Jiade' ai composition

Family composition 1 Our family is a happy, comfortable and happy family. My parents, grandparents always care about me, take care of me, care about me, let me grow up happily and healthily, and let me understand what is my favorite.

Dad is the "pillar" and the "authority" of our family. Almost everything can be implemented only after consulting with him. He is also the most atmospheric, and I can impress him with a word. I wanted to travel, so he took us on a trip. Although we will encounter scorching sun, wind and rain, lightning and thunder along the way, these are not enough to be stumbling blocks and can't stop our journey at all. He took his whole family to travel, but he didn't hesitate to work. I was moved by his love for his son. Seeing his hard and busy figure, my heart ached faintly. Whenever I tell him to rest, he always says he is not tired. In order to make his family live a better life, he worked hard and kept fighting. In my eyes, he is a hero who never gives up. I must learn from him in the future and become an indomitable man for my family.

My mother, I think she is the embodiment of kindness, which is mainly reflected in the fact that when I make mistakes, she always earnestly tells me to correct them. Although sometimes it is inevitable to get a little scolding, beating is pro, scolding is love, and she is also good for me. It is because of her that I can grow up happily and healthily. Once, I made a mistake outside. At home, she taught me patiently and told me a lot of truth, letting me know not to fall down twice in the same place. As long as I correct my mistakes, I am still a good boy. After that, she returned to her kind and gentle appearance, which made me feel the greatness of maternal love.

My grandmother is a very kind person. She has been with me since she was a child. When she teaches me math, she always takes it seriously, discusses it with me step by step, and draws a conclusion after careful observation. She is a person who is willing to give without expecting anything in return, so I love her very much. When I was a child, my grandfather always chased me around the village because I was too naughty and often made adults angry. But he never wanted to do it. I think the person he cares about most is me.

I am really happy to live in such a happy family, and I will cherish it.

There is a classmate named Liu Junyi in our class. He was smart and active since he was a child, and the fight was really fierce, as if the whole class were his enemies. He is stubborn and lovely. I remember not long after I entered primary school, the teacher said to everyone, "Students, don't go near this window, or it will fall down, which is very dangerous." Liu Junyi is very curious, just want to have a look, give it a try, knock for a while and shoot for a while. Suddenly, I heard the sound of "crash", and the students heard it and left: Oh, my God, Liu Junyi's hand is blood. Suddenly, the classroom was in chaos. Usually very brave, he also cried at the moment and stood there motionless.

At this time, everyone doesn't know what to do. Suddenly someone said, "Take Liu Junyi to the infirmary quickly." The students took action at once: some students flew to the teacher to report; Some gently and firmly hold his head for fear of strangling him; Some people clutched his feet tightly, and everyone-too many cooks-struggled to carry Liu Junyi to the infirmary. But Liu Junyi's hands were still bleeding, and the students' clothes, hands and shoes were stained with bright red blood. Everyone's heart is in panic and anxiety. At this time, Liu Junyi is so heavy and the road to the infirmary is so long ... Finally, Teacher Lei heard the voice and said without thinking, "I can't go to the infirmary, I have to go to the hospital."

Teacher Lei went to the hospital on his back, and the students breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of Liu Junyi's sad crying, the naughty classmates quietly found a broom to clean up the pieces of blood shed by Liu Junyi ...

Teacher Lei took Liu Junyi back to the classroom. Seventy pairs of concerned eyes turned to Liu Junyi, only to see his right hand wrapped in layers of thick gauze and a white bandage around his neck to protect his injured hand. "Liu Junyi ..." "Liu Junyi ..." "Liu Junyi ..." Everyone gathered around, and the students near Liu Junyi looked at the injured hand, stroking it gently, and kept blowing on the wound ... "Does it hurt? Does it still hurt? I won't hold your injured right hand again ... ""Call me when you need it. " ..... Things fell to the ground, deskmate immediately bent down to pick it up for him; At dinner, the students scrambled to bring him rice and soup; He wants to go to the toilet, and his male classmates help him. ...

