Father's old composition 1 The north wind roared, and the biting north wind brought chill to the north. Really, I am eager for the next heavy snow, and I can swallow my whole body and let my father keep running.
I'm still a child. I always thought my father would not be old. When I was a child, I always thought my father was as powerful as a gorilla. When I was a child, I always thought that my father would not worry no matter where he went or how far away from home, because that was my father. Now that I have grown up, I no longer have such childish ideas. On this day, I accidentally took a look at my busy father. Suddenly, I found my father's head covered with white hair. Only then did I know that my father was old before he knew it. I thought it was because he was old that he grew white hair, but after careful calculation, my father was only in his thirties. And carefully thought about it.
That day, my father was wearing a shabby military green cotton-padded jacket, and his face and head were covered with dust. When he hurried into the warm room from the cold wind, I saw his old and rough face. Only then did I realize that my father was really old. Alas, at this moment, I understand that my father will suffer silently for a better life for his daughter, and my father will grow old slowly. My father is old, and years have taken away his youth. I can't erase the traces left by years on him. Now my father, like yellow leaves shivering in autumn, will accidentally fall on the land that keeps him healthy, and I can only pray silently, hoping that selfless sunshine will shine on the yellow leaves forever. Never rot.
Now my father dragged me to the age of eighteen with scarred hands and weak body. Maybe this is my bar mitzvah! I don't know why I am so scared, afraid that I can't be independent, I can't be independent. Afraid of bringing him disappointment and pain.
If I can turn into a beam of light, I am willing to go back and bear everything for my father. Because my father has brought me too much love and care, but I have never experienced it.
When the father is old, two people will be old forever, even if the father in the child's heart is like a god.
Seeing his father's wedding photos, the dashing father has already changed. The white face has long been corroded by the sun into black and red, the smooth face has long been ravines, and the thin face has a "double chin." Suddenly I feel: Dad is old.
Vaguely thinking: my father seems to be old.
Turn back the clock. About a month ago, when my father participated in TISCO's internal badminton competition, his father, who only played a few high balls, was panting in the first game. After the game, his clothes were soaked with sweat. I handed him water, and he took a sip and pushed it to me. "I'm not thirsty, you drink." Looking at my father's back, I suddenly felt that my father was old.
Time continues to turn. Just six months ago, my father was ill. Although it's just a cold, my father is too ill to get out of bed. The unit called in sick and took a lot of Chinese medicine and western medicine, but it hasn't improved. At that time, I was faced with great problems in my study. If you write your homework slowly, you can't learn it in class. Dad stays up with me every day. That time, I wrote and found my father asleep against the wall. I froze when I saw a silver light on my father's head. My father was so absorbed in my study that he was awakened by this meal and said to me, "Write quickly and don't stop cheering." Looking at my father's sick body, I feel that my father is old.
Vaguely thinking: my father seems to be old.
Time to go back, stop at that moment. A year ago, when I was looking through old photos, I remembered my trip to Huanglong, Sichuan. Father said, "At that time, you were too young to climb the mountain, so I had to climb on your back." I have altitude sickness there, I carry you behind my back, but you cling to the oxygen bottle you just bought. "But at that time, you never mentioned it to me, and I just thought it was fun. Looking at my father's smiling face, at that moment, I felt that my father was old.
Time has returned to the present. When I think back on all this, I think maybe your parents are old, their faces are no longer young, their bodies are no longer strong, and they are no longer omnipotent in your heart, but their love will never grow old. ...
Ah, dad, I, your son, want to give you this article as a song!
Father is old. Composition 3 Father is old.
In an unconscious time, when I never noticed it, my father quietly grew white hair.
It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!
Before I grew up, my father was taken away by time. I failed to bear the burden of my family, but my father has been exposed to the wind and frost. My father, I haven't had time to repay you, but time has drawn a clear line between you and me and split it into a deep ravine.
I still remember when I was a child, I longed to be like my father and grow up. But when I grow up, my father is old and no longer tall and straight. There is also a lot of friction between my father and me, and I no longer talk about everything and are no longer intimate. I have the secret of youth, but my father's life has gradually lost its youth and vitality because of his family.
But I didn't understand. I don't understand that my growth is due to my father's contribution, my freedom and youth, and my father's protection and support. I am just willful, like a little fish just out of the water, eager for the sea, but always ignoring the danger of the waves and unwilling to listen to my father.
I was so ignorant that I thought I had infinite years, but I didn't notice that my father's time was passing away and he was getting old. His arms are no longer as strong as when he was young, and his shoulders are no longer as tall and straight as when he was young. Just like a tree quietly entering autumn, I see a trace of yellow sadness in the green vitality.
What a heartless time, people can't help crying every time they stare. I am not good at expressing my love for my father, I can't do anything intimate to express myself, and my mouth is clumsy, so I can't say anything nice. But thank God for giving me a pair of affectionate hands to write down this full page of emotions. I can touch the frost on my father's temple with words over and over again.
