Parents write compositions while working.

1.600 words to write parents' composition, imitating dad's back.

Dreaming of the black land of my hometown every night. Dream of my father's unforgettable back every night. ...

In winter, there is a cold wind and a cold face. Dead leaves on campus float to the ground. "Excuse me, where does Ding Yan live?" "Oh, it's right there." Several familiar conversations, mixed with harsh coughs from time to time, disturbed me when I was still at a party with Duke Zhou. It's him, and I responded reflexively, "Here it is, Dad!" " "So I quickly waited for a while and opened the door. A middle-aged man with gray hair, his hands shaking and purple in the cold wind, how can a thin shirt stop the cold wind in winter! The trouser legs rolled up, and a pair of slippers that didn't fit well seemed determined to fight against his toe scratched by his shoes and stood in front of me with rickets. It's dad, yes, leaving a slender shadow in the cold wind. ...

"Dad, you came to see me. What's wrong? " I wiped my hazy eyes and asked trembling. "Today is not to sign up for the self-study exam? Here is the money for you. " As he spoke, he took out a brand-new hundred-dollar coupon from his pocket and put it in my hand. A pair of hopeful eyes. This is a 100-yuan coupon with a temperature. How many sleepless nights did my father get the money? The body temperature dispelled the cold wind, and the hopeful eyes drove away the confusion in my heart …

"I have to go back, son, and do a good job ..." My father said, patted me on the shoulder and nodded, then turned and shuffled, leading a creaking bicycle out of the campus. Dad left, with hope for me, and returned to the black land that still belongs to him, leaving a moving landscape behind him. Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, it reminded me to be a strong knowledge and a real talent in society. ...

Father is back.

I have always wanted to write an article for my father, but I don't know where to start.

My father is very ordinary, an ordinary national cadre, and he is the kind of person who is particularly old-fashioned, honest, kind, upright and frank. My father is very knowledgeable, knowing astronomy above and geography below. When my father comes home, under the starry sky on a summer night, he will tell us which one is the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, and those two are the Big Dipper. My knowledge of astronomy should be said that my father was our first teacher.

Father also writes well. Every year during the Spring Festival, the villagers will bring red paper and ask my father to help me write couplets. My father is always responsive. My father is very kind. Whenever the villagers mention my father, they will say that my father is a great man.

What I want to say is the back of my father. It was the first time I left my parents to study in another city, and my father sent me to school (because it was my first time to travel far away). When we go out in the morning, it is already evening when we go to school. The teachers in the school have already left work. My father found a relative there, stayed there for one night, and it was dawn the next day. My father told me, "You have to sign up for admission and buy what you want. It's really no good asking relatives for help. I already told them. I have to go, take the early bus back and go back to work. " Father's work is very busy, I know that. When my father left, I felt lonely, helpless, melancholy and so on when I watched his fading back. I want to cry, but I dare not.

Later, my father laughed at me: "I know how you felt at that time, do you know?" 16 started to leave home, alone. Quietly sign up as a soldier. "Because of this, I learned to be self-reliant, self-reliant and self-loving. Another time, when I first joined the work, I went home for the New Year on holiday. When I went back to work, my father insisted that I get on the bus. At dawn, my father packed my bags and took me to the station. Help me carry my luggage to the car. I asked my father to go back because it was too cold. My father thought about it and left. After a while, my father came back with some snacks in his hand and brought them to me from the window: "Pinger, this is water, and there are some snacks for you to drink on the way." Take care of yourself when you go out. "I insist that my father go back and have a rest, because my father goes to work around 8 o'clock. My father went back under my repeated insistence, watching his father stumble, his back drifting away in the morning light, and I cried in the car. I know I have to take care of myself for the rest of my life. Of course, that morning, my father didn't know my sadness. Only after that, when I went home to work, I resolutely refused to let my family send me to the car. Usually my best friend or classmate gave it to me.

I'm afraid to see my father's aging back.

