My father’s senior year composition

In daily study, work or life, everyone often comes into contact with compositions. According to the characteristics of propositional writing, compositions can be divided into propositional compositions and non-propositional compositions. So how is a general composition written? Below is my father’s senior year essay that I compiled for you. You are welcome to share it. My Father's Senior High School Composition 1

The cool breeze came and I shivered involuntarily. I stood up and closed the window, and a few drops of rain hit my face. I wiped it, but touched a scar on my face. The past gradually came to my mind... As long as I can remember, I have known that my father does not like to talk. In Xia Li, the neighbors were sitting and chatting together, and he just listened on the sidelines. When the wonderful things were said, all he could hear was his honest laughter. My mother was frail and sick, and my father was responsible for all the work inside and outside the house. His body and bones had long been deformed by the merciless years.

My father often goes out to work and has no time to discipline me. It is because I have been carefree since I was a child that I have developed some bad habits. I often go to other people's orchards or vegetable gardens with friends from the neighborhood to steal things. Whenever I bring "trophies" home and my father asks about them, I always dismissively say they were "stolen." The veins on my father's face are clearly visible, and he apologizes to others without saying a word. , the naive me never understood the pain in my father's heart. Maybe there was a rift in our relationship from that time on.

I admire people who are immersed in a world of wealth and indulgence. They exude a kind of decadent beauty. It is a kind of free and easy beauty that is neither sacred nor profane. I like to call it art, as wild as rock music and as unrestrained as graffiti. I think people who are between these two realms must have rebellion that is inconsistent with the world, and this kind of rebellion is those who dare not give up their "heroic dreams" but are overwhelmed by reality. Faced with " "Freedom" is elusive for those who hesitate and dare not move forward. Sad in the end, helpless in the end.

Until one day, he went out to work as usual. Before leaving, he asked me to take good care of my mother. I ignored him and walked away. Not long after he left, Murakami’s friends came to see me at home to watch a movie. I walked into my mother's room. My mother was sleeping soundly. I closed the door gently and left. After the movie ended, it was getting dark, and I hurried home, but I didn't find my mother in bed. I was so anxious that I looked around for my mother's familiar figure and breath. A neighbor came to me and said that my mother was ill and hospitalized. I ran to the hospital again with tears in my eyes and saw my mother lying quietly on the hospital bed. I seemed to be able to hear her even breathing, and the stone hanging in my heart fell.

My father walked into the ward and pulled me out of the ward with an angry look on his face. He came to the end of the corridor and said, "I asked you to take care of your mother, but you ran out to play. Are you worthy of your mother? If Aunt Yang from the next door hadn't come to our house to borrow something and found your mother falling out of bed, you might have I will never see your mother again." I originally wanted to refute him. Maybe it was the rebelliousness I had developed since I was a child, or maybe it was the guilt I felt towards my mother. I didn't say anything. I just let out a "hum" from my nostrils, but my father heard me. He said angrily: "Why are you kid like this? You are not convinced even after I say a few words to you. You really don't live up to expectations." "Why do you only talk about me? How much care have you taken of your mother?" I yelled at him. My father was stunned immediately, tears welling up in his eyes. I could clearly see that his veins seemed to be motionless. Then he suddenly hit me in the face with his calloused and cracked palm. A burst of heartbreaking pain made me burst into tears. I covered my face and stared at him fiercely. My father took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on his hands that were stained by time. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and I ran out of the hospital. What greeted me was the strong wind and heavy rain. I ran home, squatted in the corner of the room and cried. I put down the hands covering my face, only to find that my father had staggered to me, squatted down slowly, stretched out his injured hands, and gently He stroked my face carefully, and I stared at him blankly. His cold and handsome face became gentle. When I was flattered by his delicate care, I realized that my father was getting smaller and smaller. I felt sad and guilty for this sudden discovery. The distance from love to love is actually not that far away. It’s just that we grew up too slowly and discovered it too late. Thinking of his father leaving early and returning late every day, he had lost too much for his mother and for this family.

