Shen, Class 3 (2), female, 10 years old. Mom and dad are divorced, and dad works odd jobs in other places, and usually lives with grandma. Life is very difficult.
One day, as soon as she stepped into the classroom, a female classmate ran over and said that Shen had stolen her classmate's watercolor pen. Then she looked at Shen and saw her crying on her desk. I walked over with concern to understand the situation. From her intermittent words, I learned the whole story: Shen didn't have a pen, and I saw a beautiful watercolor pen at my deskmate. I liked it very much and used it quietly. It happened to be discovered by other students. I told her a lot of truth, and Shen realized his mistake and admitted it to everyone. At this time, I introduced her family's difficult situation to my classmates, and they all sympathized with her and forgave her. Walking to the podium, I handed a box of beautiful watercolor pens and said, "Shen, I know you like this watercolor pen very much, so I gave it to you."
Leigang Zhu returned to his seat, and before Shen could say thank you, the other two students took to the podium. They brought their pens and erasers to Shen. After a while, I only heard "I also gave her a pen", "I don't need this tape, give it to her", "She has no money to buy extra-curricular books, so I'll give her this composition book" ... Suddenly, a warm current came to my mind. There is a harmonious atmosphere everywhere in the classroom, and Shen Tsunami shed tears of gratitude. I believe she will be a caring child in the future.
Really, since then, Shen Tsunami has changed. He often sets the table quietly for everyone. When some students are in trouble, he enthusiastically helps others.
Sha Tong, Class 5 (2), female, 12 years old. Mom and dad don't get along well, and both parents work in other places. Perhaps it is the disagreement between parents or the lack of parental care. She always seems lonely and introverted in class.
One day, I suddenly received a phone call from a foreign country. It turns out that Sha Tong's father called back from Shenzhen with a public telephone. From what he said, I learned that April 24th is Sha Tong's birthday, and his father looks guilty because he can't celebrate his children's birthday. The next day, I went to the bakery to order a cake and bought a sportswear. At noon on the 24th, I said in Sha Tong's ear, "Come home with me for dinner at noon." She was very happy to hear that. At noon, I specially made some side dishes for her and put a cake on it. She suddenly remembered her birthday. Her little face turned red when the candle was inserted. I asked her to make a wish silently. She was so excited that she blew out the candle in one breath. I cut her a cake myself and ate it. She told me, "When I was a child, my parents were so happy to spend their birthdays together, but my parents divorced and no one remembered their birthdays." I touched her head and told her that her father loved her very much and always remembered her birthday. After school in the evening, I took out the clothes for Sha Tong and said, "Happy birthday to you!" "The child said with emotion," Teacher, that's very kind of you! "
Jiang Wenjing, female, Class 5 (3), 12 years old. Both parents work in Wuxi, and my father broke his leg in a car accident at work.
Recently, I found that Jiang Wenjing was unhappy all day, never raised his hand to speak in class, and his grades dropped significantly. Taking advantage of the time, I had a heart-to-heart chat with her and learned that her parents had a car accident while working in Wuxi, and they spent a little of their savings and owed more than 20 thousand yuan. She said, "My father doesn't know whether he can recover. If he can't recover, I can't go to school. I have to learn skills early to earn money and help my father pay his debts. " I was shocked to hear her say this. How old is the child, but she has such a heavy psychological burden. I patiently enlightened her and encouraged her to strive for self-improvement and study hard. Since then, my eyes have turned to her more. When you find her hair in a mess, call her to the office to comb her hair again; Seeing her thin clothes, I found my daughter's worn clothes to put on. When I saw that she couldn't work out the problem with a frown, I gently walked over and explained it to her; Knowing that there was no extra money at home to buy her extra-curricular books, I bought her a composition book. On weekends, I used my time to visit her at her home to see if she had any difficulties in life, to see if she had any difficulties in her studies and to help her with her homework. .................................................................................................................................
