Qin Qing Chuyi composition

In daily study, work or life, writing is the most unfamiliar thing for everyone. With the help of writing, we can improve our language organization ability. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is my carefully organized 10 family composition for reference only. Let's have a look.

Each of us has many kinds of feelings, such as the feelings of classmates and teachers when we were students. Have the same things at work, friendship and the like; However, family ties run through our life, and only family ties are the most precious feelings in our life. It is so great, so selfless, so unbreakable.

I have been in poor health since I was a child. My parents have been paying attention to the weather forecast and told me to add and subtract clothes and pay attention to my health. The disease is on me, and it hurts my parents. I remember one night when I was a child, I got sick and had a fever of nearly 40 degrees. Father happened not to be at home, and it was already late at night. It was my mother who carried me to the hospital with her thin body. In the hospital, the nurse gave me an intravenous drip. My mother took my temperature for a while, then wiped it with a wet towel to cool down physically. It was not until my temperature returned to normal that she was relieved. The warmth my mother gave me. I deeply remember that family ties accompanied me to grow up healthily.

Before every exam, my parents always remind me to answer questions carefully and help me review before the exam. I know my parents are tired, but they never say anything for me. I didn't do well in the exam, and they didn't reprimand me, which gave me the greatest understanding and encouragement, because they knew that I also wanted to make progress, and I also had dignity and wanted to do well in the exam. When teachers curl our hair, they always explain to me what I did wrong or couldn't, until I understand that they are doing everything for me selflessly. This is affection, which will accompany me to grow up happily.

Every year on my birthday, my parents will cook me an egg in the morning, buy me a cake at night and cook more good dishes. My parents will never forget it. But their birthdays didn't last long, as if our whole family were the same Amanome.

I will never forget what they did, and I know that in their hearts-I am the most important. What you have done to your parents is condensed into one word, that is "love".

Dear mom and dad, it is your selfless love and the most precious affection that gave me a healthy and happy childhood and a sunny tomorrow. Grateful to my family, let me repay this family with tomorrow's efforts-study hard and make progress every day.

I don't remember my mother/just in the game/as if there was a song/spinning on my toy/shaking my cradle/humming those songs ... "

I accidentally read some poems by Tagore, a grateful great man. They are like a warm wind, stirring up a pool of spring water in my heart, making my heart surge with a heat flow and my thoughts drift away.

When you find in the forest where the natural selection of the fittest survives, the lion has the heart to leave it in order to let the children learn the survival skills, but it has not gone far in order to protect the children. How can this kindness not touch you? As you know, home is a towering mountain, which makes our hearts find a home with a heavy heart. Home is a wonderful music. This faint clear video is floating around like a hairspring, gently tied together and tied to our heartstrings; You know, emotion is a silent language. "Take care of each other without words, but do it with tears." Affection is a trace of concern. "There is one less person in the dogwood at a time, and I miss my loved ones twice during the holidays." As you know, affection is like coffee, which gives us bitterness and fragrance! Affection, affection, although you are a simple word, but in our short and long years of growth, diluted the warm and long love.

In Les Miserables, Jean Valjean, on his deathbed, forgave his daughter's sin with his muddy and gentle double blinks, and gently said to her, "Never mind, just come back". Why not teach her to cry? This look, this voice, is worth a thousand words. How much kindness, how much love and how much warmth have constructed the unique scenery of Fantine's daughter in her growing years. And she knows how to be grateful because of this deep love. Gratitude makes her grow up and make her live happily. Shi Tiesheng was disabled in both legs at "the most arrogant age in his life". His mother pushed his wheelchair with her weak body and let him grow up on the literary road with her deepest love. It is Shi Tiesheng who knows how to be grateful to his family and cherish his mother's great love, which gives him strong courage and resolutely survives! In suffering and beautiful growth, I am grateful to my family. Facing the abyss, I have more growth paths, and I am full of courage to climb up!

"No matter how beautiful the flowers will wither, no matter how beautiful the youth will grow old, no matter how beautiful the drama will end, but love says: If you are tired, I will stop diarrhea in time." Yes, family ties will last forever. My gratitude to my family will remain in my heart forever. Thanksgiving family is better than a book? I read it a thousand times and sang a thousand sentences. I understand the warmth and sacredness of family ... when I know how to be grateful, mother, I read the original black ribbon in your messy hair, and my willfulness makes you worry about wrinkling your wet skin. When I know how to be grateful, father, I read your straight back, and I understand your kindness and severity; When I know how to be grateful, I found a lot, and I also gained a lot, Dad! Mom! All this makes me know how to appreciate your love from being loved, and how to love from gratitude, which has changed the pace of my growth from fanaticism to calmness. How can I grow up without that deep gratitude?