The tears of regret fell out again, and fell into the depths of my soul, washing my heart...

Looking back suddenly, the memory is so clear, I can still feel the slight pain in my cheeks, although that It's just a small scar, but it adds more colors to my life, including bitterness and sweetness. It gives me more motivation when I am unable to do what I want. When I am lonely and lonely, it gives me more warmth and comfort. You know, I have always been happy, there is someone who will always be with me. My father's senior year composition 2

I have wanted to write about my father for a long time, but many times I have reached the point of writing but lost my direction. Now I finally understand that the greatness of father's love cannot be expressed in words or words. clear.

My father is a very ordinary person. When his name is mentioned, everyone will describe him as "that is such an honest man." My father lived a very poor life since he was a child. It was my grandfather who raised the two brothers alone. When he grew up, he joined the army and was later assigned to work at Shandong Thermal Power Plant No. 1. Later, Shandong Electric Power Construction Company No. 3 was established and he became a member of the company. employees.

I remember that when I was a child, my family was still in the countryside. When I came home from school one day and saw a clean yard, I immediately thought that it was my father returning home from the construction site. When I was so shy that I ran to my father, he would always touch my head and say, "I have grown taller again." He would take out some candies and say with a smile, "Let's eat them with my brothers and sisters." The three of us siblings always ran away happily and shared the sweetness with our good friends in the village. The feeling of happiness is still fresh in our memory.

My father didn’t speak much. In my childhood impression, he was always so capable. At that time, my mother was alone at home with our three siblings. Maybe my father had to do a lot of things every time he came home. Months of savings. When we wake up one morning, our mother will tell us that our father has gone to work at the construction site again, and we, the three siblings, begin to look forward to our father's return soon and the sweetness that will come soon. When I was young, the impression my father left on me was the clean yard, the new clothes he wore during the New Year, and the firecrackers filled by his brother in small wooden boxes, which aroused the envy of many children of the same age. There was also the fragrant New Year's Eve dinner cooked by my father during the Chinese New Year. At that time, I felt that my father was so great. He made our childhood happier than other children, although sometimes it took us a long time to see him.

When I was older, my father took me to a construction site near our home, where I saw for the first time the tallness of the power plant’s chimney and the magic of the water tower. In winter, it would be hung with icicles. In summer it will be hung with water curtains. My father often took me to see the coal trains. We sat high up and watched the trains coming and going. My father always pointed to the iron-covered coal and said to me: This coal is the raw material used in power plants to generate electricity. Equipment can convert it into electricity. With electricity, we can do many things...

I grew up listening to my father's explanations that I felt magical at the time. When I was working at the Weifang construction site in the first phase, I also became an electric power construction worker. Because of my father’s early education and influence, I was no stranger to the life of electric power construction. I quickly adapted to my job and felt the joy in it. My father has taught us since we were young that we must be serious and down-to-earth whether we are studying or working, and love what we do. When I first started doing maintenance work, my father, an early master, taught me some knowledge about the use of tools, so I was often praised by my brothers at work.

With my first month’s salary, I bought my father a piece of clothing. It was much more fashionable than the one he usually wore. My father took it in his hand with a smile. I saw his eyes were red at that time. He didn't say a word, just touched my head.

Year after year, from maintenance to operation to file management, the positions changed again and again, but my father often taught us that we should not only love a job, but also be good at it, so every time we change I take my job seriously in every position.

My father has the habit of reading newspapers. From the electricity report to the company report, he will excitedly tell the whole family about any good things during the meal. This is what he talks the most. time. Even until his retirement, he still maintained the habit of reading newspapers. The electricity was never cut off at our house. When his eyes got dizzy, he put on his reading glasses and continued reading. I admired his seriousness. The company has generated electricity, the company has gone abroad, and the company has won awards. I learned a lot of information from my father.

