I live in a family full of warmth, tolerance and happiness. My parents are both university teachers. I was born at 8 o'clock in the morning, and they gave me a very distinctive name-XXX. They very much hope that I can grow up full of vitality and happiness like the rising sun.
For some reason, I have been particularly interested in all kinds of cars since I was a child. Whenever I have the opportunity to go shopping with my mother, I can't help chasing after the car and smelling the strong smell of gasoline until I am too tired to run. I especially like taking the bus, too. I have taken buses, double-decker buses, vans, jeeps and cars. And every time I try to sit by the window, I will greedily stare at all kinds of vehicles coming and going on the road and think: when can I drive one of them and experience the fun of driving by myself? Besides, I also like to collect all kinds of toy cars. At that time, the economic conditions at home were not very good. Nevertheless, my parents scrimped and saved, and bought me many car toys and an assembly road. When I have nothing to do, I will assemble roads with different structures and shapes and fill them with different types of handlebars. Driving these cars has become my greatest pleasure.
In a blink of an eye, I have entered the first grade of primary school. Most children my age in my class are forced by their parents to learn this and that. My parents are very tolerant of me. Once my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. Because I like painting at ordinary times, I thought about it and told my mother that I wanted to learn to paint. Mom and dad were very happy at that time and immediately bought crayons, colored pens, drawing paper and so on. So I drew it with great interest. ...
Many parents of children my age are eager for their children to succeed. They don't consider children's wishes at all, impose their wishes on them, and force them to learn piano or something. Reluctantly, they are forced to practice the piano every day and have to learn this and that. In the face of their parents' indifferent expression, they were so "abused" by their parents at a young age, and I really feel wronged for them. I am much luckier than them. My parents never force me. I draw a picture when I am interested. Over time, my paintings have improved a lot unconsciously, and I often get praise from my parents! composition
This is my family. In this warm, tolerant and lucky family, I am growing up healthily and happily.
600 words, my family story composition won the first prize.
Students, how many interesting things do you have with your family? Please read my family story below!
That was March 27th, 20 1 1 year. Just came home from school, my mother told me that my parents would play hide-and-seek with me later. I said, "great, mom and dad are going to play hide-and-seek with me!" " "After a while, my father came to my bedroom. Let's start with rocks, scissors and cloth and decide who will catch it. " Rock, scissors and cloth. Oh, that's too bad. How can we catch it? "Dad said," Nothing, maybe you can catch us at once? " I thought, "Yes, I may have caught them at once. "But I haven't caught my parents for a long time. I said, "Mom and Dad, I'm hungry. I want to eat. " My mother jumped out of the cupboard with a bang. It turned out that my mother was hiding in the cupboard, and my mother was cheated. "Ah? Mom is out. Where's Dad? He should come out, too "My mother told me," Your father hid under the bed. Go find him! ""that's how I caught dad. Dad said, "I used to be the king of hide-and-seek in my class, and you caught me." It's incredible! " ""That's because my mother told me where you were, so I caught you. " I said, and then I laughed.
My family is always full of joy, and I will never forget the love from my parents!
(3) The composition of "Home" is 300 words, centering on my family members, and making up the story of me and our family.
My mother in the kitchen wakes me up from my dream with pots and pans every day and takes me home from my dream.
Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat, and my mother is a sail, carrying Chen Chen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.
weekend
On weekends, I always want to sleep more, but my mother always wakes me up early. I am too fat, so I take me to do morning exercises.
"First, run around the community." Mom, don't talk while running.
"I don't want to run."
"Run." My mother glared at me and told me vividly.
" 12 1, 12 1 ..."
Finally, after the morning, I went home to do my homework. Mom and dad are busy eating lunch.
In the kitchen.
Pots and pans crackled, dad put the prepared materials into the pot, and mom was cooking delicious tomato and egg soup. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering, so I have to tell myself silently that I'm almost ready, wait a little longer.
Haha, hot dishes are finally on the table, which makes my mouth water. I grabbed a sweet and sour sparerib and stuffed it in my mouth without washing my hands. Wow! It's so hot that I have to keep blowing. My dad saw it and went over and said that my little greedy cat asked for it. Who said I was greedy?
It's afternoon.
I watch TV, surf the Internet and read books with my parents. Sometimes my father will play chess with me, and my mother will speak a few words of English to improve my English.
In a blink of an eye, it's dinner time again. Mom and Dad went to cook.
In the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight is a very pleasant thing. My father's left hand and my mother's right hand hook my hand to form a harmonious family, and we are all laughing.
Dreams are so sweet
I fell asleep with sweet memories.
final result
In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.