This year's Spring Festival, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house to pay a New Year call. My grandmother told me something that moved me to this day.

20xx years, I was just five years old. The day before Tomb-Sweeping Day, I had a fever. My mother and grandmother took me to the hospital in the morning and didn't go back to my grandmother's house until after noon. After lunch, my mother took care of me and went to bed. Suddenly, my mother found my eyes rolling and my two little hands clasped together. I called my grandmother at once, and she came in and said, "Oh, no! Tingting has a cramp! " My mother was so scared that she immediately called my father in Tangyang, and my grandmother rushed me to the hospital. When they arrived at the hospital, the doctor took emergency measures, while others rushed to register, pay the money and go through the hospitalization procedures. ...

After receiving the phone call, my father was very anxious. He immediately pushed up grandpa's old bike, put on his poncho and set off. It was past 4 o'clock at that time, and the road was full of potholes. Coupled with the heavy rain, the road is more muddy and very difficult to walk. In Tangyang town, there is no bus, so my father has to continue riding in Sancang to see if he can catch the bus in Sancang. When I arrived at Sancang, there was still no bus. My father got on the bus and rode all the way to Dongtai. When we arrived in Anfeng, it was getting dark and the road was unclear. At this time, my father was exhausted and every step was so difficult. Sweat dripped down my face with the rain. Finally, when I arrived at my grandmother's house, my father had no strength and sat down on the sofa. When my grandmother saw it, she quickly made a pot of hot water, washed my father's feet and gave him a rest. Just sitting for a while, my father rushed to the hospital. At this time, I was out of danger and fell asleep quietly.

Love is great, love is selfless. Mom and dad, grandparents, they are tired for me, without a trace of complaint. When I grow up, I will live up to their hopes for me, study hard and be helpful to others in return for their kindness to me and be a useful person to society.

I would like to open an umbrella of affection, so that even in the summer when it is raining cats and dogs, the fragrance of affection can spread everywhere.

Let the family smell, okay? I saw: under the repeated call of my mother, my father was still unmoved, just staring at the mobile phone. The mobile phone seems to have a strong magnetic field, which can freeze the eyes there for a long time. Mother was so angry that she immediately ran over and glared at her father, who was not to be outdone, and retorted with dirty words. Every word is called cursing, like a thousand arrows through the heart, and like a centipede spinning in my heart. My parents' quarrel flows into my heart with venom, which makes me miserable. I came to my parents in tears and whispered, let the family be full of flavor, okay? I saw my parents hang their heads in guilt.

Let the family smell, okay? I see that my uncle has never paid back the money he lent us. Again and again, I have been waiting, waiting ... again and again, and finally my mother can't wait any longer, and my uncle hasn't contacted me for a long time. This time, I saw my mother contacted my uncle again. All kinds of sounds are mixed together, stinging my eardrums. My heart is sour, and an unspeakable taste comes to my mind. I stood up gently, walked beside my mother, gently took my mobile phone and shouted, "Let the family be full of flavor, ok?" I saw my mother's face turn red, and there was a long silence on the phone.

Let the family smell, okay? I saw it: when my brother came home, he saw his grandmother who came here to keep warm. He greeted her and brought her a present. He took care of her in every way, so that her face was always filled with a bright smile. Looking at the smile my brother brought to my mother, listening to the voice of my brother greeting her, like a honey flow, flowed into my heart sweetly; Like a beam of sunlight penetrating the darkness, it brings infinite warmth and warmth to my heart. What kind of greeting is the sound of nature? Putting me in the garden makes me feel relaxed and happy. Looking at my brother's filial piety to his mother, I can't help nodding-this is the place where family ties are full of flavor.

I hope this umbrella of affection will be expanded and expanded … Let it cover the whole world and make the whole world full of the fragrance of affection.

A cup of warm milk touched my heart; A look on the threshold touched my heart; A word of caring and attentive touched my heart; Once. How many times have I been touched by my closest relatives? Those memories are like shells on the beach, colorful and dazzling.

That is the white of the soul in memory. On the occasion of the quiz, when I wrote three A's on my report card, it was quiet all around, only crickets were still singing and cicadas were still chirping. All this is with me and fighting with me. The light in my parents' room is still on. Every night at eleven o'clock sharp, there is always a cup of hot milk on the table. The man walked lightly for fear of breaking the silence of the still night. Even sometimes, I don't know when the milk was put. When I saw it, it was completely cold. Sometimes milk is heated more than ten times, and I don't feel anything. It's milky white, the color of a close family.