The students' love warmed Liu Junyi's heart. The injury slowly recovered. After this painful experience, the little friend was no longer so horizontal, but became more lovely, friendly and polite. He said: "You are not my little friends, you are a group of lovely little Lei Feng!" " "

Love at home is the source of love, which gushes from your heart and occupies everyone's heart. It contains infinite power. Home is a warm collective, a haven of refuge, a world full of love, and a warm and moving place forever. When they are together, it is the' love' and great love at home.

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? Mom, he gave us life, and she will always be at home. At school, there is always a gentle exhortation before leaving; Be safe. When I came home from school, it was you who caught my eye. You brought me a cup of hot tea and took good care of me. This is an expression of' feelings' and a way for you to convey your love. I can't forget the sad and desperate look when I talked back to you, and the sad and tired look when I was sick. I can't get rid of this scene in my mind, and it has been stored in the box of memory. A person not only needs kind maternal love to soothe the soul and increase self-confidence, but also needs strict fatherly love to warn himself and avoid going astray. I remember when I was a child, I was not sensible and always made some small mistakes. I was playing in your room and accidentally broke your favorite painting. I was scared and hid in a hurry, but these things can't escape your eyes. Although you know I broke it, you asked everyone who took it. You wanted me to admit my mistake, but I lied out of fear.

Of course, the younger brother is also a member of the' family'. My brother is a naughty boy, but he also has a kind and lovely side. Whenever I come home from school, he will share delicious food or other things with me. He will comfort me and make me happy. Although what my brother gave me was not as great as maternal love and fatherly love, it would make me feel extremely gratified and warm.

Home is like a colorful flower, blooming in the world, bringing beauty and warmth.

When I was a child, my grandparents loved me very much, so I also loved my grandparents very much. This makes our family full of love!

That was when I was 5 years old! My grandparents took me fishing by the river. I swung from side to side with a small fishing net and ran in front of my grandparents. They never caught up with me. Grandpa always shouts at the back: "run slowly, don't fall down!" " "I ran like I didn't hear you.

When I got to the river, I stepped on the stone and walked to the nearest place to the water. I put my net in the water to fish. Grandma saw it and said, "Don't be so close to the water, come up quickly, do you hear?" I didn't seem to listen. I went on fishing. My grandmother repeated it twice. At that time, I thought grandma was so annoying. I threw the net into the water angrily, and my grandmother scolded me when she saw it.

Now I understand that my grandmother is afraid that I will fall. She kindly reminded me, but I misunderstood her and threw the small net she bought me into the river. Grandma, I'm sorry, I didn't understand. Please don't blame me!

Grandpa and I always buy me delicious food when we go out, so my uncle sometimes asks me, "Who is the best for you!" " "I always answer:" grandparents! " "They smiled again. Am I wrong?

I will never forget the moment when I was in the first grade.

When I left in the morning, grandma told me with an umbrella that it might rain this afternoon. I said impatiently, "grandma, you see the weather is so good, it won't rain!" " "Say that finish, I left. School is coming, and it's raining cats and dogs. I really regret not taking an umbrella! After school, my good friend and I walked out of school with umbrellas. At that time, I vaguely saw a person-grandpa. My eyes are wet, and I have been listening to what my grandfather said to me all the way.

I understand their love for me, and I will always love everything about my grandparents ... my family's love is everywhere!

Some things in the world seem dull, but sometimes they contain the deep love of your family.

This summer vacation, I came to Xi 'an's grandmother's house. My grandmother is a simple old lady who always loves to laugh. I love strawberries, as if I can't live without them every day. When grandma learned that, she went to the supermarket downstairs and bought a box of red strawberries. I took the strawberry with joy and put it in my mouth with expectation. The imaginary sweetness disappeared, leaving only a mouthful of acid. I quickly spit out the strawberry, frowned, closed my eyes and shouted, "Why is this strawberry so sour!" " Then put down the whole box of strawberries and ran into the house. Grandma just looked at me as if she were thinking.

