父爱作文600字记叙文

父爱作文600字记叙文初一作文

时光时光慢些吧，不要再让你变老了，我愿用我一切换你岁月长留。

——《父亲》

他30岁时，我便在这个世界上降生，他性情躁动又寡言少语，我现在暴躁的脾气也便是遗传了他，在我成长的路途中我与这个人的记忆越来越少，越来越淡直到现在也是如此……

今天脚不小心弄伤了骤然间，脑海里浮现了一段与这个人的回忆。那时他37岁的那年我6岁，他因为脚部受伤而不得不在家养伤，懵懵懂懂的我看到别人家的孩子手里拿着方便面(那时候在农村方便面是孩子们的奢侈品)我便跑回家拼命的搜。翻他躺在床上看着我发怒的吼道“翻什么你翻!”在他的震慑下我小声的说“我想吃方便面”他沉默不语，房间里片刻间恢复了前的安静，我缓缓的走出了家门。太阳渐渐的落下山，与小伙伴们玩耍后的我已将那件事情抛之脑后，回家后发现桌子上多了那么几袋方便面，事后才知道是他一瘸一拐的去了小卖部，带着他儿子的愿望!带着伤!

那时他在我心里还是那么的严厉，现在只不过多了几份慈祥。但在我心里的分量不断地加重，我渐渐的明白，世上没有不爱自己孩子的父母，也没有伤害，只有疼爱和关怀。

爸，您为我做的每一件事，其实我都铭记在心只不过与您的话越来越少，渐渐的不知如何跟您表达，每次回家看到您的额头上皱纹日益显现，未老先衰的您，在别人眼里想一个小老头，我慢慢的成长而您却慢慢的苍老。我的青春年少还得感谢您的体谅。

爸，别太累等过几年，我为您撑起一片天!

父爱作文600字记叙文初一作文

父亲是一个性格沉默寡言的人，我总感觉他对我的爱太少，小学期间，我被老师留在学校里，不准回家时，父亲从想其他父母为我送饭。父亲对我不管不问，小学的满分成绩只能在书包里默。

到了初中，我逐渐变的顽劣叛逆。我公然在课堂上恶作剧，与老师顶嘴。在校园里，我不顾一切的疯着，出了风头。终于，我被勒令退学。

当我卷着铺盖回家是，父亲并没有暴跳如雷，而是长久的注视着我。淡淡的说:“你还想上学吗?”我耸耸肩，:“你不是一点都不关心我吗。”

“诶——’父亲淡淡的说“先在家里干好活吧”父亲每天早出晚归，农闲时节他在忙些什么?

一个多月后的一天，父亲眼的充满血丝仿佛很疲惫，对我说:“明天上学去吧”我不知道父亲是怎么打同关节的。

重返校园的第一天，校长和我进行一次长谈。原来父亲并不是不爱我，而是在默默的为我付出，为我承受。

父亲找校长谈话不下二十次，校长顶不过父亲反反复复的说他的女儿是个好女孩。只是一时转不过弯，校长顶不住父亲挨家挨户的给老师道歉，更顶不住父亲不顾男儿膝下有黄金，硬生生的给校长跪下。

我听了这段话，我的脑袋翁的一下，那个沉默寡言的父亲，竟然为一个已经被勒令退学的女儿而给跪下。

我的学习蒸蒸日上，学的好不为别的，就问那为了让我上学，而跪在地的人。

父爱作文600字记叙文初一作文

在我们的心中，有一座记忆的宝库。走近它，一张张熟悉的面孔便会浮现在我们的面前。有辛苦抚养我们十几年了的爸爸妈妈，有教我们学习知识的老师，有在困难时刻伸出援助之手的同学……这些人都令我们难忘。然而，我最爱的人是我的爸爸。

我的爸爸是一个对我很严厉的人。小时候，每当我做错事情，爸爸总是毫不客气的批评我;每当我和弟弟妹妹玩时，弟弟妹妹哭了，爸爸总是什么也不问，先指责我;每当我弹琴时，手指没有做好正确的姿势，爸爸总是大声批评我。他的严厉让我甚至怀疑他是不是还爱我。