I am careful, like touching a fragile wave. However, the waves are just the waves on the lake of my heart, and my father's white hair is rooted in his head.
I can't dye it, I can't pull it out ... It's strangely similar to my father's personality.
Then I finally realized that some things are irresistible. The white hair that comes quietly will never fade away easily. One day, it will dye his father's hair into snowflakes.
I watched my father's back gradually stoop, and finally I was convinced that the father in my memory who could easily lift me up and let me sit on his shoulder was really old.
Father is old. Composition 4 Father is old.
Yes, my father is old, and the wrinkles of the years slowly climb on his forehead, covering everything about him.
The setting sun slowly sets in the west, shining with bloody light. Playing chess with my father, I ruthlessly captured my father's territory and was aggressive. Father, just blindly defending, flying around like a flat car, painstakingly building a defense line, slowly deploying troops and dispatching troops, deadpan.
When did he become so conservative? So timid?
Thoughts wander, thinking of my father, abandoning my son simply and decisively, and always saying confidently: "You lost!" " "Then I grabbed him unconvinced and dragged him to the next set.
Life is in a hurry, that youth, that courage, that confidence, that struggle, so helplessly passed away from my father's body and slowly injected into mine. I drove through the house again and knocked on my father's door.
At this point, my father said slowly, "I lost."
Never give up easily, he gives up easily. He could have abandoned the car and leaped against it, but he didn't. I watched my father suddenly see cold white hair and thick and deep wrinkles. How can a careless daughter know that her father is getting older and younger every day? Oh, my father is no longer young!
The setting sun is gorgeous, slowly covering the Chu-Jianghan boundary, quietly passing away the glory of the past. It suddenly occurred to me: I broke my father's wrist easily, and I ran to him happily. I disdained to see his father struggling to solve math problems. ...
Life is bit by bit, day after day, my father is getting older, bit by bit … but I am growing up day by day. I suddenly realized that my father was old because of me, and I gradually didn't need him, and I didn't need that broad and warm chest. My heart is sour and stuffy. The most precious thing in life always disappears as if nothing had happened, and so do I.
I looked at my father again, just like the sunset. His mouth moved slightly: "Let's try another set."
The language is slow, but the eyes are full of love. I suddenly realized that he just wanted me to win, to surpass him, and to pass on his confidence and courage to me, even though he was old. ...
The sunset is irreversible, and it shines brightly. I snuggled up to my father and looked at this little life. All I want is to grow old with my father.
Father is old. The wind is a little cold. Obviously, the doors and windows in the room were closed and it was raining in Mao Mao outside. Before dinner, I watched my father cooking and cooking there, and my back seemed to become very small. Obviously, I was so tall when I was a child.
I have grown up, or my father is old, and he is really old. I don't know what it feels like, but I always feel strange and my nose is inexplicably sour. Before I knew what it was like, my father had put the fried food on the plate and said with a smile, "What are you looking at?" Come and eat. "My eyes suddenly seem to be veiled and blurred.
I just suddenly feel very sad. I remembered the time I had with my father. Every time he said, how time flies! You are so big in the blink of an eye. I still remember when I was 8 years old, the whole family sat together for dinner. At that time, my father touched my head and said, "Time flies. In ten years, you will be 18 years old. You are an adult. " Now it's 18 years old, and ten years have passed in a blink of an eye. Before I came to my senses, a gust of wind blew. I picked up the bowl chopsticks and ate silently. Yes, time flies, my father is old, and his hair seems to be covered with snowflakes. At the dinner table, I still smile as usual. But I still can't help wetting my eyes. It was this man who gave me everything. When I was a child, I was not afraid of snow. My father is so tall that I can hide behind him. Now I have grown up. I will bravely stand in front of him and block those cold winds for him. Things between us seem to keep changing, but I still don't think so. It's just that you used to protect me, and now I bravely stand up and protect you.
After dinner, I couldn't help hugging my father. Yes, I am almost as tall as him. I feel that my father's back is a little hunched than before. I can't help touching it over and over again. I want to go. When I grow up, it will also make me sentimental and suddenly want to cry. My dearest father is really old, and I have really grown up. It's my turn to protect you this time. Father, I love you.
The weather is not very good on Friday, and there is endless smog as soon as I get up in the morning. At eleven o'clock, we finished school. I couldn't wait to get ready and rushed to the door. I got on the bus home. I am very happy because my father is back.
At twelve o'clock, when we arrived at the terminal, we quickly got off and ran home. I heard my father's voice when I was near the door. I ran into the house and saw my father's figure. At this moment, my father turned around, smiled at me and said, "My son is almost as tall as me." I smiled and saw that my father's hair was not as shiny as before, but black with white.