(4) A family story composition that moved me 600 times.
He, a child who just turned 10 years old, he, a person who started the family burden at the age of six, he is, a child who lives in a shabby old house in the village.
Seimi Zhang's father, Zhang Guihai, was a man who won a grand prize in a martial arts competition, but he was injured by a falling stone at work. Now I have been paralyzed in bed for many years, and I don't even have basic self-care ability.
In the next two years, death took away Seimi Zhang's grandfather and grandmother, and his mother went out to work. Since then, there has been no news, and the sky in Seimi Zhang has collapsed.
From that day on, six-year-old Seimi Zhang began to take care of his father alone and shoulder the burden of the family.
Nobody cooks. Six-year-old Seimi Zhang said to his father, I can cook. He was shorter than the stove at that time, but he stepped on the small bench, added water, lit the fire and started cooking. He cooked a bowl of noodles for the first time, but he put less water in it, and when he put more noodles in it, the noodles were burnt. But when his father ate this bowl of batter, he burst into tears!
Nobody carries water. Six-year-old Seimi Zhang said to his father, I'll carry the water. There was no water at home at that time. Usually, you have to go down steep stone steps to a large reservoir four or five meters deep when drinking water. Six-year-old Seimi Zhang couldn't carry two buckets of water on his thin shoulders, so he had to carry it in a blue bucket. The pool was deep, so Xiao Zhang Meng had to walk carefully to the nearest step to fetch water. The road is long and slippery, but Zhang Meng can do it.
Alina Zhang is going to study. What if no one takes care of his father? Young Seimi Zhang asked the school to promise him a request, that is, to be a little late and leave early every day. Later, when other students were still sleeping, Seimi Zhang got up early to make breakfast, dressed his father, watched him finish breakfast, and then took up his schoolbag and ran to school.
In the afternoon, Seimi Zhang ran home with his schoolbag on his back. Because his father, who was paralyzed in bed, had just had breakfast, he wanted his father to have dinner early.
Every night, other students have already gone to bed, and Seimi Zhang has to serve his father to go to bed and take care of him. It's very late to open the exercise book and finish the day's homework. Although he has been very busy, he has never stopped his homework. He has always been an example for teachers and classmates!
When I finished reading this article, I was moved to tears. A six-year-old boy, living in such a poor family, shoulders unimaginable difficulties. Think about myself. Growing up, my parents loved me in every way, but when I met some difficulties, I gave up halfway. How can this difficulty compare with the one he encountered?
I'm ashamed.
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5] My junior high school composition is 600-700 words!
Everyone has a family, but not everyone's family is a happy family. A happy family is not happy because it is rich, but a happy family composed of the laughter of several people and the happy smile of everyone every day.
In my family, there are four people: my father, my mother, my brother and me.
My father is an honest, capable and considerate father. He loves me, my mother and my whole family. Although he didn't go to school well when he was a child and now he doesn't have a good formal job, he is a good father in my eyes and a good husband who understands and cares about his mother in my mother's eyes. Tell me about my mother!
Then I'll talk more. Mom: Although she has a bad temper, she is a good daughter-in-law in the eyes of the villagers and a good daughter-in-law in the hearts of grandparents. Grandma is glad that she is not wrong. Yes, my mother is a good mother, but I don't know why. Since entering junior high school, every time I go home on holiday, there is a fierce struggle. Even I don't know why. Maybe every child doesn't want everything in the hands of his parents when he grows up! Since the children's palace went to junior high school, I suddenly have a feeling that I can't even tell what it is. I feel that I have grown up, but I have many things on my mind, but I don't want to tell anyone about myself, including my mother. I don't want to tell her anything in my heart, because I can't communicate with my mother at all. I think this may be a problem in my heart! Mom, she is a kind and honest mother and will pay all costs to care for others. Although I love quarrelling with her all day, I mean no harm. I don't know why I am like this.
Friend, can you tell me why everyone is in such a mood at this time?
This is my family. In this warm, tolerant and lucky family, I am growing up healthily and happily. I will always live happily in this family.
My family story about the 800-word limit of good family style composition
The school conducted a family style survey. "What is family style?" On the elevator home, I couldn't wait to ask my mother.
Mother smiled and said, "You should pay attention to observation. In fact, every day, your behavior reflects our family style. "
Why don't I remember? I scratched my head hard and looked at my father doubtfully. Father smiled lazily and said, "Go back and ask Grandpa."
I rolled my eyes helplessly, knowing that they would never tell me. You have to observe for yourself!