随着我渐渐的长大，爸爸不像以前一样的严厉了，变得温和起来。他每晚都会给我检查作业，我有不会的问题他会及时帮我解答。我做了错题目，他从原来的批评变成了耐心的讲解。我弹琴时手没做好姿势，爸爸总是给我指出错误，只是没有那狂风骤雨般的批评了。我渐渐明白了，爸爸还是爱我的，一直都爱着我。

爸爸在我的心目中的形象渐渐高大了起来。他每晚都会给我和妈妈坐很多可口的饭菜。妈妈回来得晚，一天到晚都很忙，爸爸就主动承担起家务活，帮妈妈分担。我一有什么要求，爸爸都尽量满足我。他每次出差，都会给我和妈妈带回一些礼物。有一次，我的考试成绩很不理想，爸爸不仅没有责怪我，而且还帮我理解分析错题，避免以后再做错，他还不停地安慰我，以后还有机会，人生中难免有失意的时候……

啊，爸爸，谢谢您给予我浓浓的父爱，我爱您!

父爱作文600字记叙文初一作文

父爱深深，深几许?父爱，在行动中，深似海，却往往鲜为人知。

那是一个可以说是家喻户晓的故事。

曾经几位好友一同出外游玩，一人不小心划破了脚，在同伴的搀扶下，一瘸一拐地往家走。在街头看到了自己的父亲。正在对父亲诉苦，想得到一点安慰时，他父亲却说:“你快回家，我还有事情要办。”言罢，头也不回的就走了。他正为父亲的冷漠伤心时，他的同伴告诉他:“我敢担保，他一定会在街头拐角处回头望你一眼。”

他将信将疑，远望着父亲渐渐离去的背影，在一点点的接近街头的拐角。在他转身的一刹那，一个深情的眼神对他匆匆一瞥，就不见了。此时的他，已经是潸然泪下。

父亲，付出无计数，愿化作轻烟，不愿为人知。似荫浓大树，愿投清凉。似繁茂绿叶，甘衬红花。

不知何时起，孩子们昼夜苦读，家长们昼夜陪读。曾一度，妈妈坐在我身边，酣然入睡。自然很是不快，又毫无办法，只有让她高床软卧。

当钟声在午夜不耐烦的敲响时，才解衣就寝。客厅的灯光和电视的声音一起消失。此后几天，依然如此。我一直以为，坐在客厅里的爸爸看电视一直到半夜。后来发现，他从来不把节目看完就关了电视——在我关灯之后。

爸爸他陪伴着我始终如一，默默的给予我坚持下去的勇气和力量。让我明白，一只有一个人在和她并肩奋战。

父亲们，总是疏于表达他们的爱。正因如此，我们才感受出:山一般深沉的爱;海一般广博的爱。

父爱作文600字记叙文初一作文

在以前，不懂事的我，经常被爸爸打，那时我甚至都有些恨爸爸了。一天，我委屈地问妈妈:“妈妈，爸爸老是打我，他是不是不爱我了?”“傻孩子，怎么会呢!爸爸非常爱你，只不过他不善于表达而已。”唉!可我一点也感受不到呀!

直到有一天，我才深深的感受到那暖暖的父爱，而且，至今还让我感动不已。

那是一个寒风刺骨的天气，人们都穿上了厚厚的冬装，仍然感觉到寒意。中午放学后，我见爸爸来接我回家，连忙从外公的办公室往外奔，谁知刚穿的羽绒服在粗糙的墙角上蹭开了个大口子。爸爸看见了，没有责怪我，只是叹了口气，就骑着车带我来到了学校门外织补衣服的摊子那里。

爸爸让我脱下了外衣，给人家补。我突然感到一阵寒风吹过，一股冷气突袭而来。这时，平时怕冷的爸爸迅速地脱下了自己的棉衣，关心地对我说:“阳阳，你穿上吧，万一着了凉，那可怎么行?”我穿着还带着爸爸体温的棉衣，虽然不合身，但我还是觉得特别特别的温暖。而我的爸爸呢，却只穿着一件毛线衣站在太阳下，不停地搓着手，跺着脚。我看到爸爸的样子，心头一热，顿时，我感动得热泪盈眶。爸爸呀，爸爸，你为了不让我着凉，宁愿自己挨冻。此时，我情不自禁地看了看穿在自己身上那宽大的棉衣，啊!那是爸爸的棉衣，但更是暖暖的父爱，它犹如一股暖流，流遍了我的全身。

怎么能说爸爸不爱我呢?通过这件事，我终于感受到了爸爸对我的爱胜过了爱他自己呀!

