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My family is very poor writing essay
1. A 100-word essay about a very poor family
I was born in a very poor family. I remember that when I was a child, my father’s life was very boring and he could only count money all day long. MAMA Yes, I spend all day scanning money;
My family lives in the mountains. Every time I have to go shopping, it is quite troublesome. It takes 5 hours to drive a Porsche and 4 hours to drive a Mercedes-Benz; although I have a helicopter at home. , but it is difficult to find a parking space when driving there, which is quite inconvenient; I occasionally go out for shopping. My father is afraid that I will be raped, so he has more than 20 security guards with him to protect me. Everyone is scared when they see me. I ran away, so I was ostracized from an early age. . .
Because my home is in the mountains, it is very cold every winter. My father also said that it is troublesome to go shopping, so there is no heater in winter. No quilt. I can only spend money with my dad to keep warm every day. And when I go to bed, I can only sleep with my money covered (I definitely think the pound is warmer).
I remember when I was a child, one time, because the room was too big, I peed my pants before I could run out of the room in a hurry. Therefore, my father put a little sheep motorcycle in my room so that I could Within 10 minutes, I rushed out of the 1,000-square-foot room, walked through the 5-kilometer corridor, and reached the 800-square-foot toilet (I often get lost in the corridor);
Dad also asked people to build 20 more 600-square-foot bathrooms. The broken room with a small toilet of 250 square meters said: If you wet yourself in the future, just change the room. If the room is not enough or too small, tell your father and he will ask him to build more rooms. Our life is very hard. You Be patient! ! Now that I think about it, my father is such a kind person! !
I still remember one time when a thief blew up my dad’s safe with a ****, causing the gold coins inside to roll out. Crush the thief to death. . .
I feel so pitiful about that thief.
It hurts to crush someone with gold coins! ! 2. How to write a short essay about a poor family
I was born in a greedy and poor family.
My parents get up very early every morning. My mother takes care of the household items and my father goes to work in the farmland on the mountain. When the sun came out, my father finished working in the fields and returned with a bunch of grass.
My father and mother are both hard-working, kind-hearted and honest people. No matter how hard they lived, they still sent me to school when I was old enough to go to school. My parents lived frugally and saved money for me to go to school. I went to junior high school, high school, and now I'm in college.
On the day I was about to leave home, my father told me sincerely that if we want to change the face of poverty in our family, we have to rely on ourselves. I took the wrinkled several hundred yuan handed to me by my father with both hands and walked out of the house.
I am ready. I want to be strong and no longer rely on my parents. I will work and study by myself, complete my studies, and rely on my own efforts to take off the hat of poverty in my family and let my parents live a good life. 3. A composition about a poor family but happy because of family ties
I love my family
Family is like a topic that can never be finished, trickling down in the pens of many literati.
I remember writing essays about home many times when I was in school. Home is where my lovesickness and emotions are entrusted; home is the birthplace of each of us; home is a piece of fertile land and the foundation for our growth. During the days at home, I regard the day and night as the destination of my soul. , during the days at home, my vision is constantly updated.
Home did not teach me how to be wise, but taught me how to love. Love is a kind of spiritual thing that protects the family. Only when we have this kind of spiritual thing can we feel the benefits of home. Our warmth. Whenever I think of home, the sadness caused by the depressed enthusiasm is quietly diluted, and I can even return to a brand new self. This is all due to the role of the concept of home in my mind. The composition of every home may be a gift from God. Before people can use knowledge and wisdom to explain its reasons, I have to admit the existence of God in the world.
Home is a warm word for all of us. And since the word "home" came into being, there has been a corresponding wandering. The end of the wandering is to find the paradise of one's soul - going home.
When Qu Yuan was exiled from Li Sao, what he thought about most was his home - Yingdu. Therefore, no matter how much suffering there is, he can wear a high crown, a long sword, and chant his "Nine Songs." But once Yingdu was captured and the country was destroyed and the family was destroyed, he knew that there was no more home for him in this world. He went to another, more distant place, which was his home.
No wonder people say, "Everyone who meets by chance is like a guest from a foreign land." Think about how many people have experienced such a moment: "Where is my home in the Qinling Mountains? The snow embraces the blue gate and the horse stops moving forward." No matter how elegant Li Bai is, he will "bow his head and miss his hometown"; no matter how selfless Du Fu is, he also knows that "a letter from home is worth ten thousand pieces of gold." ; An Xin's memory... The literati in the feudal era often wandered in the mountains and under the ancient roads under the setting sun, maybe because of their future, maybe because of the war, or maybe because of other reasons, but when they saw the lights and lights of thousands of houses in the city, How can we not recall the beautiful home and feel all kinds of emotions when we see the sporadic fishing lights on the river, or see a few wisps of smoke in the wild mountains of Wushan? "Where is Xiangguan in the evening? The Yanbo River makes people sad"!
