Composition on family topics

In real life or work and study, everyone is familiar with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. There are many things to note when writing an essay. Are you sure you know how to write it? Below are 9 essays on family topics that I have carefully compiled. They are for reference only. Let’s take a look. Composition on the topic of family love Part 1

What is family love? Family love is a star. In the dark night, it can guide the lost heart. What is family affection? Family love is a rope that tightly connects hearts with its body. What is family love? Family love is like a jar of honey, containing a strong fragrance that makes people's hearts intoxicated. What is family affection? Family love is a dictionary, a star, a rope, and honey. In fact, family love is a kind of happiness.

When I was a child, I used to envy cool people who lived away from home. They fly freely like birds, but I can only be like a canary, locked in a cage called "home". Therefore, I regard everything at home as a kind of bondage and hate them. When I was in elementary school, I envied those big brothers and sisters who were dressed brightly. I also envied those big brothers and sisters in junior high school who "talked and laughed happily" in class. They dared to fight against teachers and not be influenced by "evil" forces. conquer. Without the nagging and scolding of parents, I can live a free and unrestrained life outside. Therefore, I also imitated their behavior, ignored my mother's dissuasion, and even quarreled and fought with my mother. I regarded this behavior as a great performance, felt complacent about it, and showed off my "skills" to my classmates and friends. Glorious deeds.”

However, it was only after junior high school that I realized that these were not really cool. Looking back on what I did back then, I felt like a clown, doing ridiculous performances without knowing it, and being secretly manipulated by others. Discussion, ridicule. Even if the ridicule is directed at me, I will only yell at the person who mocked me, lose my temper at home, and dare not solve it head-on with others. Looking back on these cowardly and childish actions, I still feel ashamed. The person I feel most sorry for is my mother. She worked hard to raise me, but my childishness caused her harm. Only then did I truly understand what Gorky said: "With the passage of time, many past events have faded. But in the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, and that is family love. Time can make people lose everything, but family love is They cannot be let go. Even if their loved ones leave one day, their love will always remain in the deepest part of their children’s souls.” Although it may be a little late to realize it now, no matter what happens in the future, I will never make her sad again.

I advise everyone not to let family ties become more and more vulnerable to the impact of the bustling modern social changes. At least we can start from ourselves and not leave regrets to ourselves. As the saying goes, "Tree desires." It’s quiet but the wind doesn’t stop, and the child wants to be raised but cannot be cared for.” Take this opportunity to send a warm greeting to your parents that is not extravagant! Keep the warm affection in your heart. Composition on Family Topics Part 2

Touching the keys again and again, I integrate your expectations into my chest. Countless tunes full of true feelings are played for you. Turning the pen again and again, I will turn your concern into my eyes. Entering the text, your smile became the object of my description.

Once, I was so happy. I liked to make my mother happy, and I liked my mother’s praises. I would show the exam papers to my mother. When I saw my mother’s smiling eyes, I was also extremely happy.

When I reached the ninth grade, the pressure of study became great. I gradually became tired of my mother’s micromanaging and lengthy interfering with everything. I hated everything my mother arranged for me, and I began to resist. One time my mother hit me. It was the first time she hit me. I was stunned. It was a nice day and the sun was shining on my face, which made me feel very comfortable. There was no free play time at school, so I pinned my hopes on Sunday. When I came back from my friend's house, I took off my coat, picked up the basketball, and ran outside. A scolding came from behind me, "Stop, have you finished your homework?" When I heard my mother's voice, my excitement suddenly sank. Not yet, I’ll do it tomorrow, I want to go play some ball. I hesitantly said, "Tomorrow is pushed to tomorrow. With the way you are, no matter how many tomorrows it is, it will not be enough. It must be completed today..." My mother's words were harsh and irresistible, and her theory was not high-minded. I hurriedly Cover your ears to block out her tirade.

"Whether you are finished or not, you just play basketball for a while. It's not like you don't do your homework. Besides, it's my business whether you pass the exam or not and you don't have to worry about it." The mother was a little angry. You have learned to talk back. I worked hard to raise you, and this is how you repay me.

"You don't have to support me if you have the ability. Did I let you support me?" I also got angry and blurted out the words without thinking. My mother's face turned red with anger, "Pah!" She slapped me on the face, and the crisp sound shocked me. Then I ran to the room and slammed the door.

In the next week at school, I didn’t call my mother once. Several times, I heard the head teacher say, your mother called to ask about your performance in school. Finally, it was Sunday when I got home. I saw my mother was hesitant to speak, but I pretended not to see her and went straight back to the house. That night, I saw a note on the table, written in my mother's handwriting, which read: "My child, it was my mother's fault that day. I shouldn't have hit you, but I also wanted to prevent you from going astray.

I'm worried that you won't be admitted to a key high school next year. Please forgive me, okay?"