2. Stories about parents taking care of their children
When I was in primary school, I read Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home. " Although I can understand its meaning, I am not moved by it; When I was a child, I saw the crying drama "Mom loves me again" in Taiwan Province Province. Many people are crying, but I'm just a little emotional. I am not born cold-blooded, but I am a stranger to maternal love. When I was two years old, my mother died of illness. I grew up under the care and education of my father and mother-in-law, and I still can't understand maternal love. In the 1980s, the story of the movie "Taking the Wrong Bus" in Taiwan Province Province spread to the mainland. It tells the story of a dumb uncle, a veteran who collects waste products and sells empty bottles for a living, who finds an abandoned girl and brings her up. Its theme song "Dry wine can't be sold" [in Minnan, it means "Will someone sell me the bottle after drinking it"] is very popular. This is my favorite song, "Without heaven and earth, without land, there is no home, without you, there is no home, without you, there is no me ... If you didn't raise me and give me a warm life, if you didn't protect me, my fate would be gone." Because this song expresses ordinary and great fatherly love as deep as the sea, and it is interpreted by actions rather than words. I grew up in that silent fatherly love. My father's life was unfortunate. In high school (junior high school), his right hand was fractured while playing basketball, and his right hand was disabled for life due to conditions; After less than five years of marriage, his wife left him and a pair of children. The burden of life is all on my father who has only one left hand. There are two old people in the world and two young people at the bottom. Coupled with the backward social conditions at that time, the hardships of life are unimaginable to people now. Tragic fate and bumpy life have created an ordinary, strong and great father. The disability of the right hand makes the left hand exercise, the right brain develop and the intelligence appear. A beautiful pen is the navigation mark of my primary school calligraphy; When working with my father, listening to the story of him and Song Wu fighting tigers is the source of my courage and overcoming difficulties. My father taught me to play chess, and also taught me to calculate, think and understand that chess is like life. Now I am the epitome of my father, but I am better than my father. Only in this way can I repay my father. The father who lost his wife was in his prime, but he never married again in his life. Limited by the conditions at that time, what is more important is that a pair of children need his wholehearted efforts. In the late 1970s and early 1980s, it was the time when children graduated from junior high school and went to technical secondary schools. Although the rural areas have fixed production quotas, my family, which lacks labor, is still an "overspent household". Although the tuition fee for children to study is only a few tens of yuan, it is already astronomical for fathers. In order to save enough tuition, my father added a few white hairs to his head. Always remember the scene in the summer of 1980. Although I graduated from junior high school with a score of 1979 and was admitted to Guangfu Middle School, the conditions did not allow me to continue studying in senior high school and I had to pay a lot of tuition fees. Under the teacher's persuasion, my father decided to let me make up lessons and prepare for the senior high school entrance examination. After being admitted to technical secondary school, the tuition fee is low and I have a fixed job. It's a pity that I wasted another year as a teenager. 1980, the senior high school entrance examination is almost off the line, so I have no choice but to prepare again. Try, the exam is over; Ok, not on; Tuition fees have not been settled yet. These are not my worries, but I can't delay going to my classmates' home during the holiday. I stayed at home for two days and went to Jiucun's classmate's house to play. How quickly these days pass! Reading novels and playing chess can release the enthusiasm of youth. Five days later in the afternoon, I reluctantly went home. Although it is night, the heat in summer is still unabated. As I walked, I recalled the interesting things of the past few days and felt quite happy. Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar cry came from my ear: "buy twist!" " Sweet crispy dough twists! "Familiarity is the voice that has accompanied me for many years; Strangeness is a dull and hoarse cry. I followed the sound, and my father's familiar figure caught my eye: a tall, slightly bent body with a pair of laundry baskets woven by myself on broad shoulders, which still contained unsold twists; The left hand caressed the pole, and the sweat flowed down the dark face; The vest was soaked and clung to his father. My tears poured out and I ran in three steps and two steps. " Dad! ..... "Call not bottom go to, just hard to grasp the burden on his father's shoulders. Then, I don't remember what my father said, but the picture in my mind became a fixed frame, which was deeply reflected in my heart. Now that I think about it, if it is accompanied by the music of "Dry Wine is Not for Sale", it must be a tearful movie scene. For more than 20 years, as long as I sing or hear the song "Dry wine is not for sale" and my father's hawking, the picture will make my heart ache.
