Home, a familiar and warm term. There are countless families in the world, and there are stories when there are families. Come and listen to my story!

My home is made up of my father, mother and three sisters. Although there are occasional disharmonies in our family, they will soon disappear. My home is a home full of laughter and laughter.

Just after dinner at the weekend, it was our three sisters' turn to fight. The elder sister said plausibly, "I don't wash dishes." I read the second day of junior high school and waited for half a year. I am in the third year, and the second year is a crucial year! " ! I want to read more books and increase my knowledge. ""you study hard, I don't study hard! If you increase your knowledge, you will spend money to buy "the sparrow wants revolution." I am the serious book to read, and you should wash the dishes. " Second sister said. My sister said, "Since you want to read, let my sister solve the bowl. "As soon as I heard this, I immediately grabbed the topic:" You all use your study to push the plate. Usually, you study in the evening at school and I wash the dishes. If you don't study on weekends, of course you have to wash the dishes. "We defend ourselves noisily. At this time, the mother gave an order: "Whoever should wash it will wash it, or you will be fined twice." "Mother's adult gave the order. Elder sister had to do the dishes obediently. If not, she will have to wash two more meals! Mom keeps her word.

Also, it was a weekend, and my three sisters sat together doing their homework. After doing my homework for a while, my second sister's mouth began to tilt, and she invited me out to buy things. Of course, I can't let my sister know the purpose of our going out, lest she snitch. My second sister and I went to the store and bought three pieces of chewing gum. We ate and went home. When we came back, my sister happened to have something to do. My second sister put chewing gum on the stool where my sister sat, and then pretended to do her homework seriously. Big sister came back, sitting on the stool without looking, and of course, chewing gum stuck to her pants. My second sister and I looked at each other and smiled secretly. At this time, the elder sister felt that there was something sticky under * * *, and when she touched it, she found it was chewing gum. She asked who we were, and we all shook our heads and continued to do our homework. The elder sister told her parents about it. Under the harsh "interrogation" of my parents, my second sister and I kept our mouths shut and refused to admit it. Mom and dad finally came up with a trick: if we don't admit who made the prank, let us wash the dishes alone for two days, and the second sister had to stand up and admit her mistake and avoid washing the dishes.

Ah! The story at home is so interesting and unforgettable.

The hometown of vegetables is fertile land; Animals' homes are in the vast world; And what about humans? Human beings are the ones who have their own warm and harmonious homes. I have forgotten many things that happened in my family, but some things are memorable.

Every morning, my mother will form this habit. Get breakfast ready. Wake me up at 6: 50 sharp. At noon, my mother cooked the meal. When I got home, I shouted, "Dinner!" " "So, the whole family gathered at the table and enjoyed their lunch to the fullest. Evening is more interesting. Mom cooks first and invites her family to dinner. Before dinner, my mother asked me to come to her side, with my eyes narrowed to half and my hands behind my back, and said leisurely, "What four words did you remember today?" I said trembling, "Go to sleep, feel it, gree…… ........." "I don't remember the last one, alas ..." It's a pity that I have to eat standing up, just because I don't remember a word. Looks like it's going to take some work in the future.

I also opened a "small gym" at home. What about sports? Table tennis, of course. Because this is our family's favorite. Where can I play? On the dining table! As long as the clothesline is placed in the middle of the dining table as a step, a simple table tennis table will be ready. Every month, we have a "Family Table Tennis Tournament", and the winner's prize money is 5 yuan money. Look, the table tennis match in our family is about to start. My father, mother and I are all confident and ready for the game. The competition is divided into three games, each with seven games, and the best of seven games system. The first game was played by my mother and me. I was a little nervous when I saw my mother's concentration, but I only had the word "Come on" in my heart. The game has officially started, but I just can't get rid of the "clown" hat, so I should pay attention to the rhythm. As soon as my mother served, I punched one by one, which caused me to lose a game. In the second game, my state improved, but my mother took her time and accepted the challenge calmly. As soon as I serve, my mother hits the ball hard, sometimes with a short ball, sometimes with a long ball, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right. I was in a hurry and got lost. Finally 4-0, I was shaved. Next, my mom and my dad fought, and my dad was even more vulnerable. She lost 4-0, too, and my mother won. Looks very happy, as Zhang Yilin won the Olympic champion!