My father has retired. After retirement, mom and dad live a warm and healthy life together. This kind of warmth and calmness is beyond the reach of parents when they were young. Father, I will think of you whenever. I am in another distant city, bless you and your mother.

2. The composition of migrant workers' mothers' backs Perhaps in the minds of many children, what their mothers left them was a cordial comfort or a loving smile, and what their mothers left me was always an unreachable back.

My mother is a kindergarten teacher. She goes out early and comes back late every day, so she often ignores me. Every holiday, after I finish my homework, I have nothing to do. Living a life like a house girl every day, I feel like I'm turning into a briquette. Now is the longest holiday in a year-summer vacation. I thought my mother could take me out to have fun and relax, but I didn't expect my mother to go on a business trip and give a lecture, leaving me alone at home. To be honest, I'm used to it. Every time I smile and say, "Go, Mom, I will be obedient!" " "But my heart hurts inexplicably. I really want to keep her, but I can't say anything, but I know that my mother is so busy for me, and I can only miss her silently in my heart, make a phone call occasionally and listen to her voice.

Once, I got a hundred points in the English exam. I am very excited. I hurried home after school, intending to tell my mother the news as soon as possible. But when I wanted to talk, my mother said, "Mom will make a courseware today, give a lecture tomorrow, and maybe come back next week." Looking at my mother's busy back, my tears are spinning in my eyes. I looked down and turned to the bedroom.

It was not until the teacher called my mother that I told her the news angrily. "A bunch of grapes, what did you get a hundred points for not telling your mother? Give you some money to buy what you want. Mom has to go to work and go first. " Before I could speak, my mother had left the door. "You didn't give me a chance to tell you. You are busy at work every day and can't take care of me there. "

Mom, you always leave me an unreachable figure.

3. Composition about parents' backs, for the sake of that grateful heart.

Wind, rain, test * * *, sound in the ear; Calm, leisurely, slow and steady, keep in mind.

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"Remember, be calm, calm and steady when you answer; Don't be impetuous, easy first, then difficult, and slowly recall what you have learned on weekdays; In addition, don't forget to fill in your name and admission ticket number. If you have anything, raise your hand to find the invigilator ... "

"Oh, mom, you can rest assured! I know all this. You'd better go home. I will soon enter the examination room ... "

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The examination room was quiet, and thirty people took their time to meet the first important test in their life journey and make their first major choice. Facing the solemn five-star red flag above the blackboard, it seems that I am about to open up a brand-new world. I will repay my parents with gratifying achievements and feel a sense of pride in my heart.

For that grateful heart, I want to behave well today. At this time, I was very excited, and scenes of the past clearly emerged in front of me.

In early childhood, our twin sisters were physically weak and had poor immunity. Mom and dad walk the most by themselves, often once a day, or even two or three times a day.

After primary school, I feel much better, but we never let our parents worry. During this period, the most parents take is the way to the teacher's house.

When I went to middle school, the daily shuttle bus became a necessity for my parents.

With the approach of the senior high school entrance examination, what parents do most is to review with my sister every day, reminding us how to review what we have learned, sorting out scattered knowledge points and encouraging us to relieve stress.

At this moment, they are anxiously waiting outside the examination room, waiting for the triumph of their two precious daughters.

All these have strengthened my belief in working hard for that grateful heart.

"Mom, Dad, I love you!" This sentence has been deeply hidden in my heart for a long time. I finally got a chance to express it today. I want to express your love for us in the past ten years!

Sometimes, I also ask myself: Did God arrange all this long ago, and tied us together with this caring rope?

I also asked my parents the same question, "Green leaves are dedicated to the earth, and sunshine is dedicated to everything." Then mom and dad touched our heads and said, "mom and dad gave it to you, little fool!" " "

This reminds me of a poem by Meng Jiao: "But an inch of grass is full of affection, and you get three rays of spring"!

For this grateful heart, the pen in my hand keeps running-

For that grateful heart, I want to hand over a satisfactory answer sheet. ...

