Father's love, excellent composition in grade six

In daily study, work or life, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express their thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. What kind of composition can be called an excellent composition? The following is an excellent composition (selected 1 1) of My Father's Love for the Sixth Grade. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Father's love 1 mother's love is an umbrella for you when it rains cats and dogs; Motherly love is a warm hand that lifts you up when you are injured; Motherly love is also an eager look when you are sick. Maternal love is delicate. Many people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but I think: fatherly love is great, and it is by no means inferior to maternal love.

I remember once, I was at school, looking forward to the stars and the moon, and finally it was time for school to end. I was ready to go home in high spirits, but it seemed that God was against me and it began to rain.

I pointed angrily at the sky and began to swear: "When did it stop raining in this damn weather, but it rained at this time?" I think there are no clouds in Wan Li this morning, so I didn't bring an umbrella. Look, I can't go back. Are you happy now? " After venting, I couldn't help mumbling, "Really, who would send me an umbrella in such a heavy rain?" If only my father were here! " "

Speaking of the devil, my father really gave me an umbrella. Looking at my father's tired appearance and wet clothes, I finally know what love is. I tried my best not to let my tears fall, but my tears still fell outside like raindrops. I tilted my head to the right in order not to let my father see my tears.

When I got home, I finished my dinner and did my homework. Maybe I was too tired and fell asleep in bed. I woke up early in the morning and found my father working in my room as usual, but his look was obviously different. Before, he was full of energy and held his head high every morning, but today, his face is a little pale, and his active eyelids are drooping wearily now; Those eyes are full of bloodshot; People are tired from work. I think my father has been working all night again!

Looking at such a father, I instantly understood everything: Dad worked too hard to earn money to support his family. At this moment, I suddenly felt grown up.

Father's love is not inferior to mother's love, but its expression is different. Maternal love is delicate, but paternal love is deep!

Father's love What is father's love? Is fatherly love simple? How to express fatherly love? In fact, fatherly love is the dribs and drabs in life. It often flashes in an instant, but it left a deep impression on me.

My father is a serious and steady person, who often encourages me and is strict with me in my study. At the same time, he is also a humorous person who often teases me and plays tricks on me, but I know in my heart that this is my father's love for me. I remember when I was seven years old, I envied those who could ride bicycles. My father read my mind and said to me, "Come, let's learn to ride a bike!" " "I said gloomily," but I can't ride! " Father smiled and said, "I'll teach you. You will soon learn it under my leadership. "

So, I followed my father to the basketball court to study. At first, my father held the car and I sat on it, so I could get used to balance gradually. Although I am still afraid of falling, with the help of my father, I can barely ride. I practiced for about half an hour, and my father thought I could give it a try, so he encouraged me to say, "Nice ride, or I'll let you try!" " At that time, I was impatient and said that I was unwilling to try anything. In the case of my father's half-coaxing and half-cheating, I finally got up the courage to challenge. "Hard work pays off." I tried many times, failed many times, and finally tasted the riding skills and the excitement after success! On this day, my father taught me all afternoon, and finally I learned it. Both father and son showed satisfied smiles, and I felt full of love around me at that time.

Through this experience of learning to ride a bicycle, although there are tears and laughter, fears and surprises, frustration in trying to fail, and joy in trying to succeed, what impressed me most was my father's strict requirements and encouragement, as well as our feelings and feelings, which made me feel how lucky I was to have my father's company on my growth path!

Father loves sixth grade excellent composition 3 "It was when I was a child, and I used to sit on my father's shoulder. My father is a ladder to climb to heaven, and my father is a cow pulling carts ... "This is a song written for my father. Singing the voices of countless people.

My father gave me selfless love. Once, my leg was hit by a dog at home, and the pain was unbearable. My father quickly took me to the hospital. After the doctor examined it, it turned out to be a fracture. My father ran around to register me for medicine. Looking at my father's sweaty figure, my eyes are moist, tears are swirling in my eyes, my nose is sour, and my heart is like a million bugs crawling, which is both uncomfortable and moving.

Fatherly love is severe. He is always demanding of my study. At first, I always felt bored and bored. Like a cat catching a mouse, he checks my homework with a shiny "clairvoyance". I'm afraid I missed something. I have been saying: write better words and carefully examine the questions ... and then I gradually understand that my father's strictness is my infinite expectation and deep love. After the exam, my father will turn over the test paper from beginning to end and analyze it with me. Never careless. How strict father's love is!

My father often teaches me the truth of being a man. I want to study hard and be a person who contributes to society. He also often reminds me to be a polite person. Sometimes when I meet the elders in the village, he always reminds me to call. When I go out, he always reminds me not to litter and pay attention to my words and deeds. Although my father's chatter sometimes annoys me, it was written by Rainbow, and it was deeply imprinted in my heart.