Waiting is blue. Because the sea is waiting, waiting for her lover-rain. At home, there is always a person sitting on the threshold. Every time you dial that familiar number, you will always hear that person's voice within 30 seconds. When you connect the phone, you can always hear panting clearly. Maybe, when she hears the phone ring, she always runs at the speed of 3 times per second 10 8. When I told her I was going home. She always acts ecstatic, and he says she will stay up all night. The next morning, she will put down all her work and look at my blue figure. He said that she talked about me every day. When I am not at home, she is always secretly sad. When I got home, he became like a happy bird again. It turns out that blue is long, but it can make that person happy.

Even in cold days, I can always feel warm love, red love, because she warms me up and keeps me from shivering with cold. Eat more, don't worry about money; Whether it is cold or not, I will bring you more thick clothes and a quilt tomorrow. Learning is ok, it doesn't matter, failure is the mother of success. She is my red sun. I love her red light.

Red orange yellow green blue purple ......

All are her colors, and her love can make the world colorful and the desert an oasis.

Touched my heart, it was my mother's affection.

I have two people who are very kind to me. I will never forget their kindness. No matter how you report them, you still can't repay them; They are my parents.

First, maternal love is seamless.

"Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures." Listen to the voice of maternal love. Start with this well-known nursery rhyme. Maternal love is delicate and seemingly insignificant, but in fact it is meticulous. I can't remember how many dark nights my mother would get up to see me. I can't remember how many cups of hot milk I drank. ? It warms my heart. I can't remember how many sweet smiles gave me great encouragement! Maternal love is seamless, but I can feel "mom" with my heart, and my heart is slightly shaken. "Is that her? Is it her? " The torch that is about to go out in my heart seems to be lit again, rubbing my eyes. "Yes, it's my mother." The window of my heart confirmed my judgment. "Mom, mom? Mom-mom "I let go of my throat and shouted heartily. Let the tears in your eyes flow freely. Make the exciting factors in the brain active. Snuggle in the warm arms of my mother. This is great maternal love!

Second, the father loves mountains.

It is a clear sky again, and the sparrows on the roadside keep chirping. I am looking forward to walking out of school with my classmates and being as happy as Sunday: "Dad?" I cried and my eyes were full of joy. But this time my father took me away. I felt unhappy. "I'm afraid riding a motorcycle will cost me oil, but it's still troublesome."

It was a Friday afternoon. After school, several of our classmates discussed the design scheme of the team newspaper at school. It was getting dark, but we didn't know it until someone called me outside the window. I went out and my father and grandfather stood in front of us. Grandpa said? "It's getting late, go home." My father left in a hurry.

Mom and dad, you are like lights, illuminating my way forward. You are the rain and dew, nourishing my little seedlings. You are like a shade, blocking the hot sun for me. You are like a touch of morning glow, warming my heart. Your love is like a clean stream that will never end.

I love you forever, my parents. Thank you for giving me life, so much happiness, so many friends and so much knowledge. I thank you for your kindness in raising me. This is a deep affection.

Affection is like water, endless!

Affection has no grand form and gorgeous packaging. It lingers in the long scroll of life, filling every gap like water. It is colorless, tasteless, odorless and shadowless, so it often makes us accustomed to it when we have it, and indifferent when we enjoy it. Affection is talking and laughing in front of the dining table window, and it is trivial and delicate between daily necessities; It was a loving look, complaining about perfection; It is a tossing and turning concern after parting, and a relatively silent moment when we meet again. Often a simple phone call, an ordinary greeting, is the most vivid interpretation and interpretation of family ties. There are no touching stories and poems, and we never need to bother to care about them, but we will always swim quietly in every corner of our lives like water, quietly moistening and warming our bodies and hearts.

Affection is the simplest and most beautiful feeling. It is not as rich and warm as love, nor as fresh and fragrant as friendship, but it is so lingering and lingering. It doesn't come from two of a kind like love, and it doesn't have needs like friendship. It is connected with our blood and will always accompany our lives. Love may die, friendship may turn against each other, and only family will always be the tenderest corner in our hearts. Although we often ignore it because of commonness and forget it because of simplicity, when we are scarred and tired, only our closest relatives are the first to think of, and only they can accept us with an open mind regardless of gains and losses.

Feelings are not hard liquor or sweet drinks. It's just a cup of pure boiled water. Although colorless and tasteless, it can't leave our lives for a moment. It won't make us excited, but it can make us quiet; It won't give us an unforgettable experience, but it can always provide us with indispensable nutrition. The family has its own simplicity and naturalness, and it doesn't need to be deliberately carved. By the time we realized it, it had crept into our fingertips.