4. Describe mother's back when cooking. Some people say: "Motherly love is the lamp that illuminates the road at night; Motherly love is a tree that tired children can rely on.

Every time I come home from school and see my mother's tired back, I always feel bad for me and make me cry.

When I was a child, I often had a high fever and was weak. My mother takes me to the hospital all day. At that time, my mother's back was different from that of now. At that time, my back was generous, and now my back is exhausted.

I remember when I was in kindergarten. One day, it was raining heavily, and other parents came to pick up their children. I am alone, standing at the gate of the kindergarten, waiting for my family to pick me up. I can't help feeling a little resentful towards my parents: Why didn't you pick me up? "

Suddenly, a familiar figure came slowly towards me in the rain. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my mother. I was very happy and my anger slowly disappeared.

My mother was walking home behind my back. I feel my mother's shoulders are so warm, and my heart suddenly disappears from qi to warmth.

I said to my mother, "I want to come down, mom." After coming down, my mother and I held the same umbrella. When I got home, my mother saw that my schoolbag was wet! So she gave me her umbrella and ran home.

In the rain, I saw my mother's back again, so scarred and exhausted.

The next morning, my mother caught a cold and was lying in the hospital. I blame myself, why not let my mother run home with an umbrella, or my mother wouldn't get sick!

At this moment, my heart ached and I cried again when I saw my mother lying in the back row of the hospital.

Whenever I read Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer, I seem to vaguely see my mother's thin, tired and scarred back. I said to myself in my heart, "Mom, you are the touch of my life!" "

5. Write a composition about your father's back and your love for him.

You can write through your father's concern for you.

Or my father's behavior.

The following examples are for reference.

[Problem solving process]

Father hunched his back on the hillside and worked hard. The afterglow of the sunset dragged his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father stood up with a hoe polished by himself. Looking at the distance, my father looks so old. His face was weathered by the sun and rain, and it was wrinkled like old bark after a long drought. I can't forget my parents' kindness The years passed relentlessly, with no intention of stopping. My memory was aroused like a flood.

Living in the mountains, I am fascinated by the outside world. I seem to have forgotten the unchanging feelings in the mountains, my father's elongated figure and hunched back, but today I am facing this unchanging feeling! I secretly shed tears.

On Sunday, we have Sundays, but my father doesn't. On that tearful Sunday, my father raised his hoe on the hillside and plunged deep into the yellow land. I stood in the distance and looked at this great father. The hunchbacked father stood up with difficulty and almost raised the zenith by a few feet. Father looked into the distance, looked at the fields he had worked so hard to cultivate, put his hand into his pocket for a while and put a bag of cigarettes. I stood there quietly, my eyes blurred. I dare not and can't move, because my father's love for me is too heavy for me to bear.

I asked myself, why, why, why a kind father is not rewarded, why am I so stupid, is this for my father? He asked for nothing in return.

Oh, I see. My father is a mountain and I am a tree. The mountain always gives the tree a favor, and the tree constantly absorbs the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not be old? My father is Ling. Can I step on his back without bending him? .

I watched, and my tears flowed heartily. My father has shed tears for most of his life, but I know he is very wronged, but I just don't show it. So let me shed endless tears for my father and enjoy it!

I looked at my father on the mountain, but he still didn't stop. Sometimes he would stand up and look at the distance, and the overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with his livid face. Years passed on the yellow land, leaving a tired song to be sung to my father who worked hard in the long years, for nothing but to repay my father's deep love for his children. I just want to smooth my father's wrinkles with a song, but what should I do? As deep as a ditch, it is uneven.

The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow facing the sky.

I deeply apologize to my father, father, forgive me, because in the near future, my daughter will become a powerful string on your ancient bow and arrow and will never be forgotten.

6. Father's Back Write a 500-word composition Father's Back

In my mind, almost everything is vague, but the back left by my father is clear. What impressed me the most was either his desk under the dim light of the desk lamp or his angular and thin outline in the vast night. ...

My father is a busy man. He runs from home to work every day, like an endless pendulum. Nothing can describe him better.