Also, there are often "TV wars" in my family. Dad comes home every night. I want to get the remote control. I have extraordinary skills. I quickly "protected" the remote control before my father did it. Tuck it into your close-fitting trouser pocket and shrink into a ball. Dad tried to attack from both sides, but the harder he attacked, the tighter I shrank. Dad was anxious like a cat on hot bricks-running around, just as I was fighting with my father, suddenly, my mother came to a sudden attack and took the remote control away while we were unprepared. My father and I are like stones falling on cotton-we don't say a word. Mom said that ladies have priority and enjoy the "trophy" alone. My father and I must live in peace. We should read books and surf the Internet.

Because of these short stories, I think this is an unparalleled warmth and happiness.

On the white wall of my living room, there is a family photo. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair, all smiles. Hey, who's that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. I took a flower to promote blooming and sat between my parents. Everyone's expression in the photo shows a story that happened in my home. Do you want to know?

Different fathers

Dad is a computer teacher, and he is not neat at all. Every morning I can see a lock of hair sticking up at the back of his head, like a cannon. But he paid no attention to his "glorious image" at all. Dad is serious in front of others and has no sense of humor. But when I got home, I was "presumptuous", and a quip came out of his mouth, which made my mother and I stand up straight.

One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. My father jumped out of bed with a "Ah", dressed quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and shouted, "It's too late, too late, too late …" Then he grabbed the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother was quite calm and said, "He will be back soon." I was wondering when my father came back panting and said with a funny expression, "Oh, I really have no memory." Today is Saturday. " I almost choked.

A helpful mother

My mother is cheerful, lively and generous, and sometimes she really feels like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often helps her neighbors carry rice and throw garbage.

One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying for her mother. Her mother saw it and rushed to the little girl and said, "Little friend, can't you find your mother?" "... mom ... no ... it's gone. "The little girl cried. Mother took the little girl by the hand and said, "Auntie, will you take you to your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the reception desk, asked her mother's name and called her mother by radio. We waited at the reception for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I want to go, but my mother still stood at the front desk waiting for the little girl's mother, and she didn't take me to continue shopping until the little girl's mother came.

I love the environment.

Under the cultivation of my parents, I changed from an introverted person as a child to a lively and cheerful person. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it at will. I often pick up the rubbish on the street and throw it into the dustbin.

Once, my good friend and I saw several middle school students picking green leaves on the branches at will, making the originally dense trees bare. I was just about to stop when my friend grabbed me and said, "They are so big, what should I do if they hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, that is, destroying our home. We are right, don't be afraid of mistakes. " So I went up to them and said, "Big Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. " Hearing this, the middle school student blushed and said, "You are right, little friend, thank you." Say that finish and leave in a hurry. I think it would be nice if everyone could protect the environment.

This is my home!

The Story in the Photo is an excellent composition of 600 to 700 words.

Small photos, full of childhood memories.

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When I opened the photo album, I saw the photos, which recorded the ups and downs of my childhood. ...

A photo fell out.

In the photo, I am two or three years old, sitting in my father's arms, wearing a pair of black sunglasses and holding a book. Father smiled kindly.

That was when I was young and my father was young. Today, I have grown into a big girl, but my father is old.

When I was a child, my father's big hand took my little hand and took me through a spring, summer, autumn and winter, one country wheat field after another, and happy days day after day.

The book of time gently turns to the next page.

Now that I'm older, I don't need to walk around holding hands like this. My father became my strong backing.

Gradually, my father has some white hair on his head. Black hair is always fighting against white hair, but every time it seems that white hair ends in victory.

I germinated hard and your hair turned white.

Every week after school, as long as I don't go to work, I will always wait for me at the school gate early, prepare meals and eat them as soon as I get home.

Your love for me is everywhere.

Now you are nothing like you in the picture. You are heartbroken for * * *.

Originally young, after years of erosion, wrinkles quietly climbed up your face, and you were always silent.

In the photo, you have a bright smile. Now, you still have a smile, just a little less clear.

You don't ask questions like your mother does. You care about me in your unique way. This is fatherly love.

Always asking you for it but not saying thank you,

It's not easy to understand you when you grow up.

Pretend to be relaxed every time you leave,

Say it back with a smile. Turn around and cry.

I want to hold your warm palm as before,

But you are not with me, and the breeze will take you well.

Time, time is slow,

To keep you from getting old,

I want to keep you alive with my switch. ...

At this time, the song "Father" sounded in my ear. This song touched the hearts of thousands of children in Qian Qian. Look at the photo, you are as young as in the photo!

The story in the photo is my unique memory.

Ⅲ Composition: My family story is 600 words.