In the world of mortals, because of that love, no matter how far away, no matter how noisy and lonely. Our hearts are always relaxed.

Affection is like water, pure and transparent; Water is like a family, continuous. ...

What is kinship?

Emotion is a dictionary,

In its body,

You can find happiness and warmth,

What is kinship?

Family is a star,

In the dark night,

It can guide the lost heart.

What is kinship?

Emotion is a rope,

With its body,

Heart to heart,

What is kinship?

Love is a pot of honey,

It contains a strong fragrance,

It makes people crazy.

What is kinship?

Family is a dictionary, a star, a rope and honey.

In fact,

Affection is a kind of happiness.

What is kinship? She is instantly touched by her heart, but it is often a complete change. It is the power that can change the expectation for ten months, the magic that can forget the mission, and the eternal longing for peace.

What is kinship? It is the first time for her to give, but it is also a permanent one, a kind of selflessness that can feel the responsibility and then turn it into a habit.

What is kinship? She is the beginning of missing, but it doesn't end. It is a nostalgia for home and a yearning for reunion.

The first day of family composition 8 "Haha, what fun!" Before going to bed, I was lying in bed, watching the funny clip of Ma Xiaotiao and his father Ma Tianxiao exchanging roles in the book, and I couldn't help laughing.

Swap roles with parents, haha, so fresh! I really want to try to change roles with my mother, but will she agree?

While I was hesitating, a little girl with wings suddenly jumped out of the book with a splash. I was shocked and thought I was wrong. I rubbed my eyes again. Open your eyes, yes, it's a little girl with wings! I moved back in horror and said, "You … you … who are you?" "I am a fairy in Shuxiang country!" "Magic fairy? Are you ... a demon or a fairy? " The little girl curled her lips, looked up and said, "I am a magic fairy!" " ""whoops-"I breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out to be a fairy. The fairy said, "don't you want to exchange roles with your mother?" "I can help you realize your wish!" Huh? How did she know that I wanted to swap roles with my mother? "Because. I am a magic fairy! " I was startled again. "all right! I promise you, let me exchange roles with my mother! "

The fairy waved her wand and brushed it a few times. I saw a strange light passing by, so I quickly closed my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that night turned into day, and I completely became my mother's appearance, with brown curly hair, a dress, a floral apron and a pair of high heels.

I stood in the kitchen, pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in front of me. Check the time. It is seven o'clock in the morning. Looking into the restaurant, I saw "I" lying on the dining table watching cartoons, waiting for "Mom" to cook for her. I ran out to learn from my old mother and asked her, "Honey, what do you eat today?" Her eyes lit up and she said loudly, "My wife eats fried eggs, hot milk and toast …" Oh, my God! So much to do! I almost fainted. I used to have a big appetite. Well, I can't let the child go hungry, so I have to swallow my pride and go into the kitchen. Fry the eggs first, and I'll beat them. Pour the oil into the pot. When the oil was hot, I carefully poured the egg into the pot, shoveled it several times with a shovel, and then beat the second egg. Oh, my God, when I opened the pot, I burnt one side of the egg and turned it into a "double side" with a yellow side and a little black side.

I served breakfast and sat down to have breakfast with me. I saw that "I" put the golden fried eggs into my bowl without thinking, and brought the freshly made bread to me and took a bite. However, in front of me is a fried "double-sided" egg. Well, why! "Just because you are a mother!" Looking up, it turned out that the fairy was talking. I have to admit that I am unfortunate. Who told me I'm a mother now?

After a good meal, my "daughter" will do her homework on weekends. I thought to myself: Great, my mother always nags me. Now I can show the majesty of being a parent at any time!

So, I yelled, "Have you finished eating? Go do your homework! Do it seriously! " I only heard her shout, "I know!" " I walked into the room and slammed the door.

Hahaha! I'm so proud. I took a bag of potato chips and sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, eating and watching TV. "Daughter" heard the sound of TV and ran out in three steps. One of them sat next to me and said, "I want to see it, too!" " I was very angry and said, "What are you looking at? Have you finished your homework? " "Homework can be done later. Besides, how can I do my homework when you watch TV so loudly? " I am speechless. Hey, who told me I was a mother? I couldn't bear it any longer, shouting, "I want to go back!" " I don't want to be a mother! "

"Bobo, bobo, wake up, what's the matter? What is a mother? Get up! "

I opened my eyes and the sun shone on my bed. I looked sideways, and Ma Xiaotiao's book was still beside me. It turned out that this was a dream.