In the evening, I sit quietly at my desk and read. The thick osmanthus fragrance outside the window wafts with the wind, which is refreshing. And my father's love, like this rich osmanthus fragrance, makes me deeply intoxicated.

My father's love taught me the courage to face difficulties and overcome setbacks in life. Father's love is as gentle as the wind, as rich as flowers and as vast as the universe. Father's love is deep and selfless!

Father loves excellent composition 4 "Father loves the sea, and I am just a boat with my head held high in the sea." Whenever I think of this sentence, I can't help thinking of the operation I had last year.

It was Friday, and I just went to the toilet. I suddenly thought of a prank. I filled the toilet with laundry detergent, thinking that if my brother came in, he would fall. I started to do it, but I didn't expect my brother to fall.

After a while, I forgot about it. I fell down as soon as I went in. I lay on the floor feebly, just like a murder scene. A small corner of my teeth fell off, leaving a lot of blood on my chin. When you get up, you can't get up or climb. I looked at the ceiling and whispered "Dad".

Dad rushed over when he heard the sound and saw that my chin had dropped by a centimeter or two. Dad will take me to the hospital at once. After the examination, the doctor said that he would have an operation. My feet suddenly shook, and my father was always by my side to comfort me, so I was not so scared. It's my turn to operate. When the doctor operated on me, my father stayed by my side and never left. Then I remembered, "Dad's love is like the sea, and I am just a boat with my head held high in the sea." This sentence. I feel warm in my heart. My father loves me and cares about me. He can give everything for me, and he must be filial to him twice in the future.

After the operation was finally finished, my eyes couldn't help but see the bill on the table. Yeah! Thousands of dollars! But dad didn't say anything, paid the money and went back. Dad loves me very much. On the way home, he asked me if it hurt. He also told me not to play pranks in the future.

Through this incident, I finally feel that fatherly love is like the sea, and I am just a boat with my head held high in the sea. When I meet a storm, he always cuts through difficulties for me to meet the storm.

Father's love People say that father's love is like a mountain. Yes, his love is infinitely broad and ups and downs, but sometimes it is a long stream of water.

Father's love is hidden in his broad shoulders. The happiest thing when I was a child was riding on my father's shoulder. Once, my father and I went to see a performance. Because I am too short, but I am particularly curious, so I pulled my father's skirt and said coquetry, "Dad, I can't see. Please pick me up and feast my eyes, ok! " Dad smiled and nodded. I was very happy when I saw my father. Like a flexible monkey, I climbed up my father's shoulder along his back and watched the performance attentively. I don't know how long it took, but my pants got wet. It turned out that the father riding below was already sweating. Sweat dripped from the tip of his hair and cheeks, one drop, two drops, three drops ... because I was a six-year-old child at that time, I was only worried about not seeing the performance. How can I appreciate my father's hard work? When I grow up, I know that my father's deep love is also hidden in the sweat we ignore.

Father's love is hidden in my homework Whenever I have a problem with my homework at night, my father always explains it to me wholeheartedly, but I am distracted and my attention floats to his hand. Ah, these are a pair of hands! Bamboo-like blood vessels crisscross the bone, and his hands tremble slightly. There are no muscles on the hands, but wrinkles are clearly visible. Ah! It is such a pair of hands that hold up this family! Father is the pillar of the family, working every day, exhausted. Once upon a time, I noticed that my father had black hair and gray temples; Once upon a time, my father's strong hand on my shoulder was shaking; Once upon a time, my father's tall and burly figure had a hump. Whether it's 10 o'clock or 11 o'clock, my father will guide me to remove the "obstacles" in my exercise book one by one. Between the lines of every question lies the father's great love. ...

In this festival that belongs to my father, my eyes are full of tears, and I just want to say to my mountain-like father, "Dad, I love you. Happy Father's Day!" " "

Father loves sixth grade excellent composition 6 "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, which is better than three spring rays". Praise the greatness of maternal love, but we should not forget the fatherly love, which is also great.

Fatherly love is a bowl of noodles when I am hungry. One afternoon, because my mother was not at home, I was so hungry that I lay weakly on the sofa. My dad saw it and said to me, "Why don't I cook noodles for you?" I said, "All right." I thought to myself: how nice dad is! Dad usually does nothing at home. Soon, a bowl of delicious noodles was served on the table, and my father's face was dripping with sweat. He looked at me happily and I wolfed down my food. After dinner, I want to wash the dishes. My father stopped me and said, "I'd better wash!" " "I had to agree.