The next night.

I was riding a bicycle alone on my way home, and the night wind mixed with raindrops hit my face, which was so cold that it hurt. When I turned the corner, I quickly rubbed the red back of my hand, only feeling a little warm, and then I continued on my way with satisfaction. I wonder when this weather will end.

Poof-poof-

Suddenly a voice sounded, which was particularly harsh in the empty alley. My heart thumped and I was suddenly surprised. I quickly braked, turned over and got off to check. Is there something wrong with my antique bike again? Yo, there's a hole in the tire, not too big or too small, just enough for a little finger to fit in. It never rains but it pours! I remember what my father told me repeatedly in the morning: "Be careful on the road. I think there is something wrong with this bike. Be careful when driving." I laughed at his pedantry at that time. I am not old enough to take care of myself. Now that I think about it, I was too careless.

I hesitated for a while, but decided to push the car back by myself. Who can blame this? The cart went on for a while, and I vaguely saw a figure standing under the street lamp not far away by the faint light shed by the street lamp. I didn't know that fool was standing outside in this cold weather. I took a few steps forward without warning and my tears came down. When I came to my senses, I realized that I was just looking at that man-my father, with tears and runny nose all over his face. Busy tonight. Actually, I'll take time to wait for me here. In a trance, my father came to my eyes and muttered, "I told you earlier that there was something wrong with the bike and you didn't listen." Let's wait and blow the cold wind to push the cart ... "

My tears came again when my father took the bike from me. I wiped my tears, but they never stopped. In the crystal tears, I saw the back of that thin dark blue coat again.

7. Imitate "Back" and write a short essay about parents. On the back of my father is the word 150.

My father is 47 years old. My father doesn't seem to have changed much since I was a child. He is still so handsome and retains his original personality, but he is still a handsome father in my heart. He will always have a young heart.

When I first entered junior high school, my homework was very heavy, but I didn't finish it until 1 1, 12. I procrastinate every day My father repeatedly reminded me that it was too late to fall asleep at my desk. My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" What's the use of studying at night! How many times have I told you, but you just won't listen! "Say that finish, my father sighed helplessly and walked out of the door with a slightly disappointed figure, only to find that my father was no longer like before-my father was old! In my memory, my father's back is always a straight body. He has long been unable to bear the burden of life and has a slight hunchback. His back, which is always full of confidence, has been smoothed by the trivial things in life and looks slightly hunched.

It was another hot summer day, and my father came to the primary school to pick me up by bike. The hot sun shines on my father's back. He is always busy, always diligent and always enthusiastic. These backs are old and a little hunched ... I haven't seen them clearly yet, but the sun took away the bright light. Maybe the sun was afraid that I was too sad and left.

At this time, the back reflects the dignity of a man and his father. It is magnificent, heroic and full of blood, just as my father usually taught me: "A good man aims at all directions, daughter, even if you are a girl, you must fight!" Go to Bo! "So, over the past few years, I have worked very hard to get good grades every year, just to live up to my father's deep love. ...

In the morning, when I was dreaming, my father tried to pull me out of bed: "Let's do morning exercises!" " "The sun shines on the earth, and the father's back is folded. This time is different!

That number is full of expectations, expectations for me, expectations for my brother, my brother ... all family members. I nodded confidently and caught up with my father. "yes! Tomboy, run! I compare with you! " ……

Father uses his love, his health, his busyness, his diligence and his enthusiasm; Everything about him has brought me everything today, but I have never complained. As a daughter, I know that my father's devotion, love and heart are worthy of my life's expectation and reward, so I will definitely work hard and strive hard to repay my father.

Father's back has different meanings, but it is the embodiment of deep fatherly love. My father's back will always be reflected in my mind and will never be erased.

8. Father's Back 600-word composition Father is old and hobbles forward. But the back is in my heart, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of seeing my father again and again when I was a child.