At breakfast, my mother fried two more eggs, exactly the same as in my dream. Without thinking, I put the burnt eggs in the bowl. ...

Since childhood, my mother, like all mothers in the world, only knows that for the sake of children, no matter how hard the years are, children are always sweet. When the child was young, he was weak and sick. He often hung in salt water for a week and cried at night, which often kept his mother awake all night. In order to put the child to sleep, the mother always hums a lullaby and watches the child suffer. Mother sees it in her eyes and hurts in her heart. Children are like this, day by day, growing up in the warmth of their mothers' palms. Although they have been ill many times, they have always been relatively healthy.

The child grows up day by day, and the mother says that the child is a gift from heaven. This gift is not perfect. Children contradict their mothers again and again, and mothers forgive their children again and again. The child once foolishly asked: Mom, will you not like this gift, will you not want her? A ripple on the mother's mouth, pure as water, is laughing at the naughty child. Mom said, children are the most precious gift, a lifetime gift, how can you not have it?

The child grew up and felt uneasy about his mother's arms. In primary schools, children are always fighting for their studies. Children don't want to be spoiled in their mother's arms as they were when they were young, but they also have to deal with their mother's problems. Children never care. On mothers' birthdays, Women's Day and Mother's Day, watching children fall asleep, how much I want to hear. On this day, children can help their mother to rub her back and say "Happy holidays!" " However, mothers never forget their children's birthdays and Children's Day, and always dress their children on this day.

When children enter middle school, they also enter rebellious adolescence. What week won't make their mother angry? Mother often apologizes to her children as if she had made a mistake after she said cruel words. Where are the children? But always ungrateful, proudly ignoring his mother.

Kid! Have you noticed that my mother has a few white hairs on her head quietly! You don't like your mother's sesame black hair when she was young! I don't like the beauty buried by years.

Mom, my mom! It's another Mother's Day. I'll send you a basket of spring scenery. I don't expect your youth to come back like spring. I just hope you can smile more when you see spring. Mom, I hope I am your spring, which can keep your heart young forever!

Affection 10 affection, as the name implies, is of course an emotion related to relatives. In the dictionary, relatives mean relatives, people related by blood, such as father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, brothers and sisters. Affection comes from the care and love of these relatives. For example, pass a glass of cold water when you are thirsty and take you to the hospital in a hurry when you are sick. Give you encouragement when you fail. Although affection is mostly manifested in trivial matters, it can bring us an unusually warm feeling. In life, many warm feelings surround us all the time. Let's study hard in a happy family and make progress every day. Growing up, I was bathed in the love and care given by countless relatives, but there is one thing that I can't forget.

I remember that it was the eve of National Day, and the teacher was very kind and didn't leave us homework. Our family happily packed their bags and prepared to travel and have a happy long vacation. But unexpectedly, on the evening of September 30th, I found that my calf was covered with many little red dot. That night, my father took me to the hospital and the doctor diagnosed me as "allergic purpura". I don't know what disease it is. I don't think I've heard of it, but I can see that my parents are in a hurry. The doctor told me not to do strenuous exercise for half a year, especially to have a good rest for a month. Needless to say, this pleasant trip was ruined. Being unable to go out, the whole family gave up the original plan and took good care of me at home.

The first few days were fine. I didn't feel sick except for the injection and medicine. But on the fifth morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, I felt a dull pain in my stomach. After a while, it hurts more and more. My father didn't come home on duty that day, and my mother came to see me for a while. Without saying anything, she took me downstairs and took a taxi to the hospital. When I got to the hospital gate, I threw up as soon as I got off the bus. As soon as my mother saw it, she picked me up and ran to the hospital. Pediatrics, emergency, laboratory tests, up and down, my mother ran behind my back. I groaned on my mother's back, listening to the rhythmic click of her high heels touching the ground, as if it were a beautiful and cheerful family symphony, and the pain seemed to be relieved a lot. After taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, the pain gradually improved, and then slowly recalled what had just happened. My mother is thin, and my weight is not light. Besides, my mother wears high heels in a panic, which is even worse. It is good for my mother to carry me at ordinary times, not to mention climbing the stairs behind my back today. Thinking of this, I seem to see a drop of crystal sweat dripping down my mother's face and cheeks.

Affection, a simple and ordinary word, contains infinite power. It can give people the warmth like the sun in winter, the coolness like ice cream in summer, and light up our future like a bright light in the dark. I grew up bathed in affection, and I gradually learned to give my love to every family member.