Father's love is a pair of big hands, pointing out the test paper to me when I fail the exam. Once, I didn't do well in the exam and only got 80 points. I came home depressed and thought: Dad must scold me, but he didn't scold me, but patiently guided me to correct my mistakes. There is a topic that neither of us can write, so he searched on Baidu and told me when he understood it. It was already late at night, and my father yawned. I knew my father was sleepy, so I let him go to bed, but he insisted on accompanying me to finish the wrong questions on the test paper, and I was moved beyond words.

Father's love is an encouragement when I am lost. Once I got a score of 99.5, which was 0.5 100 short. What a pity. My father said to me, "It's just a little short. It doesn't matter. Just work hard next time. " I am very touched. In the second exam, I carefully checked the paper after I finished it. I got 100 this time. My father praised me. I'm so happy!

Dad, you are so tired. You are busy with your family all day and care about my life and study. Dad, I thank you! Thank you for cooking noodles for me when I'm hungry, comforting me when I don't do well in the exam and encouraging me when I'm depressed … Dad, I love you!

Father loves me from childhood, and my father always gives me a serious feeling, not as amiable as my mother. So many times, I always walk around my mother, like a follower. Father, always busy, rarely close contact, or very close when he was very young, but I don't remember. Everyone knows that maternal love is great, and fathers love mountains.

Compared with my mother's kind care, my father is always educating me. I always feel that he is against me, but I also feel that he is tall and majestic and an insurmountable mountain. Until now, I found that my father is not tall, almost shorter than me. The first time I felt my father's love was in the third grade. One day I went to school and it rained heavily. Mother opened the window and said with concern that the doll would not go to school in such a heavy rain. I'll ask the teacher for leave then, and I'm naturally happy to hear the news. At this time, my serious father disagreed. He said that if I miss a class every time it rains, my foundation will be worse than others, and I will fall behind a lot, which will affect me. At that time, I just thought my dad was a bad guy and had to go to school. On the morning of the downpour, my father insisted on sending me to school. It rained heavily all the way. My father always carries me behind my back and covers me firmly with a big umbrella, listening to the sound of heavy rain hitting the umbrella and watching the splash of rain hitting the ground. Lying on my father's back, I feel that my father is more stalwart and my father's back is very warm. We walked for a long time to get to school. The teacher greeted my father warmly. Father told me to study hard and turn around. I wasn't wet at all, but when I turned around, I saw that my father's pants were basically soaked. Looking at his fading back, my young heart seemed to be touched and felt the invasion of love.

My father is like this, always so strict, but he loves me so much. My father loves me like a mountain. I love my parents. I will study hard and repay their love in the future!

No matter how deep the night is, no matter how deep I sleep every day, my father who comes home late will definitely come to my room and give me a good night "little kiss of love" on my cheek. Sometimes I feel the familiar warmth, and sometimes I sleep completely unconscious, but it doesn't matter, because I know that my father's love is hidden in the care of "little kiss".

Father's love is also hidden in a pair of rough but dexterous big hands, including kites made as a child, assembled model planes and chopsticks toys. Every time I explain it carefully. Although these toys are not beautiful at all, they are very interesting and have great preservation value, because they are the light emitted by father's love.

Father's love is a vivid fairy tale book, a three-character classic when I babble, a teaching material for English enlightenment, and a good teacher when I grow up. He repeated his exhortations over and over again, never getting tired or giving up, just like cultivating grass or watering young trees.

Father's love is also hidden in his strong chest. I don't know how many days he spent as a child. He is anxious to go back and forth between home and hospital. I don't know what my father's sigh means. I only remember that I like to fall asleep in my father's arms.

Father's love is also that silent face. No matter how hard and tired you are, you don't say a word, you swallow all the hardships and shoulder all the heavy responsibilities. My father's love is to let me eat in a hurry, rain or shine, and then drive me to cram school to make up my math, just to make my math progress.

During the holiday, the flower season in the park is enjoyed by our father and daughter, the theme park is the sound of our screaming, and the swimming pool is the sound of our laughing. Father's love is a wonderful memory that accompanied me around Qian Shan, and it always made me grow up happily in nature.

Father's love is a mountain, majestic and straight; Father's love is the sea, vast and boundless; My father's love is the treasure of my life, inexhaustible, always accompanying me to grow up, without asking for anything in return, as long as I am happy, as long as I am happy. I must cherish the wealth my father gave me until the ends of the earth, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like water. Father's love for us may not surround us all the time like mother's, because father will not cook good meals for us like mother's; Dress neatly for us; Send us to school and pick us up after school ... My father's love may not be expressed in too many words, but his love is always with us, with us every step of the way. Father's love is always silent, like inserting a pair of invisible wings behind us; Fatherly love always fills us with positive energy and gives us the courage to overcome difficulties and setbacks.