Even in peaceful and peaceful times, the attachment to home is still so strong. "My family is so beautiful, happy, peaceful and healthy, my brothers and sisters are all harmonious...". "Beijingers in New York" tells the story of overseas Chinese's view of home, which is a family happily reunited in a courtyard. Huang Lei's home in "Lost in Time" has the unique charm of the Jiangnan water town and the flavor of Grandpa Qi's books.
Our age has a more different view of home: we want to have a house of our own, decorate it ourselves, and live our own life; Don't listen to the hustle and bustle of the world, and want a clean and free life. This is how rebellious children think, but this is not what good children think. They want to live with their parents and put their previous home and future home together.
Home is not just a house, it is a haven for wanderers and a stop for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that truly belongs to me, my relatives, my home. .
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"I want to have a home, a place that doesn't need to be big. When I am injured, I will always think of it..."
This well-known song has sung the voices of many people, brought out the tears of many people, and sung the joys and sorrows of so many people.
What is home? Bi Shumin once said: "Home is a kite shaft that allows you to fly high and is pulled by a string."
In fact, home is a house with people, love and tenderness. A home without love will feel desolate no matter how luxurious it is; a home full of love will feel warm no matter how small it is. Home carries the dreams of everyone in the family, walking together in wind and rain. Everyone’s home is a roof made of faith, an outer wall made of strength, and a furniture made of love.
"Before departure, I am afraid that I will return later." Home is a thread of concern woven by the mother; "The flames of war last for three months, and letters from home are worth tens of thousands of dollars." Home is an immortal thing in the flames of war. The expectation, "When the wind changes, when the snow changes, the dreams of hometown will not come true, and there is no such sound in the hometown." Home is the inner watch of loved ones.
There is no bright fire burning in the fireplace at home, but there are hot and sincere hearts, clinging to each other and letting the warmth pass on. You can act coquettishly only at home - no matter you are 15 years old, 25 years old or 50 years old, as long as your family is there, everything is there. Home is the support of our souls. When we are tired, we can stop here. There will always be someone to sweep away the dust and pour you a cup of hot tea. This is home.
Only those who have a family will be happy. There are always people who understand this truth too late, and there are always people who understand but can't do anything.
So please look at this home again, no matter how dilapidated it is, please believe that this is where happiness exists.
I deleted a few more paragraphs 4. I want to write a composition about "poverty"
Thank you for being poor
Our ancestors have been poor for generations, even my parents' generation Still.
Coming from a poor family, I have felt inferior since I was a child. I was afraid to play with other children for fear that they would treat me like a "horse". What I was most afraid of was being forced to call my parents by their names. If I didn't obey, I would be beaten to death, and I would not dare to go home, for fear that my parents would be sad if they saw me.
This is how I spent my childhood. When I grew up, my father sent me to a private primary school in the village. Unfortunately, I met my classmate again, who was a famous "iron boxer" in the school. How could I dare to resist him no matter what he told me? "I complained", fearing his revenge, so I had to "willingly" work as a "slave" for him for a few years. This was because of poverty.
I can never forget the hunched bodies of my parents carrying farm tools in the early morning light. ; The tears of the little sister who was forced to go out to work before she finished her studies; and the nostalgic look of the grandma when she passed away with regret because she was seriously ill and had no money for medical treatment... All this is because of poverty.
It is precisely in this cruel world. Under the influence of reality, my soul has been unusually purified. I yearn for a bright future and desire for career success. I always feel that there is a fire burning in my chest. This holy fire melts all illusions and hypocrisy. I have overcome selfishness, greed, and cunning, and it has illuminated my way forward. During the difficult journey, I have learned to be tenacious, tenacious, optimistic, and confident. In such an environment, I will not slack off or become depressed, but move forward bravely.
Thanks to poverty, it has matured me prematurely;
Thanks to poverty, it has made me better. Strong;
Thanks to poverty, and even more grateful to my parents 5.
My hometown used to be very poor, but now there are many high-rise buildings rising from the ground, like. The mighty soldiers who defend their hometown, ah, this is my beautiful hometown - Huaxi Village (or various names)
. My hometown used to be very poor, but I didn’t expect it to be even poorer now.
My hometown used to be very poor, so I finally made ill-gotten wealth by destroying the environment and manufacturing various fake medicines and milk powder.
My hometown used to be very poor, but after contact with the third kind. , finally we have developed the principle of UFO flight - right-angle turn, anti-gravity hovering, instant transfer, so that we no longer fly to the moon, we fly out of the earth-moon system, fly out of the solar system, fly out of the Milky Way galaxy. and a bright future.