That year I got married, and my father gave my hand to another man and told him to treat me well. That day, he also touched my head and showed his love to us. Happy smile. On the day I came home after my wedding, my mother told me that my father was drunk on the day I got married, said a lot to my mother, and even shed tears. I couldn't help crying after hearing this.

After his retirement, his father joined the company's majestic gongs and drums troupe. Every time he came back from a performance, he would always have fun for a few days. The company set up an elderly security team, and he took the initiative to sign up, and his remaining energy was used intermittently. .

In the past few years, I suddenly discovered that my father has become older, his hair has turned gray, and he has several age spots on his face. However, at the age of 70, he buys fresh vegetables and fruits for the family every day. He always He is telling us: Your mother and I are your strong backers. We will take good care of ourselves and take good care of your children. You should work hard at the front and let us know if you have good results.

This is my dear father. He gives us joy and happiness. I wish him eternal health. My Father's Senior High School Composition 3

I remember you in 1986.

A thin body with dark hair, carrying a shriveled sack, set foot on a harsh foreign land.

That’s you under the oppression of poverty, standing under the scorching sun and hiding the world.

——Foreword

After going to college, you become more and more arrogant, thinking that your abilities have reached the sky, and you are many times better than you who have not graduated from elementary school. Gradually, you get to know Family affairs, only then did I realize that I can’t reach even one finger of yours.

My mother said that I have been doted on by you since I was a child. You had me when you were 21 years old, and you held me on your shoulders every day. On your first birthday, you bought me a small bicycle with 50 yuan of your hard-earned salary. At that time, you were just a foreman in a hotel in Zhuhai. A year later, you went to Gree Electric Appliances. Later, you traveled all over the country and returned to Zhuhai. Occasionally, you would feel a little disappointed. The colleagues who you said would stay with Gree have now become shareholders of Gree, but you were the only one who failed to seize the opportunity.

You often teach me that money is earned after the age of thirty. Before the age of thirty, you can have no money, but to learn how to be a good person, you have to visit many cities.

When I was in elementary school, our family was also very poor. At that time, you went out after four o'clock every day. To make a living, you drove a truck on the edge of the cliff in the Hengshan Mountains, and you also used to haul goods from other places. He was beaten black and blue by cunning locals, and even went out to haul goods when it rained hail as big as eggs. Many people covet the present scenery of our family, but they don’t know how much sweat and blood you shed back then.

You are grandpa’s youngest son and the least favored. In this huge family, the existence of our family of four is like a plaque in the side hall of the majestic Houmen Courtyard. It is neither painful nor itchy. But you love your grandparents the most. A sudden heavy snowfall in 2008 blocked the highway back to your hometown. On the morning of New Year's Eve, you still stubbornly said: "If the road is open, we will still have to rush back tonight to celebrate the New Year. Grandpa and grandma are so old, they have to go back." Accompanying them." When grandma was buried, people from neighboring villages came to provoke them on the grounds that they had usurped their Feng Shui. The uncles hid on the edge one by one, and you stood in front of the cemetery and roared like thunder: "Would you come and try it? Try it, I will fight with him today." I was so scared that I burst into tears. I was really afraid that their ruthless hoes would hit you.

The day before the college entrance examination, you and your mother came to see me at school. My mother said it was the most leisurely afternoon you had in the past few years. An uncle in the middle called and asked you to pick him up. It was the first time I heard you say: "I have something to do now. You can take a taxi back yourself. I will reimburse the fare." Every day you have to pick up the workers back and forth, and I and I My younger brother expressed deep disdain for this: It would be easier to pay them to take the bus by themselves! But you scolded us: "People's hearts are not made, they are bought with sincerity." Every year, our family entertains relatives from all walks of life, and we don't know how much it costs to eat, drink and stay. During the holidays, you ask your mother to make a table full of food. The uncles and uncles at the construction site were feasting on hometown dishes and feasting on them. Even if someone comes from your hometown in the early morning, you have to drive there to pick them up. You always warned the two of us: "Without these people, our family would not be what it is today."