On the white wall of my living room, there is a family photo. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair, all smiles. Hey, who's that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. I took a flower to promote blooming and sat between my parents. Everyone's expression in the photo shows a story that happened in my home. Do you want to know? The unusual father is a computer teacher, and he is not neat at all. Every morning I can see a lock of hair sticking up at the back of his head, like a cannon. But he paid no attention to his "glorious image" at all. Dad is serious in front of others and has no sense of humor. But when I got home, I was "presumptuous", and a quip came out of his mouth, which made my mother and I stand up straight. One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. My father jumped out of bed with a "Ah", dressed quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and shouted, "It's too late, too late, too late …" Then he grabbed the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother was quite calm and said, "He will be back soon." I was wondering when my father came back panting and said with a funny expression, "Oh, I really have no memory." Today is Saturday. " I almost choked. My mother is cheerful, lively and generous, and sometimes she really feels like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often helps her neighbors carry rice and throw garbage. One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying for her mother. Her mother saw it and rushed to the little girl and said, "Little friend, can't you find your mother?" "... mom ... no ... it's gone. "The little girl cried. Mother took the little girl by the hand and said, "Auntie, will you take you to your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the reception desk, asked her mother's name and called her mother by radio. We waited at the reception for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I want to go, but my mother still stood at the front desk waiting for the little girl's mother, and she didn't take me to continue shopping until the little girl's mother came. I care about the environment. Under the cultivation of my parents, I changed from introverted as a child to lively and cheerful. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it at will. I often pick up the rubbish on the street and throw it into the dustbin. Once, my good friend and I saw several middle school students picking green leaves on the branches at will, making the originally dense trees bare. I was just about to stop when my friend grabbed me and said, "They are so big, what should I do if they hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, that is, destroying our home. We are right, don't be afraid of mistakes. " So I went up to them and said, "Big Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. " Hearing this, the middle school student blushed and said, "You are right, little friend, thank you." Say that finish and leave in a hurry. I think it would be nice if everyone could protect the environment. Look, this is my family story. A unique father, a helpful mother and I who care for the environment make up this happy family. I love my home.

I wrote a 600-word story composition with photos of Taiyuan.

In my photo album, there is a family photo of Zhang Zhengui. Family photos must be very common for students, but for me, they are extremely precious, only one!

My father is a busy man. He often travels on business and is not at home. He missed all the full moon parties and family gatherings, and occasionally had a meal at home, but that meal would be very busy. Because there is always a phone ringing, which is annoying and even uncomfortable. Sometimes, I think it will be quieter to eat at home without my father.

At my grandfather's "60th birthday" party, my father actually attended. But I thought it would haunt my father like a ghost like eating at home, but to my surprise, my father turned off his mobile phone. At the party, my father, mother and I all laughed as beautiful as blooming flowers and as colorful as rainbows. On the eve of dinner, I specially asked my grandfather to take pictures of me, as well as my family of three. I even enlarged that photo on purpose.

Whenever I think of my father, as long as I take out a photo, I will see that picture in my mind and feel that my father is around.

At this moment, I no longer feel that * * * is a ghost, but that * * * is so sweet, because he proved that my father is very capable, and I am proud of it!

Ⅳ The story of a photo constitutes 600 words.

There are many beautiful photos in my photo album, but my favorite photo is the one I took in Zhangheng Kindergarten when I was six years old. The story composition of a photo is 600 words.

Look, there are three rows of children in the photo, all wearing yellow short sleeves. The girls in the first row put their hands on their chests, like Buddha statues, while the girls in the second row, with their hips on, are graceful. The third row is boys, all standing on small stools, hand in hand. Two boys are still talking to each other, while I hold my head high and look proud and handsome. The children all clicked a red dot in the middle of their eyebrows, and most of them showed their white teeth with joy, and some of them squinted. The blackboard behind us is beautiful, with pink lotus, green lotus leaf and colorful little goldfish. Seeing this photo will remind me of that unforgettable scene.

I remember that day, when we graduated from kindergarten, the children were reluctant to leave the classroom when they arrived, and some even held the teacher's hand and cried. The composition of the third grade of primary school is "600-word photo story composition" The teacher gave us many gifts and delicious food, and held our hands and wouldn't let us go. At this time, I don't know which teacher said: Let's take a picture in the classroom as a souvenir! Everyone agreed happily. The children put on a uniform yellow coat. A teacher ordered a little red dot between our eyebrows, which looked very cute. Some teachers began to draw on the blackboard, and some teachers set stools for us to stand in three rows. Click, in the classroom where we have classes every day, we left this beautiful photo.