In the afternoon, a pickup truck came outside and pulled a lot of gray tiles. I asked my mother what she was going to do, and her mother said she would lay the yard. Dad was busy unloading bricks. I put on gloves to help dad. Dad wouldn't let me near. After a while, I suddenly heard my father give a cry, and I hurried forward. I saw a lot of blood on my father's thumb and I broke out in a cold sweat. I called out to my mother. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly packed the medicine bag and told my father to stop moving. All the neighbors offered to help us, and Dad thanked us again and again. The neighbor laughed: "Nothing, I'm busy." An old man also smiled and said, "It is all right to help others, let alone neighbors!" " Say that finish, everyone laughed.
In the evening, I said to my father, "Dad, sit down and I will help you wash your feet." Dad smiled and said, "how old I am, I still need you!" " When I refused, my father finally agreed under my soft grinding and hard foam. I immediately called a basin of water to help my father take off his shoes and socks, picked up his feet and gently put them into the basin. Looking at dad's aging face, tears involuntarily flowed out of his nose. I looked down at once, for fear that my father would see that my father's feet were rough and his toenails were yellow and deformed. I have a love in my heart, but I don't know how to express it I said to myself, "Father is old!" "
Father is old, and it is sunny. My father and I sat in the yard and made sesame seeds. This year's sesame harvest is very good, and it is very fulfilling every holiday. Dad's face showed a satisfied smile, and a beautiful tune or two came out from time to time. I glanced at his triumphant appearance, but I saw the white hair on his temples and the wrinkles on his face. ......
At this time, my heart trembled suddenly, and I found my father was old. And I, I grew up.
I still remember that autumn ten years ago, my handsome young father was sitting in the yard, making sesame seeds, while I was full of childishness and stayed aside to have fun. Time flies, ten years have passed, and sitting in the yard with sesame seeds is my white-haired father and slim me.
Ten years of growth, every note was written by him and me. When he was sick, he was his guardian the night before going to bed, and he nagged before going to school; When frustrated, what haunts my ears is his encouraging voice; When he made a mistake, it was his sincere teaching. ......
Dad always said that when I grow up, I should stand on my own feet and never depend on my family. Every time I hear this, I always proudly hold my head high and say to him, "I don't depend on my family." I always feel uncomfortable in my heart, which is a feeling of disapproval.
In fact, what I want to rely on most is not money and material things, but the guardian before my father's bed; Pre-school nagging; Encouragement when frustrated; Teaching when making mistakes ......
Dad's words: "I'll do it and watch the sun shine on you." Bring me back to reality. I said to my father with tears in my eyes, "Dad, you are old." Dad smiled and said, "Yes, Dad is old and you have grown up."
Dad's words, just a few words, easily moved me. When I grow up, I know my father is no longer young. Years have brought him white hair and bent his back. The journey of life made him stumble, and the wind, frost, rain and snow left a deep mark on his face. ......
My father's hard work in the past ten years came to my mind, and I couldn't help crying.
Father is old. The moonlight outside the window is particularly cold and cheerless tonight.
I sleep in a bed, and at the other end of the bed is my old father, who is over forty years old. Are you over forty? It was a good time for a man to be young and ambitious. But in my poor hometown, this may be the dream of all young people. For the sake of life, for the sake of family, as the pillar of the family, they are not young in their forties; The burden of life bent his waist and hunched his back. But they always have a dream: to send their children out of the mountains.
Looking at the moonlight outside the window, I can't help adding a chill to my heart. Inadvertently, I put my hand on my father's foot, which was rough but practical and wide, and it was very cool to put it on the bed. I put my father's feet in the quilt, but a pungent smell of feet came on my face. In an instant, I understood everything. My father knew that his feet smelled bad and washed them carefully several times before going to bed, but I was still afraid that sleeping in bed would affect me, so in order to let me sleep well, I put my feet by the bed, even if they were frozen. I don't know why, but my eyes are moist when I think about it, even though I know that men don't flick when they have tears.
People say that there is a lack of language between sons and fathers, but my father and I are not like that. I like playing basketball. I bought my own basketball at school and took it home on holiday. I was worried that my father would say that I was not doing my duty, so I told my father that it was my classmate's. My father said nothing. Later, I practiced football crazily at home, which made my family "smoky". My mother urged me to do my homework, and my father looked at me with obsessed eyes. This is the passion "flame" that every young person can see in his eyes. My father likes basketball, too, but ... finally, my father said, "A boy should do such passionate and energetic sports, so that he can have a strong body and be a real man." Later, when I was at school, my father told me to have fun and keep fit. Seriously, I am very grateful to my father. He is a generation ago, but he is the passion and generosity of our generation.
Later, I walked side by side with my father. My mother said in surprise behind me: Why is my son taller than his father now? "Dad said humorously," My son has grown up now, and I will grow down. " There is desolation and relief in the tone.
Is dad old? He is not old, he is very young.
Yes! I grew up, my father grew down, I grew up, and my father was old.