Uncle Lin was short of money for the project, so you sent over every penny of your own money. When I went home to get money that weekend, my mother said aggrievedly that even the money for our family’s groceries was borrowed from her aunt.

At the rebellious age of 16, I quarreled with you too often. You bought some fancy and fashionable new clothes for me, but you threw them away in anger and kept silent for several days; because I stubbornly wanted to give up my studies and go to Beijing to pursue my art dream, but you were stingy and refused to contribute money or effort. But when you grow up and work in society, you will realize that your life is not easy. Every inch of your money is on the knife's edge, and you are reluctant to spend money to treat a leg injury that has been a problem for many years.

The days we traveled together were very few, and the only thing that left a lasting impression was the frightening photo of you and me taking a spaceship ride in Pearl Paradise. You placed all your enthusiasm and hope on me, but you did yourself a disservice. When I get together with my elders, they all say I look like you. I remember when I was filling out my application form, I was focused on going north and applying to Harbin Normal University. You did not dissuade me, but just reminded you: "If you insist on going north alone, you will have to pay ten times more than if you were by my side." I said back with great pride: "Even if I am begging there, I don't want to be with you." Living under the aura of "My willfulness and paranoia are clearly revealed in front of you, which are the so-called signs of youth."

Today is Father’s Day, and every moment of our past twenty years comes to mind. You said that the Feng Shui of the real estate in Phoenix Mountain is the best, you said that Mitsubishi cars are the most comfortable, and you also said that the fiberglass works you designed must be better than those of foreigners at the Canton Fair. I hope that I will become stronger and stronger, so strong that one day I can help you realize all your ideals.

Whose youth is not an aria of alternating blood and tears?

There will always be a day when I will succeed.

Thank you for your tenacity, filial piety, loyalty, and pride for leaving a deep mark on my shoulders.

——This document is for my father.

Senior year of Guangdong Ocean University Law School: Hou Yami, my father, senior year composition 4

Every time I read the word "father", a person will appear in my mind The image of a middle-aged man with dark complexion, covered with stains, and protruding veins on his limbs, who rises at sunrise and rests at sunset, is deeply engraved in my mind.

My father is a working man who deals with Chinese medicinal materials all year round. His daily job is to mix with various medicinal materials, such as licorice, fuling, turtle shell, tortoise shell... I often heard the names of these medicinal materials from his mouth, so that at a young age I knew many Chinese medicinal materials. .

My father’s meticulous and conscientious work attitude had a profound impact on me. It is said that once you enter the noble family, you are as deep as the sea. My father was as deep as the sea once he entered the "medicine family". My father’s daily work revolves around a pile of Chinese medicinal materials—the five steps of washing, drying, cutting, frying, and bagging. He strives for excellence in every step.

The weather is what my father cares about most every night. Different weather directly affects his work sequence, so that my family’s calendar has traces recorded by my father every night.

Look, my father is busy again. Maybe it’s because last night’s weather forecast showed that today will be a sunny day, so my father got up early in the morning to work.

After changing into work clothes, my father went to the warehouse without even bothering to eat breakfast. I saw him carrying the herbs that needed to be washed today under the faucet one by one, and then pouring them into the large plastic basin for cleaning herbs. Then my father either brushed or rubbed the herbs.