My hometown used to be very poor. When I wanted to solve this problem of supplementing sentences, I found that I didn’t have a pen and there was a power outage. 6. Give me a composition about poverty in life.
Poverty is also beautiful
My friend, if I say that poverty is also a kind of wealth and poverty is also beautiful, do you believe it? Please do not be surprised, for poverty has indeed been an immeasurable wealth to me.
I was born in a small town, poor, which can be said to be the best summary of my hometown. There was no extra money at home for me to squander, so I couldn't get whatever I wanted. I had never experienced the luxurious and unrestrained life, nor had I enjoyed the luxurious and comfortable palace. However, it was this poor family that created my strong character and helped me develop habits that many rich families do not have.
I will not cry because of any difficulty, nor will I be distressed by others' lack of understanding, nor will I cry because of unreasonable ridicule. Maybe you will say that I have no self-esteem, no, that is because I have an optimistic and motivated heart. Song Lian, a litterateur of the Ming Dynasty, once said, "Those who take great pleasure in it do not know that the worship of others is inferior to others." This is exactly what I meant. The contempt of others not only does not erase my ideals, but also becomes the driving force for me to move forward. All these are given to me by poverty. It tells me that life is rough and reminds me to struggle.
Isn't poverty beautiful?
I will not be petty because of the heavy learning tasks, nor will I complain because of my faith in life, nor will I feel inferior because of the poor food and clothing. I thought the habit of enduring hardship had long been ingrained in my heart. Learning is inherently hard work. The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold, and the edge of a sword comes from sharpening. All of this is the wealth that poverty has given me. Isn't poverty beautiful?
Only by taking a dip in bitter water can you realize how difficult all things are. After experiencing poverty, you can become so strong.
Poverty is also beautiful. 7. I am very poor, but I am very happy composition
I am very poor, but I am very happy! From the day I got divorced, I was penniless.
But from that day on, I actually felt very happy! Because I was the one at fault, I was willing to not ask for a penny. I only packed my own clothes and packed several large boxes, but that was all. I left my home where I had lived for ten years empty-handed.
Leave all possessions behind. Two houses, a car, a small hotel, and a six-figure deposit, and he left alone like that.
No regrets at all, just full of guilt! For the man who used to protect me with his life, I can actually repay his affection with the most complete betrayal! I can cruelly abandon my most beloved child and only keep all my property to redeem my sinful soul! I know that no matter how much money I spend to make up for it, it can never replace the warm and harmonious home we once had. I know that no matter how hard I try in this life, I will never be able to make up for the trauma that my departure has brought to the children's hearts.
However, in front of my truest emotions, I chose to face it and chose to be selfish. I am straightforward and selfish.
But not hypocritical. I didn’t want to make the same type of decision that most people make when faced with a similar situation: keep an intact home and continue playing your love game! I can't face such a complicated emotional game.
I can’t pretend to be in love with a man I no longer love; I can’t even love two men at the same time. So, I chose to give up! Of course, when I made that decision, I was also very painful and hesitant! One is a man who loves me with his life, and the other is a man who I wait for with my soul.
I have no choice. Can't have both! Or, to put it another way, I’m not *** to the point where I can play both ways.
Not only enjoy all kinds of care from your legal husband in marriage, but also have the romance and tenderness given by your lover! Or, in other words, I am still addicted to the book poison, pursuing the so-called purity of love and the sanctity of marriage. I hope that when I face love, I can be single-minded and pure as before; I ask myself to give the last respect when facing the marriage of death! So, I chose to bear the cruelest infamy and chose an ending that I knew would not end well.
However, I have no regrets, only regrets! Unfortunately, he has never been able to calmly face me, the only flesh and blood in the world. My departure has destined him to have that incomplete part in his life. The lack of family affection has destroyed the integrity of a family. That will be a scar that I will never be able to repair for the rest of my life! Now the only thing I can do is to work hard to make money, create a better living environment for him, and lay a solid economic foundation for his future.
Regret is already doomed. I don’t want to say anything more. All I can do is fill a heart with motherly love and satisfy his smallest wish! I am very poor. So poor that I have nothing.
All I have is a wardrobe full of fashionable clothes from the time of divorce, and what is left is full of regrets and endless guilt... But I still feel very happy. Although, the price of obtaining this kind of happiness is too high! But I have no regrets! I am so poor that I have no place to live.
The man I divorced bought a commercial house for me without saying a word. So, I have a place to stay, a place to house my sin-filled mortal body.
I am very poor, and the hotel I have worked hard for many years has been left to my children. From then on, the man who could make me divorce me took on the important task of raising me.
Then, I lived the life I had longed for all my life: sleeping in every day and staying up until as late as I wanted. No need to go to work, no need to work for a living.