Father's love composition 600-character narrative composition

Time is slower, don't let you grow old anymore, I would like to use me to switch your years to stay.

--"Father"

When he was 30 years old, I was born in this world. He was agitated and reluctant to speak. My current violent temper was inherited from him. As I grew up, I have less and less memories of this person. It's getting faint and it's still the same until now...

I accidentally injured my foot today, and suddenly a memory of this person came to mind. When he was 37 years old, I was 6 years old. He had to recuperate at home because of his foot injury. I am ignorant of seeing other people’s children holding instant noodles in their hands. Pin) I ran home and searched desperately. He lay on the bed and watched me yelling angrily, "What are you turning over!" Under his awe, I whispered, "I want to eat instant noodles." He was silent, and the silence in the room was restored for a while, I Slowly walked out of the house. The sun gradually set down. After playing with my friends, I left the incident behind me. When I returned home, I found that there were so many bags of instant noodles on the table. I realized afterwards that he limped and went to the commissary. , With his son's wishes! With the wounds!

He was still so harsh in my heart at that time, but now he is only a little more kind. But the weight in my heart keeps increasing, and I gradually understand that there are no parents who do not love their children, and there is no harm, only love and care.

Dad, everything you do for me, I actually remember it in my heart. It’s just that there are fewer and fewer words with you. Gradually, I don’t know how to express it to you. Every time I go home, I see the wrinkles on your forehead appear. You who are old and declining, think of a little old man in the eyes of others, I grow up slowly but you slowly grow old. My youth has to thank you for your understanding.

Dad, don't be too tired to wait for a few years, I will support you all the time!

Father's Love Composition 600-word Narrative Essay Junior One Composition 5:

My father is a taciturn person. I always feel that he loves me too little. During elementary school, I was left in school by the teacher. When I was not allowed to go home, my father never wanted other parents to give me food. My father didn't care about me, the perfect score in elementary school could only be silent in his schoolbag.

When I arrived in junior high school, I gradually became stubborn and rebellious. I openly pranked in class and talked back to the teacher. On campus, I was desperately crazy and out of the limelight. Finally, I was ordered to drop out.

When I went home in a blanket, my father didn't jump into a thunder, but watched me for a long time. Faintly said: "Do you still want to go to school?" I shrugged, "Don't you care about me at all."

"Eh -" Father said indifferently, "Let's work hard at home." Father goes out early and returns late every day. What is he doing during the slack season?

One day after more than a month, my father's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, as if he was tired, and he said to me, "Let's go to school tomorrow." I don't know how my father hit the same joint.

On the first day of returning to campus, the principal and I had a long talk. It turned out that my father didn't love me, but was silently giving and bearing for me.

The father talked to the principal no less than 20 times, but the principal couldn't beat his father repeatedly saying that his daughter is a good girl. It was just that he couldn't turn the corner for a while, and the principal couldn't resist his father's door-to-door apology to the teacher, and he couldn't resist his father kneeling down for the principal regardless of the gold under his knees.

When I heard this, my head was broken, that taciturn father actually knelt down for a daughter who had been ordered to drop out of school.

My studies are thriving, and if I am good at learning for anything else, I asked the person who kneeled on the ground in order to let me go to school.

Father's Love Composition 600-word Narrative Essay Junior One Composition 1:

In our hearts, there is a treasure house of memories. Approaching it, familiar faces will emerge in front of us. There are parents who have been raising us for more than ten years, teachers who teach us to learn knowledge, and classmates who lend a helping hand in difficult times... These people are all unforgettable for us. However, the person I love the most is my dad.

My dad is a man who is very strict with me. When I was young, whenever I did something wrong, my dad always criticized me unceremoniously; whenever I played with my younger siblings, the younger siblings cried, and my dad always didn’t ask anything and blamed me first; whenever I played the piano , The fingers did not make the right posture, and my father always criticized me loudly. His harshness made me wonder if he still loves me.