My father is very particular about washing medicinal materials. Different medicinal materials have different scrubbing requirements. Some medicinal materials can only be rubbed slowly, some medicinal materials can be stirred and the water is changed frequently, some medicinal materials need to be carefully brushed one by one with a toothbrush, and some... < /p>

But the cleaning of most medicinal materials is similar. After pouring the medicinal materials into the basin, rub them directly, and rub them quickly to prevent the medicinal materials from soaking in water for too long, and the medicinal materials will easily fall apart if you rub them vigorously. When the medicinal materials appear clean, my father will rub them slowly, as if what he rubs in his hands is a treasure. Sometimes he will put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully, and sometimes he will put it under his nose and take a good smell. During the scrubbing process, my father would pick out the spoiled medicinal materials from the basin from time to time. In my father's words, "Good medicinal materials can have good effects, and the same goes for people. You must pay attention to severity and efficiency when doing things!"

Don't think that's the end of it, no, the next step is very important - -sun.

Good drying is beneficial to the preservation and utilization of medicinal materials.

My father drained the washed medicinal materials and then transported them to the cleared space. He spread them out one by one, making them densely packed, but not letting the medicinal materials overlap and look like a large group. Little ants are basking in the sun in the open space. These medicinal materials need to be exposed to the sun for four or five hours every day, and it takes three or four days to be completely dried. During this period, they need to be spread, turned, and scattered continuously so that every angle of each piece of medicinal material can be affected by the sun. The light of the sun. In my father's words, "Rain and dew are all exposed to it, and you can't favor one thing over another."

My father often tossed around in such a temperature, and that's how he got the dark skin all over his body. After drying, it is put into baskets and sliced. My father often said: "Different medicinal materials are cut into different thicknesses. You must not deal with it carelessly. If you cut the medicinal materials too thickly, it will be wasted. If you cut them too thin, they will break easily. You must keep this in mind when cutting medicinal materials." Just like being a human being, you must pay attention to propriety in everything. Sometimes, my father will ask me to wash the babies together and take care of them to enjoy the sunshine. But when it was cold, I would find various reasons to sit on the edge and watch my father wash the medicine baby; when it was hot, I would make up excuses to stand under the eaves and watch my father turn over the medicinal materials. No matter what season it was, my father would always treat the medicinal materials with gleaming eyes. My father said: "You must do things from the beginning to the end, and never give up halfway."

Looking at my father's focused expression, I asked him curiously: "Dad, how much do you like this job? Why?" Didn't I see you shouting that you were tired?" My father said meaningfully: "If you like it, you should love it. Only in this way can life be interesting. But sometimes I still regret it. If I had studied well and went to college, I would have chosen myself. I like medicine, maybe today I can make these medicines play a greater role, and maybe I can spare more time to accompany you." After listening to my father's words, I nodded thoughtfully...

An ordinary father, a dedicated father, a meticulous father, my father, you are one of the millions of working people. Even though you don’t spend much time with us, I know that it is not only Whether it is your due diligence at work or your responsibility and responsibility to your family, you have taught me the experience of fighting against difficulties and the principles of life, allowing me to thrive.

I love you, my father. My Father Senior High School Essay 5

When I was 2 years old, my biological father left me due to illness and passed away. Therefore, my father has no impression in my memory, and the appearance of my stepfather is an eternal memory in my heart.

My stepfather was born in a mountain village and his family was in a poor family. He has two brothers, a sister and a brother. At that time, his parents favored sons over daughters and only sent their three sons to school. So my father also went to school. But I had not graduated from elementary school. When I was 10 years old, I accidentally fell into the river while carrying a load. Fortunately, I only fell to the river bank and was not washed away by the river water. Due to lack of money for medical treatment, my father suffered from permanent encephalopathy. So my father has never been in good health.

My father is no different from ordinary people. He is tall and thin, strong and able to work. But once he gets sick, he falls to the ground, foaming at the mouth, and groaning in pain, which is distressing.

The first time I saw him getting sick was when I was 8 years old. I was woken up in the middle of the night. His mother was always by his side. Fortunately, I got sick in bed and didn't fall to the floor. My mother kept crying quietly and put a pillow under my father's head to prevent it from hitting the wall. I saw this scene and seemed to have grown up overnight.