When I got home, my grandfather had prepared a delicious meal. I took chopsticks first, ready to storm the food. At this time, my father frowned and said, "Did you go on a family trip?" Grandpa hasn't served yet, how can he eat first? "
Oh, I suddenly realized that this is family style! I quickly put down my chopsticks, went to the kitchen to help grandpa bring out the last dish, and sat straight at the table. When grandpa sat down, grandpa said, "It's time to eat." I started munching on food with chopsticks. At this time, my father patted my head and said, "Yes, this is a filial and polite child!" " "
"Then what's the family style in our family?" I munched on my food and mumbled.
Dad said: "Eating without talking, sleeping without talking, this is family style!" " However, there are other family styles that you can experience when practicing. "Dad said, and the thief smiled insidiously twice. I suddenly felt cold in my back and my goose bumps fell out. How terrible!
It's almost half past eight, and my mother said, "Son, it's time to practice." This voice is gentle like the voice of an angel, but I really feel like the devil is calling me!
"Oh, no!" I let out a cry of pain, reluctantly put down the book and slowly began to change clothes.
After half an hour of kicking, bending over and cheating, I ushered in the ultimate test-cheating against the wall! This kind of pain comes from the bottom of my heart and runs into every pore in my heart. I am too painful to speak or even scream. I just want to end this demon moment quickly! But my mother said, "There are still five minutes. Hold on, the art troupe is waving to you! " ! Do you want to listen to a song to relax? "Her voice is very gentle, but I am really in pain! In order to enter the art troupe, I have to grit my teeth and insist, and I will endure it! I began to take a deep breath, adjust my mood and let my mother play a song for me. Slowly, I won't feel any pain. I know I've exceeded the limit for tonight-my legs are numb!
At this moment, dad pushed the door and came in. He smiled and said, "Today is good. I insist on more and more time! " Judging from your appearance, it is possible to hold on for another 80 or 90 minutes! Didn't you ask me what family style is? This is our family style, eating hard and having perseverance! "
A spring breeze blows in my heart, and occasionally, it turns out that this is also a family style. I did a good job!
This is our family style. What about yours?
(7) The compositions given to me by my family are all 700-word narratives, which are realistic and express true feelings.
Warm family
An accident happened after the second class this morning. I want to go out to play. Just as I walked to the door of the classroom, Wang Yuntao gave me a push behind the door and only heard a bang. I don't know, I just feel that my left middle finger is crushed unconscious. "ah!" I froze for a few seconds before I let out a cry of pain, and a terrible pain hit me. Zhu Guangyao stood beside me and asked with concern, "What's the matter, isn't it?" "I ..." I moved my right hand covering my middle finger. "ah!" It turned out that a large piece of skin on the middle finger was rubbed off by the door and the meat was exposed. It looks terrible. At this moment, Zhang Yanan blunt come over, asked with concern, "are you ok? Do you want to tell the teacher? " "hmm!" I nodded. Zhang Yanan hurried to Mr Zhu's office. Soon, she came back and said, "Mr. Zhu has gone to a meeting. She will be back soon. Go to her seat and have a rest! " At this time, many students severely criticized Wang Yuntao, and then surrounded me and asked me if I was hurt. Everyone also clamored to tell me that we should pay attention to our diet and not eat fish, shrimp, eggs and other things during this time. Although I didn't say anything because of the pain, I felt warm after listening to everyone's concern.
Finally, when Mr. Zhu came back, all the students crowded up and reported what had happened. Teacher Zhu immediately took me to the "community hospital" by bike. The doctor disinfected me with alcohol, applied some medicine, and finally wrapped me with emery cloth. Teacher Zhu asked me, "Does it hurt now?" "It's not too painful." I answered. "oh! That's good! " Teacher Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and drove me back to school.
Back in the classroom, everyone asked this and that with concern. Zhang Yanan looked back: "What happened? I really want to let your injury turn to me! " I can't help laughing, because I'm glad to have such a good friend willing to share the pain with me. It's not convenient for me to pack my schoolbag after school. At this time, Li Zubao next to me rushed over to help me clean up. I'm really touched.
Today, although my flesh has suffered a little, I feel that the whole person is surrounded by happiness with the concern of teachers and classmates. I am glad that I live in this warm big family.
Teacher's comments:
In this narrative, the author felt the concern of teachers and classmates through the fact that his hand was caught in the door, thus highlighting the theme of "warm family". The article is a successful exercise with appropriate details and reasonable structure.
My family story composition is 400 words.
My family members are my father, mother, sister and me. Although my sister is from my aunt's house, count me in!
In this family, my sister is most afraid of me, I am afraid of my father, my father is afraid of my mother, and my mother is afraid of my sister.