I cried before I finished reading the letter. Then I ran to my mother's room. My mother was still awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching with a smile. Me.

Now that I think about it, how much love and true feelings my mother’s slap contains, I finally understand the truth: there are no wrong parents in the world, and parents are always the warmest to their children. Harbor. Essay on Family Topics 3

When I was a child, in my eyes, my father was a towering mountain, and I was just a happy little bird in the mountain. Don’t be afraid when the wind blows. There are mountains at this time. Protect me; when it rains heavily, don’t panic, there are mountains to protect me. My father is the mountain, and I am the bird in the mountain. Birds are naturally inseparable from the influence of the mountain.

When I was a child, in my eyes. , my mother is a clear lake, and I am a little fish who is free in the lake. The lake is full of vitality because of the fish, and the fish is full of life because of the lake. The lake gently protects the mischief of the fish; fish, happiness. The earth has the love of the lake. My mother is the lake, and I am the fish. Of course, the fish can't live without the embrace of the lake.

The mountains have given me a strong character, and the lake has given me endless laughter. The kindness is something that I will never be able to repay even in my lifetime.

At this moment, in my eyes, my father is a green tree, and I am just a green leaf on the tree. The tree absorbs the nutrients and delivers them all. Come to me. I understand that he just hopes that I can live healthily and grow vigorously; I also work hard to absorb nutrients, hoping that I can be greener and make the tree look taller and younger. Dad is the tree. I am the green leaf, and the leaves are of course inseparable from the tree.

At this moment, in my eyes, my mother is a stone under the water, and I am a water plant between the stones, silently supporting the water plant. Not to be washed away by the waves. I understand that she just hopes that I can treat the problem correctly, distinguish right from wrong, and maintain that innocence forever, so that I can spend more time with her. It is a stone, and I am a water plant. Of course, water plants cannot live without stones.

It doesn’t matter whether it is a tree or a stone, as long as I understand their love for me. I used to reject the way my parents love me. , and then I understood that I just don’t know how to be blessed in the midst of blessings, so I have to work harder, work harder, and repay them with excellent results.

As an adult, in my eyes, my father is still the same. An evergreen tree, but I have become a mountain. I will guard him throughout my life, shield him from the wind and rain, and protect him, just like he protected me at that time.

When I am an adult. In my eyes, my mother is still a stone, but I have become a lake of water. I will always accompany her, help her drive away loneliness, and support her, just like she supported me at that time.

Family love is very important in life. It is a dictionary that allows me to understand the meaning of "joy" and "warmth"; it is a star that guides me to the bright road of success; it is a rope that holds me tightly The earth binds the hearts of me and my parents; it is...in fact, it is a simple happiness! It needs to be created and carefully cared for by my parents and I! Essay on Family Love Topic Part 4

What does family love feel like? Having enjoyed so much family affection, it would be ridiculous if you still don’t know what family affection is like.

Family love - just like a bottle of refreshing mint water, the cool taste is best enjoyed in summer. Last summer, my sister and I went to the hillside to pick wild chrysanthemums. I accidentally fell into a pit and bled on my calf. When my sister saw it, she immediately became anxious and wise. I picked a wild chrysanthemum and dropped the juice on my wound. While returning it, I asked, "Does it hurt? Are you okay? Why don't you wait for me to come down the mountain?" I replied. After I got home, my sister disinfected and bandaged my wounds and "supervised" me from time to time. You let my wounds get wet. The wound where the medicine was applied was burning, but I felt no pain at all. My sister's care and patience are like a bottle of mint water, washing away the heat of summer and the depression of injuries.

Family love is a bowl of thick Chinese medicine, and its bitter taste always makes me unforgettable. In fourth grade, my grades were always among the top three, and I felt very proud. Gradually, I started to be lazy and my grades began to slowly decline. My father was very anxious when he found out and started checking my homework every night. Whenever he found an error, he asked me to redo 15 items. I really can't stand it anymore (liao). I hate my father and have an urge to not want my father. It wasn't until later, when my grades slowly improved and I never finished in the top five, that I understood my father's good intentions. Although this family relationship is bitter, it gives me endless aftertaste!

Family love is a cup of pure sweet milk, which is sweet but not greasy. During the National Day, my mother has to work overtime and can't take me out to play. Because of this matter, my mother and I were sulking for several days. In those days, I didn’t answer anything my mother asked me, and I stopped talking to her. My listless appearance made my mother heartbroken. In the end, my mother asked for leave from my boss. For this reason, my mother lost the generous overtime wages during the National Day. All of this is just to satisfy the selfish wishes of a child like me. My mother’s colleagues all said that she had no brains and that making money was more important, but she went out to play with her children. She was really stupid.

But my mother knows that I usually study very hard, and I finally look forward to the National Day. She can't bear to ruin my elegance. Just to make me happy, I have to pay my generous salary. That sweet love is the most delicious taste of my childhood.