The father will get sick if he is overworked. After that, I did my own thing and never asked adults to help me. Of course, I also have to take care of my brother, who is 4 years younger than me, so I feel at ease. Allow parents to take more breaks.

My parents don’t have much education, and they are new farmers who moved here from the Three Gorges, so they don’t understand many things. My mother was helped by the government to find jobs, but my father was in poor health. My mother was worried that he would get sick in the factory if he was tired, so she refused to allow him to go to work. So my father became a trucker, helping people move things. Although the working hours of this job are shorter than in the factory, it is still physical work.

In summer, the sun is scorching the earth, and people are hiding in their rooms to blow on the air conditioners, unwilling to come out. My father had to go outside to move goods, mostly feed. One bag weighs more than 100 kilograms and can be carried into the house by hand and shoulder. I sweat profusely every time I finish working. When he got home, his father took off his clothes and squeezed out a large basin of water.

Sometimes he was too tired to eat and had to rest before eating. So during the summer, I took on all the household chores such as cooking, doing laundry, taking care of my younger brother, and raising chickens.

Every time I see my father working hard, I feel sad. My father is a frugal man. He is honest and honest and never eats snacks. In winter, it was dry, and my father's hands, which had been working for many years, cracked, leaving many small holes. I bought him a bottle of hand cream. He said seriously: "I don't need it, why waste this money? Don't buy it again." But I clearly saw the joy in his eyes. I know, I will be happy.

Winter is also the season I fear most. My lips would be chapped and bleeding. When I went home this weekend, my father handed me a lip balm and said softly: "I think girls all use this. You have a serious cleft lip. Please apply a little bit every day from now on." I happily took it, full of happiness. It's nice to have a loving father.

My father’s birthday is on the 7th day of the seventh lunar month, which coincides with the Chinese Valentine’s Day. Every year on this day, I cook a few of his favorite dishes. His favorite is fried peanuts sprinkled with pepper and salt. This pepper salt is not bought, it is my family’s unique secret recipe. It’s complicated to operate, but it’s definitely authentic Sichuan pepper salt. He would pick one and put it in his mouth, chew it, smack his lips, and take another sip of white wine.

My father doesn’t know how to cook, so if he is asked to cook, it’s nothing more than eating noodles. He doesn't cook easily. Last time, my mother injured her hand and I was too busy doing homework, so he cooked by himself. Fortunately, instead of noodles, he fried some cabbage and potatoes. The taste is okay, but nowhere near as good as my mother and my craftsmanship.

I didn’t do well in the high school entrance examination, so I enrolled in the clothing major long ago. I wanted to work early and reduce the burden on my family. The parents were a little angry. The tuition fees for secondary vocational schools are indeed too expensive for my family. But before school started, my father silently handed me a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills. He didn't say anything, but I knew it was his hard-earned money.

After I entered secondary vocational school, my father would wait for me at the station every weekend when I came home. When I saw that familiar figure, I ran away. He would say: "Why are you coming back so late? I'm worried." I told him that school would be over at 3 o'clock and he would wait for the bus on the road. He would not dare to stay on the street for a moment.

In my memory, my father never hugged me with his arms. My honest father is always busy. It seemed to him that it would give me a good meal and new clothes. What allows me to study with peace of mind is his care and love for me. How can I feel at ease when I am sitting in the classroom writing this article? His mind was full of images of him struggling to support his family.

On the surface, my father is a very serious person and rarely smiles. But my father, who was so loyal that he was almost dull, did a lot for me. If the hearts of parents and children are like two isolated streams, I think that once the rivers meet, what will flow is the torrent of love.

In the blink of an eye, my father was already in his early 40s and had gray hair on his head. Wrinkles crept across his face. My father's reflexes are slower than when he was young, and his strength is not as strong as before. Yes, my father is old, but love never gets old.

I love my father. After I have learned a major and earned money, I will do my best to let my father and mother live a happy life.