Once, I borrowed a book from the library. My sister wanted to see it, but I didn't give it to her. She is about to use her unique skill-crying. I'm not afraid either. I said, "If you cry, I'll take you to buy something to eat." Hearing this, my sister quickly put away "Jin Doudou" and stopped crying. Hey hey! My sister is afraid of me.
Just when I was happy, my father came over and asked me, "Have you finished your homework?" I said hesitantly, "No.""What? I'm so angry that I haven't finished writing. Do it quickly. " Dad said angrily. Well, I have to bow.
The wind. Go and do your homework. Dad finished watching TV. At this moment, my mother came up to my father and said, "Give me the remote control. I want to watch TV. " "No, I want to watch the football match." Dad said.
"Hum, don't give! Be careful that I dialed the plug so that you can't see it. " Hearing this, my father had to give the remote control to my mother and apologize. Hey, hey! Dad is afraid of mom. My mother was watching TV with relish when my sister ran away.
Come to my mother and say, "Auntie, shall we go out to play?" "No, I can't stop watching TV series!" "Sister listened to, a curl of mouth, tears fell down. Mother has to go shopping with her sister. Hey!
Like a mother's head being knocked off the throne!
This is my family.
My family education story is 600 words.
When I was in kindergarten, my mother was very concerned about my study. As soon as I got home, she asked me if I could learn Chinese Pinyin today, Chinese characters were difficult to remember and math problems were not understood ... But my father always seemed to think that my mother didn't understand education, so I didn't think my mother could participate in my study. So on the first morning of my primary school, my father said loudly to my mother, "You can't take care of Yuan Bo's study in the future." Take care of it again, it's strange that Yuan Bo's academic performance can be improved! "Dad also solemnly told me," If your mother asks you about your study again,
Don't tell her. "
But my mother seems to think that my father only teaches well in reading and composition, and has his own methods. He only knows a little about other subjects, not to mention teaching. If I only let my father take charge of my study, my academic performance will not improve! Why does mom think so? It turns out that my father didn't get 100 points in mathematics several times since he went to elementary school, but my mother often got full marks in mathematics until she went to high school. But my father only recognized that my mother didn't understand education and never cared about her study, so he didn't find her excellent in math. My mother didn't listen to my father and began to help me with my math. In order not to let dad find out, we use the time when dad goes out to give lectures or go to work. I showed my mother the latest math problems and math test papers, and then summed up the experience and lessons of this paragraph together and made a plan. Before dad came home, he had put away his study tools. Dad never found out. With the help of my parents, my academic performance has always been among the best.
The first winter vacation, my father called my mother and said to her, "I won't let you take care of Yuan Bo's study. You see, this decision is really wise and great! " Don't! Where is dad's decision? Isn't it the result of my mother secretly tutoring me? I listened in the room and ran out to tell my father the secret of my mother and me. At this time, my mother and I seemed to see through my mind and waved to me quickly.
As I grow older, I gradually understand that there are two kinds of love: some love is visible and some love is hidden.
⑽ Give me three short articles about family life, with more than 700 words. Come on!
Home is a warm word for all of us. Since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering, but the end point of wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul-home.
In the process of exile, Qu Yuan, who suffered from Li Sao, thought most about that home-Du Ying. So no matter how much he suffers, he can wear a high crown and hold a sword and sing his own "Nine Songs". Once Ying Du was captured and his country was destroyed, he knew there was no home in the world. He went to another place farther away, and that was his home.
No wonder some people say that "when we meet by chance, we are all foreigners". Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is home in the Qinling Mountains, the snow is holding the green horse back." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "sink back again, and I suddenly think of home"; Du Fu is selfless, knowing that "a letter from home is worth a thousand pounds of gold"; Xin Qiji just wants to return to a happy home with honor. Li Houzhu has the melancholy of "just a river flowing eastward", and it is only a memory of a peaceful seat in the homeland of the Southern Tang Dynasty ... The literati in the feudal era often drifted in the mountains and under the ancient sunset road because of the future, perhaps because of the war, perhaps for other reasons, but when they saw the lights in the city and the sporadic fishing light on the river, or saw the wisps of light smoke on the ridge of Shan Ye, how could they not remember that beauty? But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist!
Even in peaceful and quiet times, the attachment to home is still so strong. My family is beautiful, happy, peaceful, healthy, and brothers and sisters live in harmony. "Beijingers in new york" tells the overseas China people's view of home, that is, in the quadrangle, the family is happily reunited. Huang Lei's home in "Time flies" is the unique charm of Jiangnan water town, and it is also the taste of Grandpa Qi studying there.