The taste of family affection is around you, but you don’t pay enough attention to it. Come and find the delicious taste of your own childhood - family love. Composition on Family Topics Chapter 5

"To My Sister in Heaven", the title of this book with a touch of sadness has deeply attracted me. When I can't wait to get into the book, it is full of childishness, More than 100 letters sent to heaven, full of warmth and affection, made me cry again and moved me deeply.

The protagonist of the story is an 11-year-old boy Will. He has a 7-year-old sister - Winnie. But one day, when Will was playing in the street with his sister Winnie, he unfortunately got into a car accident. Will was seriously injured and lovely Winnie lost her life. From then on, Will's family lost its laughter and suddenly became lifeless, and his parents also lost the joy of life. The sensible Will decided to write a letter to his sister in heaven, telling her his pain and missing her. He and his friends also held a séance for his sister and asked her to meet in the "Tunnel of Death." On Winnie's birthday, Will tied the birthday gift for his sister to a hydrogen balloon and took it to heaven...

How deep his affection for his sister Winnie is! Although his sister has left him, he always keeps her in his heart as if she is still around, telling her every detail of his life. Will's love and longing for Winnie show through that moment. I was so moved by the letters filled with brother and sister love! How I wish I had a brother who could pamper me, take care of me, and think of me all the time when I'm not around him!

After reading this book, one thing came to mind: I remember last year, my grandfather went to Wuyuan with several other photography enthusiasts to collect photos. Unfortunately, he developed symptoms of hypoglycemia there and fell into a coma. When we heard the news, the whole family was anxious, and my mother was even more restless. I was also worried, fearing that something bad would happen to my grandpa. At night, no one could sleep, so they contacted the hospital and ambulance to prepare to take grandpa back for treatment. It wasn't until grandpa's friends reported to us that grandpa was fine that we breathed a sigh of relief. After grandpa came back, the whole family gathered around him and asked about his welfare. Isn’t the feeling we have for our grandfather the same as Will’s feeling for his sister? Although his family is not around, he is always in his heart. This family affection is so strong, and the warmth that family affection brings to us is so deep.

Family love is touching, and we should cherish this touching family love even more. Composition on Family Topics Part 6

As time goes by, I always feel that I am growing and becoming more mature. I thought that my young sail should have experienced wind and waves long ago, and my parents' protection was like an unfurled anchor chain, always holding back the moving ship. So I can't remember how many times I always turned a deaf ear to my parents' advice, and sometimes I couldn't help but feel angry and talk back.

Every morning, when I leave home in a hurry, I don’t even have time to say goodbye. Instead, my parents always stand at the door and shout: "Be careful when crossing the road and see the passing vehicles clearly." I always feel like a sixth grader. It would be ridiculous if a student couldn't even walk at the basic level! Over time, you will become accustomed to it. But my parents regarded it as a ritual and performed it every day, even if I was far away. But finally one day, I changed my view on them.

I remember it was a cold night when I went home after tutoring in English. The north wind blew mercilessly, blowing hard, hitting my face, which was ice cold. There was no one on the street, except for a few fallen leaves. I walked alone under the dim street lights, and I couldn't help but feel desolate in my heart. For a moment, I was wondering if my parents were waiting for me to go back, because they had developed the habit of going to bed early and getting up early, so they should go to bed! But from a distance, I saw that the lights in my house were not extinguished, and there was a figure walking around. My eyes became moist unknowingly, and I finally realized the true meaning of family love...

The past is like smoke, the resentment of being punished as a child has long since dissipated, and only my parents lead me around. , the figures shuttled in the ward kept knocking my heart. Now, they are all old, and their ruthless gray hair is growing day by day, and I am growing up day by day, which contains so much hope and hardship from my parents! Now, I finally realize that the most beautiful thing in the world is family love. Family love is as deep as the sea, as sweet as fine wine, and like a piqued little girl who loves to hide and seek. Once lost, it is difficult to get it back. In fact, she will be waiting for you in a corner. Only by experiencing her existence with your heart can you have the possibility of regaining it. Only in this way can you have family love and truly feel the irresistible power of family love. Essay on Family Topics Part 7

When I was 10 years old, my father passed away. What always encouraged me and kept me moving forward was my mother’s love, and the love my mother gave me was revealed inadvertently, which made people It's so unforgettable.

In the past, I always had to go to cram schools after school. At that time, there was some difficulty in cash flow at home, and I planned to give up going to cram schools, but my mother always disagreed. Bored with studying.

My mother can always see through my thoughts. She comes to pick me up after work every day when she is tired. In the dark and cool nights, I can always see my familiar figure. I can always feel a little comfort and rush to run and devote myself. In the arms of my mother, the worries in my heart were thrown away.