As I grew up, my father was not as strict as before, and became gentler. He will check my homework every night, and he will help me answer in time if I have any questions. I did the wrong topic, and he changed from the original criticism to patient explanation. When I played the piano, my hands didn't make a good posture, and my father always pointed out the mistakes to me, but there was no more hurricane criticism. I gradually understood that Dad still loves me and always loves me.

Dad's image in my mind gradually grew taller. He would sit a lot of delicious meals for my mother and me every night. Mom came back late and was busy all day long, so Dad took the initiative to take on the housework and help Mom share the burden. Whenever I have any request, Dad will try his best to satisfy me. Every time he travels, he brings back some gifts for my mother and me. Once, my test results were very unsatisfactory. Not only did my dad not blame me, but he also helped me understand and analyze the wrong questions to avoid making mistakes in the future. He kept comforting me. There will be opportunities in the future, and there will inevitably be frustrations in life. when……

Ah, Dad, thank you for giving me a strong fatherly love, I love you!

Father's Love Composition 600-word Narrative Essay Junior One Composition 2:

Father's love is deep, how deep? Father's love, in action, is as deep as the sea, but it is often little known.

That is a story that can be said to be a household name.

Once a few friends went out to play together, one accidentally cut his foot, and with the help of his companion, he limped home. I saw my father on the street. When he was complaining to his father and wanted a little comfort, his father said, "You go home, I still have things to do." He left without looking back. When he was saddened by his father's indifference, his companion told him: "I can guarantee that he will look back at you on the corner of the street."

He was skeptical, looking at his father's gradual departure from the back, a little closer to the corner of the street. The moment he turned around, an affectionate glance gave him a quick glance and disappeared. At this time, he was already in tears.

Father, paying countless amounts, would like to turn into a light cigarette, not wanting to be known. Like a thick tree, I would like to cast it cool. Like lush green leaves, sweet lining safflower.

I don’t know when, the children study hard day and night, and the parents accompany the study day and night. Once, my mother sat next to me and fell asleep soundly. Naturally it was very unpleasant, and there was no way, only to let her sleep on the high bed.

When the bell rang impatiently at midnight, he undressed and went to bed. The lights in the living room disappeared with the sound of the TV. It remained the same for a few days later. I always thought that Dad sitting in the living room watched TV until midnight. It turned out later that he never turned off the TV after watching the show-after I turned off the lights.

Dad has always been with me, silently giving me the courage and strength to persevere. Let me understand that there is only one person fighting side by side with her.

Fathers, always neglect to express their love. It is for this reason that we feel: the deep love as the mountain; the broad love as the sea.

Father's Love Composition 600-word Narrative Essay Junior One Composition 3:

In the past, I was ignorant and often beaten by my dad. At that time, I even hated my dad. One day, I asked my mother aggrievedly: "Mom, Dad always beats me, does he not love me anymore?" "Stupid boy, how could it happen! Dad loves you very much, but he is not good at expressing it." Oh! But I can't feel it at all!

It wasn't until one day that I deeply felt the warm father's love, and it still touched me.

It was a bitterly cold weather. People put on thick winter clothes and still felt the chill. After school at noon, I saw my father come to pick me up and rushed out of my grandfather's office. Who knew that the down jacket I just wore had a big hole in the rough corner. Dad saw it and didn't blame me. He just sighed and rode me to the darning stall outside the school.

My father asked me to take off my coat and make up for others. Suddenly, I felt a cold wind blow by, and a cold air rushed in. At this time, my dad, who is usually afraid of the cold, quickly took off his cotton-padded clothes and said to me with concern: "Yangyang, you can put it on, if you catch a cold, what can I do?" Although the temperature-padded jacket does not fit the body, I still feel particularly warm. As for my father, he was standing in the sun wearing only a sweater, rubbing his hands and stomping his feet. When I saw the look of my father, my heart felt hot, and my eyes were moved to tears. Dad, Dad, you would rather be cold yourself in order to prevent me from catching a cold. At this moment, I couldn't help but look at the big cotton-padded coat that I wore on myself, ah! It was my father's cotton-padded coat, but it was a warm father's love. It was like a warm current flowing all over my body.

How can I say that my father doesn't love me? Through this incident, I finally feel that my father loves me more than he loves himself!