A 200-word segment describing father, describing junior high school composition.

1. The fragment describing the father's love (within 200 words) is about to enter junior high school, and the homework is heavy. When you finish your homework, you have to wait until the hour, and you don't finish your homework until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry.

I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow.

What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice. I turned off the light and went to bed immediately.

I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What is wrong with me doing this? " Just a little procrastination. What's the matter? Can you blame me? "This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes.

I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right.

One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night.

Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken. I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that.

But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't.

I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret.

I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love.

I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "After two letters, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm! "He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, just do it as long as you feel right! I deeply felt my father's love and care for me.

Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

2. A fragment describing the details of relatives, 200 words. The first fragment of junior high school level: My mother is riding more and more slowly, but I am worried about being late for school. My mother knew what I was thinking, and gave me a good beating. I stopped my mother about 0/00 meters from school/kloc-. My mother opened the umbrella and handed it to me first. She took off her raincoat from me and urged me to go to a higher place for fear that I would get wet in class.

When I walked to the school gate with an umbrella, I looked back and saw my mother in a raincoat still standing in the rain and looking at me. Her feet stood in the rain and waved to me, which meant telling me to go to school quickly. I saw my mother's hair wet and stuck to my face, and my heart was sour, so I turned my head and hurried to school.

I seem to see my mother turn the car around, and that little blue dot disappears into the vast rain curtain. Segment 2: I don't remember what a dark night it was, and it suddenly rained heavily.

After the evening self-study, the rain did not stop. I waited anxiously for my mother with hope, and time passed by. Just when I was desperate, a familiar and strange figure appeared in front of me-it was my father! I can't help but be moved.

My father handed me an umbrella, hugged me, told me to put on rubber shoes, and then bent down to lift the changed shoes. In a flash, a thrilling feeling came to my mind. How many nights like this, how many times in this weather, my mother came to pick me up, today ... fragment 3: white hot soybean milk.

Early that morning, grandma invited me to drink soy milk made by her own hands. My neighbor and I sat in a row, enjoying the faint smell of soybean milk.

Watching the hot air rise and spread, I saw grandma's eyes narrowed into a crack and her weather-beaten face. "Is it delicious?" "good to drink! Grandma's soy milk is the best! " "Drink well, drink more, and you will have the spirit to go to school after drinking!" I saw grandma's smiling face again.

After drinking the soybean milk that has been sweet to my heart, I seem to understand what happiness is ... Paragraph 4: The next day, I took a bunch of carefully pruned jasmine flowers to visit my mother in the hospital. Gently pushed open the door, I saw my father's head leaning on the edge of the bed, holding my mother's hand tightly in my arms and sleeping soundly.

Maybe my footsteps woke my father. He shook his head, gently put down his mother's hand and pulled me out. "Dad, why don't you find a bed to sleep in?" "I'm afraid your mother won't wake me up at night. I held my hand in my arms. As long as her hand moves, I wake up. "

After that, I went to buy breakfast. Looking at my father's tired figure, a warm current welled up in my eyes and tears were flying.

Paragraph 5: Once, my bicycle chain broke down on the road, and I couldn't ride another step. I had to push my bike home in the dark. It's already eight or nine o'clock. I haven't seen my father's face yet, so I have to tell my mother about it. There is no mechanic in the village. How are we going to school tomorrow? When we were worried, my father dragged his tired body home. After learning that my car was broken, he didn't wash his hands or drink water, so he found tools such as screwdriver and hammer to fix it.

Because it is the first time to do this car repair work, it can't be repaired. I waited until 1 1 o'clock, and went to bed at my mother's urging. Occasionally, I heard tinkling sounds in my sleep.

When I woke up the next day and looked at the car, I found that it had been repaired and polished. Paragraph 6: Under the scorching sun, I accompanied my father to dig garlic in the field.

When I came to the farm, my father only asked me to dig twice, and he went six times by himself. "I can also dig two more times."

I'm a little unconvinced and said. "Children can't do so much work, and they will be exhausted."