At this time, my mother habitually took off the heavy schoolbag on my shoulders, held my hand, and walked home. When I got home, I saw my mother coughing non-stop. I looked at my mother's pale face, touched her forehead, and asked, "What's wrong with my mother?" My mother put down her work and said to me: " It’s nothing, it’s just that it’s too cold tonight and it will take a long time to wait for you.” I looked at my mother, maybe it was my ignorance at the time, or maybe it was my usual indifferent attitude. I don’t have much of a temperate zone either, so I continue to do my homework.

Whenever Friday arrives, when I get home, my mother urges me to do my homework and says anxiously: "It's time to do my homework. Stop playing. 'Tomorrow comes tomorrow, there are so many tomorrows.'" I always curled my lips in dissatisfaction and said impatiently: "There will be no class tomorrow, so I will write tomorrow." My mother didn't say anything, but reminded me from time to time to "cherish the time and don't get too old to think about having fun.". My mother's nagging always makes me impatient, but every time she does this, every time I answer her so coldly and rudely.

There is always an indescribable feeling in my heart - happiness and guilt. I have always known in my heart that after my father passed away, my mother was under a lot of pressure. She has always played two roles, the father's strictness and the mother's love. My mother's criticism and encouragement have always been intertwined in my ears. No matter what, there is a The most common starting point is maternal love. These two kinds of love have always pushed me forward.

Now, my mother has gone out to work, and without her nagging in my ears, I can’t help but feel a little lonely, and sometimes I can’t help but shed tears. Maybe this is the reason for leaving my mother, maybe it’s because I don’t have a mother. I felt ashamed because I had received three rays of spring light. However, I have always treasured my mother's love in my heart. I always knew that my mother was always caring about me and blessing me from afar. Composition on the topic of family, Part 8

Family love is a feeling where blood is thicker than water. When a family member is injured, you can offer a warm comfort, and at a critical moment, you can sacrifice yourself for the sake of your family. When the garden is full of spring, enjoy the beautiful scenery with your family.

How to express family affection... A thousand people have a thousand answers.

"The first snow of the year comes later than usual", this is a well-known song. In the winter of this year, the snow did come very late, very late... heavy white snow There is a trace of warmth flying all over the sky in this originally cold day. It is like the shining sunshine melting the cold snow, and like the spring giving birth to a vibrant scene, making the earth take off its silver coating.

This is the power of family ties. It was very cold that day at school, so all the students were wearing thick down jackets and gloves, wrapping themselves up like rice dumplings. My physical condition has been very poor since I was a child. I only dared to sit down and drink hot water after class. I was looking forward to getting home from school soon. Unfortunately, one of my classmates actually played a trick on me. , holding a bottle of cold water in my hand, poured it down from my back. I jumped up quickly and turned around, but I couldn't even see a person. My tears flowed down silently, and I fainted from the cold. It was the conscience of that classmate who discovered it and reported it to the teacher. When I woke up, I found myself lying in the hospital. My parents were holding my hands tightly. I felt warm from the bottom of my heart. Looking at their tearful faces, I remembered The two words the teacher learned in class today are: "family affection". Is this what family affection is?

Family affection can be so warm and considerate. Essay on Family Affection 9

On weekdays, I always felt it was normal when I saw parents giving lunch to their children, and I didn’t feel the kind of family affection that other people described. It wasn’t until that personal experience that I deeply understood the kind of family affection they talked about. < /p>

It was a day during the winter vacation. My father had agreed to have lunch with me, but the lunch time was already over, but there was still no sign of him, so I started doing my homework outside the living room. The wind made the iron sheet on the window sill groan unbearably. Suddenly, the phone at home rang, and it was my father on the other end of the phone. His voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, and the general meaning of his words sounded vague. The car broke down and was being repaired at the Xindian Road car repair shop. I apologized for not being able to keep the appointment. After I put down the phone, I heard a gust of wind again. I couldn't help but think of my father's current situation, and I had the idea of ??delivering food to my father. Thoughts.

I went to the kitchen, heated up yesterday’s leftovers, and put them into lunch boxes. At this moment, I gradually felt the parents’ concern for their children. I arrived at my destination by car, and after getting out of the car, I kept looking for my father, and finally found him in a car repair shop. His hair was blowing randomly in the wind, and he looked a little older. I walked quickly to my father's house. In front of him, he called out to him. He quickly raised his head and said in surprise: "Yuzhe, why are you here? I smiled and said, "I'm here to deliver food to you." After hearing this, he scolded him seriously: "Who asked you to come? What if you catch a cold?" "At this moment, my stomach kept sending out signals of "gurgling, gurgling".

"It seems like you haven't eaten either, so why don't we make do together here!" Dad said. He opened the lunch box and found that the dishes were cold, but this did not affect our eating. We took turns eating.

The cold dishes became warm in our mouths, and the strong wind made us feel like the spring breeze blowing on our faces.