I remember one night, I didn't know if my father had come back. I slept in a daze and closed my eyes. It seems that my father and mother have talked for a long time. I woke up late the next day, and sure enough I saw my father standing by the bed watching us and laughing: "Get up, look, they have grown taller again!" " When eating, mother said, "Hurry up, your father will be on a business trip soon!" " "We just happy heart immediately sank down, very sad, want to destroy the father. My father seems to see our worries, too My father took a few cents out of his pocket and gave fifty cents each. At that time, the value of money was very heavy, and fifty cents was not difficult. After dinner, my father touched each of us on the head, carried a travel bag on his shoulder, said hello to my mother and went out. Looking at my father's back when he went out, I felt the penny he gave me, and my nose was sour.

I followed my mother when she wasn't looking. Looking at my father's thick and curvy back, it is so clear that it shuttles through the crowd and firmly attracts my sight. My father would never have thought that a 4-year-old child was so attached to him and said goodbye so sadly. Developing a happy family requires both the kindness of the mother and the care of the father. Just like the sun and the moon in the sky, it will be happy. I saw my father's back disappear, so I quickly ran a few steps, so I don't know how many times I ran. Finally, I just sat in the middle of the road and looked at my father's approaching back, holding a dime my father gave me in my hand and crying all the time. At that time, I couldn't express it in any words. I just kept saying, "I gave fifty cents, I gave fifty cents ..."

However, when I see my father's back in the future, I will remember seeing his back when I was a child. That warm memory and sincere affection will last forever in my memory.

9. My father's back composition just wants to tell my father that I really love him.

Dad stared at my 55.5 test paper for a while, then turned and left. Everything is fine. I thought he would be furious. I can watch him leave again. At that moment, I found that he was much older, his back was not as straight as before, and the height of 1.82 meters no longer made me feel towering. His original good figure also has a "beer belly". At that moment, my heart suddenly felt so stuffy and breathless. Something called guilt was roaring and surging, like an endless surging river. I slumped in my chair, and everything around me drifted away, disappeared, disappeared. ...

In my memory before I was 6 years old, not many belonged to my father, because when I was young, he always went abroad for business trips three times, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months or even a year or two. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother. Maybe at that time, she was the only one for me. I remember many nights when I kept pestering her to tell me stories. My mother told the story in a feminine tone and gentle voice, and I fell asleep. Maybe I didn't realize it so many years ago, but in retrospect, my mother missed my father very much-because those wonderful stories belonged to him.

When I was six, my father came back. Although I don't have much impression of him, maybe only a vague outline, I fell in love with him at the airport that afternoon.

I couldn't help crying and ran to give him a silent hug. This inexplicable action excited my father-after all, he didn't think that I was still close to his father, and his father didn't see him often-maybe this is why blood is thicker than water. However, the reunion is short-lived. Six months later, he went to Australia.

Another year passed and my father came back. Since then, we have never been apart. At that time, we still lived in an old house on Linping Road, with only two rooms, a corridor and a bathroom, but this constituted our warm home. But at that time, I was in poor health and had problems: bronchitis, tracheitis, pneumonia and asthma. For two years, I have a fever, a cold and a cough, and I have an injection and a drip. Those days were chaotic, confused and at a loss, just mechanically repeating various actions of taking medicine and infusion bottles. Nevertheless, I still clearly remember that every time I went to the hospital, my father carried me behind my back. Generous shoulders, my tall and straight figure as a haven at that time, gave me a sense of security and was a figure worthy of relying on and trusting. At that time, I still stubbornly believed that I would always be warm as long as I put my arms around my father's neck, and I would always be safe as long as I could see his back.

After two years of baptism of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, my illness finally recovered. At that time, I was in Grade Two, and we entered my present home as usual. I was ill as soon as my father came back, so he resigned to take care of me. After his recovery, he began to invest. Maybe he didn't realize that the real trouble had just begun.

There is no doubt that I like playing, and sometimes I am crazy. I was mistaken for a quiet girl because of my illness, and I began to expose my true colors: broken glass was left by a fight.