Father dug garlic and his face was radiant with a long-lost smile. I was speechless, but I felt as if my heart was shaken. Under the scorching sun, my father's forehead and cheeks were already covered with sweat, which melted in the soil drop by drop. I understand why my father asked me to save money for school.

Father wiped his sweat with his thin arm from time to time. Seeing this, I couldn't help running to the kettle, wetting the wet towel and rushing to send it to my father. Father sighed slightly while wiping, and said, "You must study hard and don't work so hard in the fields, you know?" "Don't worry, I know how to make money." Part VII: "Hey, Xiao Xin, what did you bring for this outing?" Hey, why don't you get some more apples? It doesn't matter whether you are hungry or not, you must never be thirsty! I have to stay all day! "Mom rummaged through my schoolbag and said.

"Oh, mom, my good mother. I'm not going to travel around the world. Why do I bring so many things? I just need to bring a loaf of bread, an apple and a bottle of water. "

I said. "If you don't listen to me, you can't ..." When I finally got on my bike and tried to run, my mother shouted at the window, "Be careful on the road! Come back early, call if you need anything ... "Segment 8: After a while, my father came running excitedly with some apples in his arms.

He handed me the apples one by one from the window. Looking at my father's frosty white hair, I can't help shivering. The last apple missed and fell to the ground. Dad quickly bent down to pick it up. At this moment, the car started. Dad quickly wiped the dirty apple on his clothes and handed it to me again.

When the car started, my father waved outside the window and shouted anxiously, "Don't eat that apple, it hasn't been cleaned yet ... don't forget to write home at school." Tears welled up in my eyes, dripping on my hands, dripping on the apples still stained with dirt.

Paragraph 9: My brother once told his parents that he was fine with a smile on his face during the Spring Festival, but he told me about his living environment that night by smoking inferior cigarettes: in a room less than 10 square meters, there were five people sleeping on the floor, and the room was dark, humid and turbid, with the smell of smoke, rotten garbage and crowded cabins ... My brother finally said: You must go to college! The night my brother went south again, I lost sleep. Staggered in my mind are the crowded tide of migrant workers at the station and the thin figure of my brother.

I sympathize with the children of the poor! Some people choose to go out to work, such as my brother.

3. Write a 200-word action description about family members. I want to be original. When I came home in the third grade, my grandfather was sitting in the innermost part of the sofa, holding an old pipe in his hand, crossing his legs and jumping from time to time. Father sat on the sofa on the right hand side, holding a teacup in his hand, took a sip, raised his hand gently and said, "Your grandmother. I hurried to the kitchen. Grandma took a celery and carefully selected it. When she saw me, she stood up and came to me trembling. I rushed forward to hold it: "Milk, where is my mother? "Grandma grabbed my hand and said," I haven't returned yet! ""I nodded and said, "Milk, rest, I'll choose." "alas." Then grandma left trembling. This was made up on the spot. I wonder if it's enough for 200. Can continue to expand. I don't think it's your business, it's your family's business, so I didn't write your actions. Except "hurry to the kitchen"