I remember it was when I was in primary school. Other children can go to school by themselves, but I always cry for my mother to send me. My mother couldn't bear to see me sad, so she did as I said. My father was worried when he saw it. It was a hot summer. With the cool breeze, it's almost time to go to school. My father called me to him and said with a smile,' Baby, you are in primary school. Have you grown up? Should you try to do your own thing? Dad knows you can't take the first step. Let's try to defeat the little devil in your heart, shall we? Dad believes you can go to school by yourself, and you will be more independent in the future. Can you go to school by yourself today? Dad will protect you from behind. After listening to my father's words, my heart seems to have infinite courage. From that day on, I began to go to school by myself, found my own fun on the way to school, and began to try to do everything I could.

I think of my father's tired figure running around for our lives: I think of the scene when my father didn't hesitate to go to the doctor behind my back no matter whether it was windy or rainy, no matter day or night: I think of ... tears began to roll in my eyes, as if to say loudly,' Dad, you have worked hard!' Father's love always pays silently, asking for nothing in return. Let's learn to be strong and brave! This is my father's great selfless love!

Fatherly love 10 love is always around us, like a ray of sunshine and spring breeze, which warms us when it is cold. But not all love is so obvious, maybe there is a kind of love in a corner of the road. ...

"What, I have to go by myself tomorrow?" My angry voice suddenly sounded and echoed in the bright room at night. "Yes, you are so old, and it's time to walking to school yourself!" Father's harsh voice was deafening, and mother nodded helplessly. "No, I don't want it! Why do students want me to do this instead of going by themselves! " I argued loudly and stubbornly, but my father wouldn't let go. I have no choice but to go back to my room and wait for tomorrow-the day when I walked alone for the first time.

After breakfast in the morning, I picked up my schoolbag and wanted to go to school. My parents didn't look at me either, so they just ate quietly there. I sighed and hurried out.

"alas! Knowing that it is the first time to walk alone, I don't mention the matters needing attention, hum! Forget it, I know anyway. " I muttered in my mouth, angry and annoyed in my heart. Walking on the road, I feel that every step will remind me of my father's unquestionable voice and firm eyes. I walked carefully for fear of making a wrong step and making a big mistake. A car flashed in front of me, and I was shocked and scared. It's terrible to go by yourself. Danger always appears from time to time. No wonder students don't want to go by themselves.

Suddenly, I thought I heard a bicycle behind me, so I quickly hid aside. Then I turned my head away. Ah, someone has been following me. Looking from a distance, I was surprised to find my father standing on the side of the road looking at me! My father seems to know that I found him and he has disappeared.

I felt safe with my father behind me, so I strode to school, but I still thought about the scene on the side of the road. "Father, thank you! When I was afraid and wanted to give up, you guarded me with love. Although you look strict, you proved your love for me with your actions. You are the best! "

Up to now, two years have passed, but I still remember it. I always recall my father's love by the roadside. ...

Father's love 1 1 In the process of our growth, parents' love is essential. Parents' love is so simple, but it is so great.

I remember one night when I was five years old, it was snowing outside the window and there was thick snow on the ground. The north wind hit the window violently, making my heart flow through a few chills. I have a sore throat. I want to drink some water, but I have no strength. I can't get out of bed, but I feel dizzy ... After a while, I fell asleep. "Suno, your head is very hot, you have a fever. Let's go to the hospital! " There is a familiar voice in my ear, it's dad! I opened my eyes and saw my nervous father standing in front of me. I agreed feebly, "Dad, I don't want to go." Dad said eagerly, "How can you not go!" " "Then, my father picked up his mobile phone and only received a short message: It snowed heavily today, the snow on the ground was thick and the road was slippery. Never drive out. Dad was shocked and his brain was blank, so he had to ask his mother for help. My father called my mother. My mother is away on business and can't come back. She told my father what medicine she would take and what she would do, and my father wrote it down.

My father brought me boiled water carefully and told me, "You must drink more water and don't do strenuous exercise. Just lying quietly in bed, water on the bedside table. I'll go to a nearby drugstore to buy some medicine and pay attention. " Then he got dressed and went downstairs. I looked at my father through the window and saw him trudging through the snow. It is conceivable that my father's feet must be frozen stiff! Father's face was red with cold and his hands were around him. Although it is cold, my father walks very fast. I got out of bed slowly and opened the window. The wind blows in my face like a knife. I closed the window at once. My heart is full of warm current. Just now, my father said he would go to a nearby drugstore, but I know there is no drugstore near here, and the nearest one will take about half an hour to walk!

My father loves greatness and gives us infinite love and care in the process of our growth. Mom and dad. Here, I want to say to you: "You have worked hard."