The next day, in the midday sun, grandma came back from outside and said excitedly, "I bought you strawberries!" " "Hearing this, I lost all the excitement yesterday. I was afraid to go back and eat the sour strawberries of the day before, so I quickly said loudly that I wouldn't eat them. My grandmother just said, "It's different from yesterday's. It's guaranteed to be delicious this time." I walked out of the house in doubt and looked curiously at the bright red strawberry in grandma's hand, which was twice as big as yesterday. I reached for one and put it carefully in my mouth. A sweet smell filled my mouth, and the fresh strawberry pulp was juicy and sweet, which made me intoxicated. I looked at my grandmother in surprise and asked her curiously where she bought it. Grandma looked at me, just smiled and said to me, "Eat quickly". I didn't ask many questions, but devoted myself to this intoxicating strawberry.

For several days, I ate this bright red strawberry continuously, and every time my grandmother only said, "Eat quickly."

One afternoon, before my grandmother came back, I went downstairs to have a look. I walked out of the community gate and waited for my grandmother. I saw a bus coming to the suburbs. After I took a look, I stood aside and continued to look into the distance, waiting for my grandmother. I saw the car door slowly open, and an old lady with poor legs and feet slowly walked down the stairs with a bag of bright red strawberries. She holds her right leg and is supported only by her left leg. When I looked intently, the old lady was my grandmother. I looked at the sign on the car that said "Go to the suburbs" and looked at my faltering grandmother. Everything is clear. It turns out that the strawberries I eat comfortably every day were bought by my grandmother after a long journey to the suburbs. I ran home against the wind, tears falling uncontrollably.

When I got home, I quickly dried my tears and heard my grandmother's familiar voice say, "I bought you strawberries." Eat them quickly. " Tears filled my eyes.

The sun reluctantly took off its hot suit and erased the horizon. Finally, the moon is going to put on its cold coat and sprinkle frost all over the floor.

A plate of bright red strawberries, grandma's simple sentence, contains such a deep and sincere love for me.

Love composition at home 6 "crack" and "crack" ... what is this sound? Tell you what! This is our symphony! It is as elegant and cheerful as a waltz, as harmonious and cheerful as a violin sonata, and it is divided into three movements!

In the morning, when the door slammed, the first movement began. Nervous and cheerful. Mom's porridge is cooked, and the lid of the rice cooker is constantly supported; The washing machine began to purr almost at the same time; "shua shua shua" dad carefully shaved in front of the mirror; As for me, playing melodious piano music, I was practicing reading the text with music ... After a while, the symphony came to an abrupt end, we had breakfast in a hurry, then packed our bags and rushed to our "post".

The sun is setting and I go home from school. Mom and dad also came back one after another. At this time, the second movement sounded. I am doing my homework carefully in the room: drawing, doing arithmetic, memorizing words and texts ... Dad came to the computer desk and began to print documents. Mother came to the kitchen again and began to cook dinner. Sometimes, dad will go to the kitchen to help dad wash the dishes; Sometimes I help my father type; Sometimes, my mother will come to my room to check my homework ... the sound of pots and pans, the crisp typing sound and the "brushing" sound of writing come and go, so soft, lively and warm.

Enter the third movement after dinner. Dad's online entertainment: playing chess and reading books; Mother is watching TV in the room, while I am listening to music happily on the sofa. Sometimes, my father and I will be with my mother. We watch TV together and laugh heartily from time to time. Ah! This is the most relaxed and happy time for our family. Our family harmony symphony is still playing, and it is getting richer and better every day!

Love at home 7 The past is the past, and time is the past. Many things make me forget, but my parents' love for me will not be erased in the ocean of my memory.