4. The theme of the composition about maternal love or fatherly love (about 200 words) is love hidden in the quilt. She is an unfortunate child. As soon as she was born, her biological parents threw her on a bridge in the country. She was picked up by a man in his forties. That man is an old bachelor in the village because he can't afford a wife. He milled rice, cooked rice, fed her, held her to sleep, used rags as diapers and taught her to call her "Dad". The man happily lifted her over his head and couldn't wait to show off to the whole village that he had a daughter. When she first came, she was very thin and cried every day. The man hugged her and asked the family who had just given birth about the experience of raising children. People can see that he is forty years old and washes piles of diapers by the river every afternoon. When the farm is busy, the man takes her to the field with a basket. When the man was harvesting, she sat in the basket and played. Sometimes she eats dirt. Sometimes I pull weeds. My little face and hands are black, so the man turns to see her smile from time to time. The little girl grows up day by day and is still thin, but she is very healthy and seldom gets sick. The man couldn't read, so he named her "Yaya". When Yaya was 5 years old, the man changed her better clothes and said cheerfully, "My aunt is old and naked all day." Children of the same age begin to learn. The man longed to see it in his eyes. He began to help people do more work and save a little money. A year later, he sent her to primary school. In order to save more money, he began to go up the mountain with the young man to cut wood and burn charcoal. Seeing him carrying a tree twice as heavy as him down the mountain, the villagers said, "Girl, it's no different if you can read." The cliff is steep and may be disabled if he is not careful, but he doesn't go off work every day. In winter, the charcoal he burned sold for more than 800 yuan, enough for his daughter's tuition for two years. He felt that after having a daughter, life suddenly had a pursuit and a plan. He is going to send her to the middle school in the town, and he is very proud of himself. Yaya's grades are really good, and she is good at Chinese and math every time. Your father's surname is Wang, so call him Wang Shuixian. In order to earn enough money to send her to junior high school, the man fell down while chopping wood. He was carried to the health center by the villagers, and the doctor said it was all right, but there was no fracture. So he refused to let him go to the town to see a doctor. After lying at home for more than three months, I can walk, but I am a little lame. In three months, Narcissus learned to go home and cook for her father. She is only 1 1 years old. Hard life and poor family made her mature prematurely. The next year, she was admitted to the junior high school in the town. The man was afraid that she would catch cold, so he put the only two quilts at home into a snakeskin bag and carried them to her school. After her father left school, she was embarrassed to take them out. The girls in the dormitory have either satin quilts or quilts. The lining turned yellow, and the face was bright red and green. She doesn't feel well. She was worried that her father would freeze to death at home from now on, but she would rather freeze to death than take out these two ugly quilts. But it was really cold at night, so she took out the quilt and wrapped it in her body and cried. In class, she is a girl who always walks against the wall. But she was always the first, so she didn't. In fact, it is not the students' exclamation when the teacher looks at the scores, but a beautiful quilt without peculiar smell. One day in the second day of junior high school, my father suddenly came to school. Behind him is an excited couple. The woman said, "When I saw her, I thought it was …" They touched her face again and again. She looked at her embarrassed father and suddenly understood. Father came, adjusted her clothes and said sadly, "No". Their family is in good condition. You can go to college with them in the future ... "She looked at all this blankly. The couple wanted to give her father 20 thousand yuan, but he refused. She was taken away by her new parents before she could return to the village. She has never seen such a magnificent house. She has a room of her own, a bed of her own, covered with sheets and quilts of the same color. She bit by bit. She's not dreaming. She obediently changed her name to parents. When she mentioned her adoptive father in front of them, she wisely called her "Uncle Wang". Her name was changed to "Chu". She was sent to the best school in the city. Her room has a small balcony with her own piano and computer. Her parents gave her a lot of pocket money, and she saved it bit by bit. Although she doesn't want to go back to the village, she is thinking about "Uncle Wang". Do you have a warm quilt? She goes back to visit Uncle Wang every holiday, and every time she goes back, she will stir up the whole village. When she leaves, he always sends her to the village entrance. She felt very sad to see his shadow hunched and limped in the sunset. Her parents told her that they gave birth to her before they got married and would throw her on a bridge in the country. Many years later, they got married. But I can't get pregnant again. My parents never doubted whether she was born. Until one day, when my parents took her for vaccination and checked her hepatitis antibody, I checked her blood type by the way. After the results came out, the couple were stunned. This little girl 15 years old can't be their child at all. The couple discussed it all night and decided not to tell her the news. They have kept her for two years, and even pets have feelings. What's more, she is a well-behaved girl of the same age as their children. But the couple became obviously cold to her. She thinks she is not good enough, so she studies harder. When she came home from school, she did all the cooking and washing dishes, but she still couldn't satisfy her parents. They don't like her making noise when eating, being generous and clumsy when inviting guests at home. She began to miss her adoptive father. Although her family is poor, he never dislikes himself. She peed in bed when she was ten years old, and he never said a word about her. One day in the third grade, she suddenly fainted to the ground. After being taken to the hospital by the teacher, her parents came in a hurry. She has a tumor on her head and needs craniotomy. Her parents had the idea of sending her back. Instead of telling her, they silently took her to the village and found her adoptive father. The adoptive father didn't say anything either.

