you, I need your little efforts, and hope to take me from the abyss to the nature I yearn for.

I really need a vision of life. It is not dazzling, not daunting; Not so gentle, it makes me think about it day and night. What I want is a person who affirms me and makes me fearless and bold in the face of difficulties. Because, all I know is that when I turn around, you are by my side, and I can see your supportive eyes. Is a ray of warm light, shining on me, always brave and strong.

I have been boldly trying to realize my dreams, which seems to make people feel too yearning. Only in this way will I be more determined and work harder to achieve it. Let me pursue it too much. I am desperate for a wish: I will hold on to it. Others may think that all efforts can be like leaves, which may be blown away by the wind at any time. The suspicious eyes made me nervous again. Is this wish so daunting?

No, of course not. There are many beautiful things in the world. The stars are bright, the Milky Way is deep, the moon is curved and the sun is unrestrained. But will something unexpected inevitably happen? There is no reef in the sea, so it can't stimulate the waves; Life without setbacks, it is difficult to mature and self-improvement. So I'm not afraid of suffering, but what I really need is an approving look. What I need is a golden key to success.

Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter. Things in the world are never absolute, and the results are completely different from person to person. Praise and encouragement given to a person is always a stepping stone for a weak person who falls into the abyss.

My father is an amiable doctor and a serious father. My father is a doctor. When he wears white overalls, he always looks like an ancient scholar. He is short and fair-skinned, and he is simply a handsome man.

Dad is very kind to me. He left me all the delicious food. But sometimes it's nagging. You see, swords will rust if they are not sharpened, and they will fall behind if they don't study. Go do your homework and stop playing computer. As for me, I can only obey orders. Alas, poor boy, I'm too poor to even play on holidays. It's hard to have a holiday ... you're stalling, and you won't play during the summer vacation. Do your homework, do you hear?

Although my father is a nag, he is also a conscientious and good doctor. I remember that night at 1 1, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door, and I opened my hazy eyes. Hey! Did I hear you wrong? At this moment, there was a knock at the door. It seems that I heard right. I got dressed at once and walked to the door. There is an aunt between the two doors. I asked, "Aunt, what can I do for you?" I saw her embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry to bother you so late." I'm looking for Dr. Liu. " Father came out without saying a word, and hurriedly asked, "What can I do for you?" After the aunt explained the illness, his father gave him an intravenous drip. Alas, poor dad has to stay up late again. My father is really a good father and a good doctor.

My father is a strict and tireless "mentor". He demands perfection in everything, which makes me afraid of admiration.

I remember once after the exam, many students wanted to take the opportunity to relax, and I was no exception. But whenever I finish the homework assigned by the teacher and sit on the soft sofa and watch TV leisurely, my father will come over with a straight face and say seriously, "Why are you watching TV?" Have you finished your homework? "I told him that my homework had been finished, but he was not satisfied. He brought a lot of study guides from the bookcase, what a "book of dictation"! " Elementary school mathematics application problem "! Look at the picture and write "Draw an analogy with the Olympiad in the Third Primary School" ... He said to me: "Since the teacher's homework has been finished, there is nothing to do now anyway, so do these homework! Don't watch TV. Watching too much is not good for your study. Why don't you take the time to review what the teacher taught? "Well, what can I do? I had to turn off the TV and do my homework.

In fact, this kind of thing often happens. Dad always likes to find some books or give me some questions when I am "happy", and he also says "it's never too old to learn" and often reviews.

Although my father is very strict with me. But sometimes, if I do well in the exam, he will buy me some small gifts to reward me.

My father is a very unique father. Usually, he doesn't look like his father at all. He always talks and laughs with me, like a brother. But when I do my homework, he becomes very serious and stares at me like a cat, which won't give me any chance to make any small moves. When I found out that I had made a mistake, I turned into a fierce tiger, showing my fangs and claws and coming at me viciously. ...