Tell you a little story that your parents love you.
One happened between a homeless man and his mother. The vagrant left his hometown when his family visit expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of Zi Rong's travel bag suddenly broke. Seeing that the departure time is coming, the mother quickly took off her belt and wrapped up her son's itinerary. She blushed because of impatience and hard work when she untied her belt. The son asked his mother how to get home. Mom said, never mind, walk slowly. For many years, my son has been carrying his mother's belt with him. For several years, my son has been thinking about how his mother walked home without a belt.
4. A love story between three 400-word family members.
Flowers are beautiful because of the protection of green leaves; The eagle is spectacular because the sky is vast; I grew up under the care of my family. In the evening, just after going to bed, I suddenly coughed violently. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep. My throat hurts like a needle. My mother was awakened by my movements. She slipped and got up and put on a thin sweater. She hurried past. My mother asked anxiously, "Are you all right?" "I shook my head." Don't worry! "But my mother patted me gently and said," I will sleep with you tonight. " Then she lay down beside me and comforted me: "Go to sleep, go to sleep quickly. "In the middle of the night, I coughed again for no reason. I don't want to disturb my mother, but she seems to have a keen hearing. She turned on the light and the room suddenly lit up. My mother took the medicine and a cup of hot water and said with concern, "Yes. "I'm fine." My mother shook her head firmly. After drinking the medicine, my mother patted me. I was tired, too, and fell asleep before I knew it.
I opened my eyes in the morning. It is almost seven o'clock. I wonder why my mother didn't call me. My mother seemed to read my mind and said apologetically, "I see you didn't sleep for half a night last night." I hope you sleep more. Don't blame me, okay? " "My mother is like a child who did something wrong. A warm current welled up in my heart. I choked up and said, "mom, I should apologize to you!" Get some sleep! Mom "of course I understand, mom stayed up all night!
Listening to this sentence, recalling the previous dribs and drabs, I can't help but get wet eyes. This is deep love and affection! Because of the protection of green leaves, flowers become beautiful; Because of the vastness of the sky, the eagle becomes spectacular; I have grown up because of the care of my family!
5. Little stories of parents caring for their children in life
One happened between a homeless man and his mother. The vagrant left his hometown when his family visit expired, and his mother sent him to the station. At the station, the strap of my son's travel bag suddenly broke. Seeing that the departure time is coming, the mother quickly took off her belt and wrapped up her son's itinerary. She blushed because of impatience and hard work when she untied her belt. The son asked his mother how to get home. Mom said, never mind, walk slowly. For many years, my son has been carrying his mother's belt with him. For several years, my son has been thinking about how his mother walked home without a belt.
6. Love stories related to each other among family members
Our family is the most caring, my father loves my mother very much, and my mother loves my father very much. Of course, they still love me best.
I remember once, my mother was ill and my father was very worried. He put my mother in bed and took out the thermometer from the drawer: "Ah, 38 degrees!" " "Dad was anxious to go to the hospital behind his mother's back. It was already evening, and my father took care of it with my mother all night. I was afraid that she would be cold, so I put my coat on my mother.
My father is in charge at home, so my father is very hard. In the evening, Dad's friend asked him to go to a restaurant for dinner. Dad came back from dinner and fell asleep in bed when he entered the door. It turned out that he had drunk too much wine. Mother covered the quilt and put the washbasin under the bed to prevent him from vomiting. After a while, my mother also went to bed.
My family always cares about me and I love my family.
7. Family love stories
My grandmother is a caring grandmother. We all respect her very much. I was brought up by my grandmother, so I always have my grandmother in my heart. When I brush my teeth and wash my face, I always get water on my clothes. My grandmother prepared an apron for me. Grandma always looks at me silently and guides me when I do my homework. Although my grandmother is old, she is not very good at speaking dialects and pinyin. Most of the pinyin content she suggested to me was wrong. For example, when I dictated, I read the word sprinkler as "sand water" I was puzzled and thought, "Why is my grandmother's pinyin so poor that I never learned it when I was a child?" ..... Grandma always chooses what I don't like to eat. If it's my favorite food, she won't "love"! ……
One day, in order to let grandma eat something nutritious and delicious, I pretended to say, "It's terrible, it's terrible, throw it away!" " Hearing this, grandma quickly took it and ate it. I smiled knowingly! Whenever I make achievements in my studies, my grandmother is happier than me. Whenever I am healthy, my grandmother seems to be more energetic than me. Whenever I eat something delicious, grandma is full just watching me eat.