According to my mother, I have been in poor health since I was a child. /kloc-from 0 to 5 years old, I often have a fever, so I gradually got pneumonia. Later, after hard treatment, she recovered. But the "disaster" of pneumonia in the fourth grade came to me, and my mother was very anxious. The final exam is coming, and the New Year is approaching, which not only affects the study, but also has a bad year. In order not to delay my study, I insisted on going to school the next day. But the next night 12, I started to have a fever again. My mother found out, dressed me immediately and took me to the hospital. I feel sick and dizzy. The whole person is very hot. It wasn't long before I threw up and fell asleep. I felt a needle in the haze.

I haven't been to school since then, and I often worry about what to do if I can't cure it. My mother can always read my mind and comfort me by saying, "It's okay, it will be fine." Mom's words calmed me down a lot, so I stopped thinking about it, because I recovered within one week after cooperating with the treatment. I fell ill again on May 1 this year, when I went to the Second Danjiang Bridge. I went to Yichang in the fifth grade and took many buses and trains. I'm not carsick anymore. I didn't expect the Second Danjiang Bridge to be bumpy all the way and surrounded by mountains. At that time, I went up by car and walked along the Panshan Highway, feeling very uncomfortable. I hate riding, and I get carsick after all this. Fortunately, I didn't throw up when I got off the bus. I didn't expect this. I didn't care because I didn't feel dizzy. Then my brother and I went to his house. I don't know why my stomach hurts when I play fantasy. That feeling is really indescribable. Menstruation asked me to go to the hospital. I didn't agree, because I was afraid I wouldn't come back if I went. My father went to the hospital and never came back. I thought maybe sleeping would be more comfortable, if not ... just sleeping.

Call my mother during menstruation and take me home. I don't even think I can walk. I can't get a tricycle to take me home. My mother was waiting for me there as soon as I got home. When I got home, I said I wanted to sleep. My mother made my bed before going to bed. Then I woke up, and I didn't feel any pain. I think my mother is great! Although I have no father, no father's love and no complete family, my mother makes me feel the warmth of my family. I love my family and my mother more!

Love at home composition 8 The past has passed, time has passed, and many things have made me forget, but my parents' love for me will not be erased in the ocean of my memory.

Listen to my mother, I have been in poor health since I was a child. /kloc-from 0 to 5 years old, I often have a fever, so I gradually got pneumonia. Later, after hard treatment, she recovered. However, the "disaster" of pneumonia in the fourth grade struck me again. My mother is very anxious, the final exam is coming soon, and the Chinese New Year is approaching, which not only affects her study, but also has a bad year. In order not to delay my study, I insisted on going to school the next day, but the next night. I feel sick and dizzy all over. I'm very hot. It wasn't long before I threw up and fell asleep. I felt a needle in the haze. I haven't been to school since then, and I often worry about what to do if I can't cure it. My mother can always read my mind and comfort me by saying, "It's okay, it will be fine." My mother's words calmed me down a lot, so I stopped thinking about it, because I recovered within one week after cooperating with the treatment.

I fell ill again on May 1 this year, when I went to the Second Danjiang Bridge. I went to Yichang in the fifth grade and took many buses and trains. I'm not carsick anymore. I didn't expect the Second Danjiang Bridge to be bumpy all the way and surrounded by mountains. At that time, I went up by car and walked along the Panshan Highway, feeling very uncomfortable. I hate riding, and I get carsick after all this. Fortunately, I didn't throw up when I got off the bus. I didn't expect this. I didn't care because I didn't feel dizzy. Then my brother and I went to his house. I don't know why my stomach hurts when I play fantasy. That feeling is really indescribable. Menstruation asked me to go to the hospital. I didn't agree, because I was afraid I wouldn't come back if I went. My father went to the hospital and never came back. I thought maybe sleeping would be more comfortable, if not ... just sleeping. Call my mother during menstruation and take me home. I don't even think I can walk. I can't get a tricycle to take me home. My mother was waiting for me there as soon as I got home. When I got home, I said I wanted to sleep. My mother made my bed before going to bed. Then I woke up, and I didn't feel any pain. I think my mother is great! Although I have no father, no father's love and no complete family, my mother makes me feel the warmth of my family.

I love my family and my mother more!