My only task every day is to dress myself up and wait for the man I love to come and see me. However, I still spend most of my time alone.
So, loneliness was written all over my face, and loneliness was implanted in my soul! However, I still have no regrets! Although there are far more days of waiting than days of staying together, I am still happy. Although the pain of waiting has always been with me most of the time, the moment of happiness with him was enough to make up for all my pain and hesitation.
The days of waiting are so long, but the moments of staying together are always so short! Humans are strange animals and never know how to be satisfied! So, I began to learn to complain and blame... and he learned to escape and deal with it! The love building that we have worked hard for together and built with great pains seems to be likely to collapse at any time! I'm scared and worried. But, I still have no regrets! The more you worry about losing, the more unreasonable you become.
I started to follow up with a lot of text messages and make phone calls every day. I stole his QQ account and tried to add many new accounts to his QQ account in order to explore his whereabouts more deeply.
As a result, things backfired. When he found out, he didn't say a word to blame me, nor did he give me a chance to explain. He quietly avoided me.
Although, at the beginning of every month, a large amount of living expenses will be transferred to my account on time, but they will not answer my phone call again. No matter if I call all his card numbers or call his office landline, he just can't bear to answer my call.
He almost never replies to text messages. Unless I push him repeatedly, or the text message is very touching and touches his heart, he will reply to me lightly: Take care of yourself! I simply don’t know how I survived that period. I almost shed tears every day and think about it every day.
I couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and waited endlessly in pain. Betting your whole life on one man, this is what you should end up with... He has been in pain for a long time. As time goes by, maybe he can't bear to miss me. Feelings of love, I began to reply to text messages one by one, and my tone became gentler, losing the indifference of some time ago.
Then I understood that I would have him again. Tears were still flowing in my heart, but the brightest smile had already bloomed on my face.
Just to welcome the man I love with all my heart, this is a rare and gorgeous high-profile turn! When we meet again, we have been separated for almost a hundred days. Those days and nights of separation, to me, are no different than walking through hell on earth.
It was a warm but cold night in March, and he reappeared in front of me after not seeing him for nearly a hundred days. The moment I saw him again, a feeling of happiness filled my whole heart.
8. How to write an essay about poor relatives in my hometown
My hometown is in Wuhuanchi Town. Although my grandma has passed away long ago, it is inevitable that there are three relatives and six close relatives. My father calls them "poor" relatives.
I remember when I was seven years old. One day, I was doing my homework at home. Suddenly someone shouted: "Hey, Xiao Zhang, you have a guest at your house!"
I looked outside, I saw a countryman, wearing a torn fur hat, patched clothes and a pair of Jiefang rubber shoes, walking straight towards my house. I turned around and shouted into the house: "Mom, someone is coming "
Dad came out, leaned out and asked, "Who are you looking for?" The man looked at Dad for a while, moved the corners of his mouth a few times, and wanted to laugh but didn't. He said, "Brother. , you don’t recognize me anymore.” After saying that, he lowered his head and kicked the stones on the ground a few times.
After entering the house, my father said, “You must have something wrong with you, right?” My cousin said awkwardly. : "This year's harvest is not good. It's almost the Chinese New Year, but the children don't have cotton-padded clothes yet, so there's really nothing we can do..." Dad was a little unhappy, but he still gave fifty yuan to his cousin.
Cousin My uncle took the money with trembling hands and said, "Thank you very much. I will definitely pay you back next year when things get better." My cousin only stayed for one night and then left.
Later, my cousin came and sent me a few letters. Xin asked his father to borrow money again, but he didn't know if his father had lent it to him. His father sighed and said, "These poor relatives."
One day during the winter vacation this year, we were having dinner when we heard someone shouting at the door: " Brother, are you at home?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a man coming in, wearing a crisp suit with a parted hair. Looking at his cheerful face, he looked carefully and realized, oh, it's my cousin. "Brother, sister-in-law, I'm here to see you. "
After entering the house, the chatter started before I sat down: "Life was hard in the town in those years, so I caused you trouble." Mom said, "You're welcome." "Okay now. Now, the life of our town is becoming more and more prosperous." He opened the bag and said, "I'll bring you some fresh goods to try." So pears and oranges were placed on the table. I picked up a big white pear and took a bite, hey, It's really crispy and sweet.
While eating, my cousin took out two bottles of wine and said, "Here, drink Wuliang Liquor." Dad answered, "So rich." My cousin was even more excited. He was beaming: "This year *** helped me develop the sheep and pig industry, and suddenly we became a household worth ten thousand yuan." Dad smiled and nodded repeatedly, and his cousin's face glowed: "Come on, brother, let's have a drink. .Now that I have money, I don’t have to worry about anything..."
It is the party’s good policies that turned my poor relatives into rich relatives
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