I know my grandma loves me, and I love my dear grandma even more!
8. Love stories between family members.
It is when children are in trouble that parents care and help solve them in time. Parents are sick and will take care of each other. As children, they will help take care of their parents and hope that their parents will recover soon. This is the story of family members' mutual concern. You can also write the plot of some TV series. For example, spring is blooming now, which is the story of mutual love among family members.
9. A short story about a family caring for each other.
Our family is the most caring, my father loves my mother very much, and my mother loves my father very much. Of course, I am their favorite.
I remember once, my mother was ill and my father was very worried. He put my mother in bed and took out the thermometer from the drawer: "Ah, 38 degrees!" " "Dad was anxious to go to the hospital behind his mother's back. It was already evening, and my father took care of it with my mother all night. I was afraid that she would be cold, so I put my coat on my mother.
My father is in charge at home, so my father is very hard. In the evening, Dad's friend asked him to go to a restaurant for dinner. Dad came back from dinner and fell asleep in bed when he entered the door. It turned out that he had drunk too much wine. Mother covered the quilt and put the washbasin under the bed to prevent him from vomiting. After a while, my mother also went to bed.
My family always cares about me and I love my family.
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10. How to write a short story about family members caring for each other?
First, my grades are half that of my mother.
I have a good mother. She is chubby, with big eyes, small nose and big mouth. She loves me very much and I love her very much.
It was the day before a game. I have a cold. As soon as my mother saw it, she immediately went out to buy medicine for me. That night, the cold wind roared nonstop, as if to freeze people into popsicles. Half an hour later, my mother finally came back. I looked at my mother's face flushed with cold, and I was very distressed. But when my mother got home, she brought me a cup and took care of me to take medicine despite my cold. I looked at the bitter medicine, although I didn't want to drink it, but I thought that my mother ran to the street to buy medicine for me despite her cold, so I took the cup and drank it. I handed the cup to my mother, and she smiled. My mother didn't sleep a wink for almost a night, so she sat with me by my bed until the next morning.
I woke up in the morning and found my mother sleeping by my bed. I looked at my mother's haggard face and felt very sad. I didn't have the heart to wake her up, so I quietly tucked my mother in. This little movement woke my mother up. She sat up quickly and stroked my head. I felt much better, and my mother had a sweet smile on her face. (This detail is well written! Show the deep affection between mother and daughter to the fullest. )
At that time, I took part in the competition with my mother's love and got good grades.
Mom, I love you! Good mother!
Second, the mind.
Maybe it's too hot. I played hide and seek with the quilt. I don't know when my upper and lower teeth are fighting the cold. Then I don't know anything ......
I don't know how long it took. I woke up and found myself wrapped up inside and out. Then, I was shocked-I was lying in a hospital bed!
My mother sat bleary-eyed by the bed. When she saw me awake, she said, "Son, you are awake. You have a cold, but you can cough me up ... "Mom coughed again, and her face was black and blue. I asked, "Mom, are you okay?" "I'm fine." Mother answered casually.
My mother said to me, "You kicked the quilt in the middle of the night, and I was awakened by your cough. I took your temperature and found that you had a fever, so I quickly picked you up and ran to the hospital. I was afraid you would be cold on the road, so I put on your coat ... Ahem ... "After listening to my mother's words, my eyes were dry and my nose was sour.
My mother takes good care of me, asking questions and checking my homework every day. Because of overwork, I fell ill with a cough, and a little silver has been born in my flowing hair. ...
This is the testimony of maternal love! So I held my mother tightly and let the tears flow freely. Mother's face is also filled with infinite joy and relief.
At that moment, happiness bloomed.