My father is like this, like a two-faced man, with different looks at different times. Of course, my father and I had many interesting experiences! One day, I came home depressed. "Alas, I failed the math unit exam again!" I broke out in a cold sweat at the thought of my father's horrible tiger shape. Sure enough, when my father got the test paper, he couldn't help saying, "Crash!" A burst of swearing. During the revision, I changed my mind and said to my father, "There is something wrong with this paper. Otherwise, you try? " Dad agreed, and after he got the question, he began to think hard and draw in the draft book. Looking at my father's efforts, I have forgotten my previous disappointment, and I am still a little proud: haha, look, you can't do it! Sure enough, dad couldn't think of anything, so he finally had to ask me for help. I told the answer readily, and my father actually said, "I know how to do it, but I just want you to do it yourself!" " "Look, my father is like this. He's still playing tricks when he can't. He is really not like a father, but like a naughty child.

I like my father. Although he often comes home late because of busy work like many dads, I enjoy our happy time together. Dad, go home early, don't just let mom accompany me, I need your company when I grow up!

My father is like a strong and tall tree, helping children keep out the strong sunshine. I am a fish and my father is a coral. When I am in danger, my father will let me hide in his rock-solid arms so that I will not be bullied and avoid the danger of my life.

I look at my father every day. He is always so handsome. Dad's simple and honest face, strong arms and body have always protected me. When I was sad, my father comforted me with the gentlest tone, playing tricks to make me laugh from time to time, making me forget my troubles and become happy; When I am sick, my father will take good care of me and care for me, so that I deeply feel that my father's love is so great; When I am naughty, my father will discipline me with the most severe attitude, which makes me deeply understand my father's expectation of "hating iron and not producing steel".

One of the words that Dad often talks about is "It is unfilial to spoil pigs on the stove." "I know my father is mean to me because I am naughty and disobedient. It hurts when it hurts, and it will never lose the principle of discipline when it is fierce. This is my father.

Dad, today is Father's Day, and I just want to say to you, "I thank you so much, dear dad!" "

The seventh article of my father's fourth grade composition has been loved by many people since I was sensible. Of course, it has also been greatly influenced by them. Is it grandpa? Is it grandma? No, it's a humorous/funny, kind-hearted father with a smile on his mouth.

Dad pays great attention to my calligraphy. Buy me copybooks to practice since I was a child and write them one by one. Although he didn't ask me to be among the best in academic performance, he taught me to study hard and not to be sloppy/perfunctory in doing anything. Dad often tells me that when he and I were young, life was very hard. When you were your age, I had already sold things. Whenever I hear these words, I will silently encourage myself to study hard.

My father often said to me, "Be a shrewd man, be generous, don't deceive others, be responsible, be fair and not be too overbearing."

One day, my father drove me to the street and I met a classmate. He came up to me from a distance and greeted me, but I didn't answer. Dad saw it and said to me, "No matter where you meet someone you know, you should say hello. Besides, people say hello to you first. " I listened, and quickly turned to say hello to the man.

My father's wise words inspired me silently in my heart. I am lucky to have this foreign father. I must be shining on you, not blue.

My father's fourth grade composition 8 seems to involve affection from childhood to adulthood, and most of the objects described are mothers, writing about their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they bear.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

Father who is washing his face says his lips hurt. Maybe it's because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips split and blood was oozing from them. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me paint it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were full of wrinkles. I always thought I was the father of the "afterlife", but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Thinking about these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable, demanding of him and never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and I have a dull pain. I can't say why.

When I was going out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if my lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that I had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large amount of manuscript fee, plus a scholarship from the school, so I extravagant and went to a restaurant with my father. While drinking, father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house for his old age, preferably a high-rise building-he wants that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... ...

My father said something cheerfully. I cried in the dressing room on the pretext of getting some air. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. I pity my father and myself. Father said he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

Writing here, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's indifference and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father just came back with Xiao Qiao's tomb sweeping. He must pray silently in front of the grave, and Xiao Qiao's mother can bless Xiao Qiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought a small disc and is busy washing and cutting it in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard the gas turned on at home, the air smelled of happiness, even though I didn't have much money.