5. I wrote a clip about my father. Looking at this face with more than 200 words, my heart was shocked.

A kind of acidity comes to mind, is it sad or moved? None of them seem to be right. What face is this! I don't know how many times the dark skin has been exposed to the sun, and the criss-crossing wrinkles are full of vicissitudes.

The deep-set eyes under the high brow bone seem to be looking at the distance. Are they expecting anything? His lips slightly open, is it a sigh or a tired smile? The corners of the mouth are short of white saliva foam because they have not been moistened by water for a long time, and the lower lip has a dark green lump because of dryness, which makes me feel thirsty. The bowl of sugar water cooled for him may relieve the fatigue of the day.

A piece of white cloth wrapped around the forefinger, perhaps a knife mark or a blister ground by a hoe, did not weaken the strength and strength shown by those hands at all, as if it could hold up the whole sky, yes! He bears the burden of the whole family. Other versions: 1 I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the end of the year. My classmates were talking about the beauty of spring blossoms happily, but I felt bad.

Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue."

After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever."

My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead.

I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days.

Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute. Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side.

When I got well, I found that my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more ... 2. My father was always introverted about his children's love. He doesn't like talking about love as much as his mother does, but only expresses 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 are under.

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.

6. The composition describing the father's details should be fast and innovative, as written by junior high school students. Thank you. Well, 1 Mix hot water for my father. When his father slowly put his feet into the water and gently held his father's feet, he only felt his father's feet shaking slightly.

"Is it hot?"

"No, just right, just right!"

Father's reflection rippled gently. Facing the light, I didn't see my father's expression clearly, but because the light formed a halo, my hair was a little short and my gray hair was more obvious.

He is over 50 years old. Wearing a pair of glasses with high myopia. He carefully took off his glasses and wiped them with the hem of his clothes.

When the weather turned cold, my father said with concern, "It's cold, so put on more clothes." "Oh, I see." I don't care. Suddenly looking back, my father's old face and concerned eyes came into view, and my heart trembled slightly. ...

The night is still so deep and silent; The moon is still so round and bright. I can't forget the figure that stood in the cold wind for a long time.

I only remember that it was so cold that night, and the humid air seemed to be mixed with rain. As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of the classroom because I was frozen stiff. It was dark outside, and several deciduous old trees were shivering in the cold wind. Oh, the figure standing in the cold wind: like a pine tree, like a cypress tree ... he tried his best to find it in the crowd and let the cold wind lift his coat and get into his trousers. It turned out that my father knew that I was afraid of the dark and came to pick me up when I was a child. ...

Oh, the wind is blowing and the moon is rising. In the moonlight, I can clearly see my father's face: high cheekbones, sunken eyes and wrinkled skin ... Suddenly, I realized what an unfilial daughter I was. Father, over the years, you have obviously become old and thin. Can you forgive your daughter's unfilial behavior?

Oh, love is deep in my heart ...

The 7.200-word composition about fatherly love has been revised in some places. Father loves like a song. I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father.

I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on."

I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard.

When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them."

After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth, let me admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life! Father remembers that one day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued.

The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, my father and daughter had a quarrel, so ... after listening to this story, I was shocked and moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.

Remember: when I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief.

I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk. When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine.

That time, because you didn't take medicine, you hit me, and your handprint was printed on my * * *, and I cried so sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers.

I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time. When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten.

You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.

When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me.

I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play. When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st.

You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts. ..... Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the middle school.

Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head. But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me.

Give me strength and warmth silently. Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you.

However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father. Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him.

Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories, listening to my sadness ... You are by my side, watching me grow up and watching me gradually learn to be strong and independent. Father has always cared about me and protected me.

Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain ... Dad, I know you have troubles, you have pressure, and you will be tired.

So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad! Father likes fragrance. When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love.

Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored.

Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love. One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park.

Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush."

The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross."

But before it was over, my father asked the same question again ... so again and again, we are here.