At this age, our views on home are even different: we want to own a house of our own, decorate it ourselves and live by ourselves; Who walks with me in the distance in the clouds, stays near the sun, can hide their ears, stay away from the secular noise, and want a clean and free life. Rebellious children think so, but good children don't. They want to live with their parents and put their old home and future home together.
Home is not just a house, it is a haven for drifters and a post for the soul. In short, this is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my family.
Happy Chinese New Year
This year's Spring Festival is full and peaceful.
My uncle moved to a new house this year. Grandma said that the more relatives in the new house, the better. So on New Year's Eve, my family of three rushed to my uncle's house in Changsha for the New Year. My uncle's house is very busy for the New Year. My aunt's father, mother, brother and sister-in-law are here. Together with my grandmother, grandfather, aunt and our family, * * * a total of 12 people will celebrate the New Year together. On the evening of 30th, 12 people gathered around a big table to celebrate the reunion year. Everyone toasted each other, blessed each other and had a very happy meal. My toast was praised by everyone, and everyone said I was smart and lovely. I'm flattered, let alone happy.
In the evening, we go to the backyard of the villa to set off fireworks. When we got there, there were already many people. Looking up, I saw fireworks everywhere, colorful and beautiful. Some fireworks are like butterflies, dragonflies, bees and parachutes ... The whole backyard has become a world of flowers, a sea of flowers. Firecrackers are endless and very lively. After I carefully lit a "hat" fireworks, I quickly ran to my parents. Unexpectedly, the hat suddenly exploded. Before I knew it, a stone-like fragment hit my chin heavily, and I felt a sharp pain. I cried, and everyone came running, and some asked me if my eyes were hurt. Some people asked me if I was bleeding ... Dad held me for a long time without talking, just rubbed me with his hand and then took me back to my uncle's house. I deeply felt the care and love of my relatives. Although hurt, hurt, but my heart is still warm.
On the fourth day, we left Changsha and rushed to Chaling's grandparents' house.
Grandparents smiled happily when they saw us. Grandpa touched my head and said that I had grown taller. Grandma took my hand and said that I had grown into a big girl. My brother and younger brother asked me why I came here now. My aunt, uncle, uncle and aunt all affectionately call me "Jiajia". In the evening, grandma also cooked my favorite dishes-fish and chicken legs, which were sweet, slippery and delicious.
The next day, we all went to our hometown Huangnitang to worship our ancestors. My dad's car arrived first, and my uncle and them arrived later. My brother called their car a "turtle" and made us all tremble with laughter. When I came to my grandparents' graves, my father told me: When I worship my ancestors, I should put my hands together and make a wish in my heart, adding "Grandparents bless me" in front. My brother has changed a lot since he came back from vacation. A few years ago, he was asked to worship his ancestors. He is always naughty and makes excuses not to go. But it's different now. He not only volunteered to go, but also made a very pious wish in front of the ancestral temple. After ancestor worship and dinner, we returned to Chaling. Because of the school, a few days later, we reluctantly returned to Zhuzhou.
During the Spring Festival, Changsha and Chaling are very happy, although it is very hard to go back and forth by car.
My happy family life.
My mother in the kitchen wakes me up from my dream with pots and pans every day and takes me home from my dream.
Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat, and my mother is a sail, carrying Chen Chen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.
On weekends, I always want to sleep more, but my mother always wakes me up early. I am too fat, so I take me to do morning exercises.
"First, run around the community." Mom, don't talk while running.
"I don't want to run."
"Run." My mother glared at me and told me vividly.
" 12 1, 12 1 ..."
Finally, after the morning, I went home to do my homework. Mom and dad are busy eating lunch.
In the kitchen.
Pots and pans crackled, dad put the prepared materials into the pot, and mom was cooking delicious tomato and egg soup. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering, so I have to tell myself silently that I'm almost ready, wait a little longer.
Haha, hot dishes are finally on the table, which makes my mouth water. I grabbed a sweet and sour sparerib and stuffed it in my mouth without washing my hands. Wow! It's so hot that I have to keep blowing. My dad saw it and went over and said that my little greedy cat asked for it. Who said I was greedy?
It's afternoon.
I watch TV, surf the Internet and read books with my parents. Sometimes my father will play chess with me, and my mother will speak a few words of English to improve my English.
In a blink of an eye, it's dinner time again. Mom and Dad went to cook.
In the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight is a very pleasant thing. My father's left hand and my mother's right hand hook my hand to form a harmonious family, and we are all laughing.
Dreams are so sweet
With sweet memories, I entered a dream.
In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.