It's very late, but the numbers that are still playing wildly bear witness to all this. Getting good grades doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. The teacher began to ignore me, and my father left a sentence after knowing everything: "Think about what you are doing? ! "A seemingly ordinary sentence means that he understands and I understand-this is a calm but dangerous warning. It seems that because of this sentence, I grew up a little, I learned to master the sense of proportion, and I found everything that should belong to me again. But who knows, I have already branded a picture in my mind: the back of my father who left after that sentence seems stiff and full of anger, and I can feel him flinching. It's a volcano that can erupt anytime and anywhere, because the magma inside seems to have been boiling for a long time. Beneath the angry appearance, there is deep helplessness and endless sighs.

My father hugged me tightly, as if I were preparing for the entrance exam for the fifth grade. That year, I made up all the lessons I had left behind: three years of Olympics and five years of ancient poetry. At that time, what supported me to study day and night was a father's words: "After four years of relaxation, you should study hard!" Then he left, his back in the sun actually has a sacred glory, which is a kind of trust and confidence in me. He has dreams and hopes for his daughter's future, and he has the hope of winning. I was moved by that back and started my real learning journey.

10. My mother recited 600 words of composition (2) My mother is an ordinary medical worker and works as a nurse in a hospital.

From the beginning of being sensible, I found a word "busy" in my mother. My mother often goes out early and comes back late. Climb three strokes a month and go home quickly. When she comes home every day, she looks tired and sometimes falls asleep before eating. I really can't understand seeing her as tired as a broken machine. Is my mother the busiest in the world? Why can't she squeeze in some time for my poor child? I really envy those students who have been accompanied by their parents. How happy they are to have a family reunion dinner at night, to have their parents help them with their homework, to play games, hide and seek, to visit the park and to tell the story of "Wolf and White Rabbit" every holiday! My mother, on the other hand, often has to work overtime. There are no holidays, and sometimes she is on duty all day and night. Today, she said that she had several operations and will have several operations tomorrow, so she has no time to talk to me, let alone play with me. Mom, how lonely you often leave me at home alone. Every evening I can only lie on the windowsill and wait to hear my mother's footsteps coming back from work, hoping to see her thin figure as soon as possible.

Once, I finally couldn't help it. Out of curiosity, I came to the hospital with questions to see what my mother was busy with. I'll give an "anonymous interview". When I came to the hospital, I only saw a long queue at the door of each rash room, and everyone was in pain. I looked up at the operating room. Only one person was wearing a surgical gown, a surgical cap, a white mask and long rubber gloves in his hand. Only two black eyes are exposed. It looks like a clown on TV. I thought it was really funny at first sight, and suddenly I heard this "clown" make a kind and familiar voice. Ah! So it's mom. I didn't recognize her in overalls. "Mom is going to have an operation. You can play by yourself. " Still the same old saying. I'm really disappointed and I don't understand. At this time, an old man in a hospital gown came up with his child and said to me, "Your name is Chen Jiayang? Your mother often talks about you, saying that you are a sensible and obedient boy. You have a good mother, and we often get her selfless help. " Later, grandpa told me that he was very ill. He was so tired after the operation that he couldn't move all over. My mother takes good care of him and often helps him turn over, wipe his body, feed and change clothes ... The child who lives in the same room with his grandfather also said excitedly, "I came to the hospital with a serious illness, but my parents came here to work and the family environment was not good. Just a few days after hospitalization, I had no money to live, so I had to be discharged from the hospital. When your mother found out, she said it would be dangerous for a good child to leave the hospital like this. You will stay for treatment, and I will pay for it. Thanks to my aunt's help, my illness will soon get better and I can leave the hospital for school tomorrow. " They also said that mom helped many people.

When I finished listening, I couldn't help crying. Mom, I misunderstood you. At this moment, I saw my mother hurriedly pushed open the door of the operating room and went in. I suddenly feel how tall and generous my mother's back is. You have traded your hard work for the health and happiness of others. Mom, you are amazing. I love you!