I like this photo because it left me a good memory. Whenever I see it, I will name my children one by one, and I will also think of the scene of studying and playing games with my children. Grade 3 of Nanyang Reading Composition Training Center, Henan Province: Hu

ⅵ The story composition in the photo is 600 words.

In my photo album, there are many photos, each of which is a beautiful moment and a sweet memory.

Look, there is a girl standing on the deck with her right hand holding the railing and her left hand making a "V" shape. There is a river below, and there are countless mountains beside it. She is me. Whenever I see this photo, I will think of my trip to Guilin.

It was the summer vacation in August, and my mother and I traveled to Guilin. It is said that there are four rivers in Guilin, and the Lijiang River is the largest and longest. So as soon as the tour guide said to play, I clamored for my mother to take me to the Lijiang River, and my mother agreed.

When I came to the Lijiang River and boarded the deck, I saw countless peaks rising from the ground, unconnected with each other, like old people, like giant elephants, like camels, and strange peaks listed in thousands of forms; The mountains in Guilin are really beautiful, like green barriers, like new bamboo shoots, with bright colors, reaching the surface of the reflection; The mountains in Guilin are really dangerous. The dangerous peaks stand tall and the rocks are rugged. It seems that if you are not careful, you will fall. The water in Lijiang River is so quiet that you can't feel it flowing. The water in Lijiang River is really green, like a flawless jade. Lijiang River is like a winding jade belt, surrounded by mountains and cliffs. The wind is so strong that I can't open my eyes, so I have to narrow my eyes, otherwise the sand will slip into my eyes. I closed my eyes, as if I felt the green wave. When I open my eyes, I look back. The white waves rolling on the river surface rise layer by layer and recede layer by layer ... Lijiang River is really poetic. Suddenly, my mother said to me, "One, two, three." I instinctively reached out and made a "V" shape. With a click, my trip to Lijiang River was left in the photo.

The photo album records the footprints of my summer vacation, which is the epitome of my summer vacation. ......

The seventh 600-word composition "The Story of My Family"

Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat and my mother is a sail, carrying Wen Wen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.

Speaking of my family, happy things happen from time to time. Although the sparrow is small and complete, yes, my family is like this. Although there are only three people in my family, officials of all sizes are well informed. My father is the president of the United Nations, and my mother and I are permanent members of the Security Council. We discuss family affairs together. Take turns to be the duty student at home. The happiest thing is that on the day when it's my turn to be on duty, I can exercise the rights of an adult, master the expenses at home that day and buy a lot of things I like to eat. Although peace is the mainstream of my family, there are occasional local wars. . I remember once my mother came home from work with a big bag of things and mopped the floor as soon as she got home. Just because my mother is an impatient person, she does things very neatly. If she sees you dawdling there, she will definitely kick you. Soon my father came back. As soon as he got home, he put on the airs of the president of the United Nations and asked his mother to cook good food for him. Now my mother is rebellious and quarreling with my father. My father refused to accept the argument that "men are the masters outside and women are the masters inside", but my mother did not show weakness, posing that "Indonesia and Malaysia are both female presidents, both men and women who have governed the country, both inside and outside."

Although my home is small, it is always full of happiness and happiness. At home, my father is just a civil servant and my mother is an ordinary worker. But they are very concerned about my study and life. My father often tutors and checks my homework. Last year, when I was in the near future, my father went to Nanning on business, but he still called me to encourage me to review well, not to put too much pressure on the exam, but to have confidence in doing well in it. My mother is the hero of my family, and she is as busy as a bee every day. I have no free time at all, but she definitely cares about my study. Every day, no matter how busy I am, I will take time to check my homework. Because of her low level of education, I ask her for advice when I encounter any problems in my study. She will definitely teach you a few words: "I don't attend classes, I only know how to ask." Think for yourself! As soon as there is a mistake, she fights with each other and beats me to the ground. My dad can't help her with this! In life, my parents can be said to be considerate and meticulous to me, but their caring methods are different. My mother dotes on me as much as possible to meet my dietary hobbies and dressing needs, and often gives me small change, while my father, on the contrary, prefers to let me eat vegetarian food such as vegetables I don't like, often teaches me to eat snacks with a straight face, often tells me about his hard life at school, often lets me watch revolutionary feature films and helps me borrow some past events. He seldom gives me pocket money, which gives me the feeling of being stingy, but also generous. I remember in July this year, my father asked my mother to buy less meat, but my father loved meat. When I asked my mother why, my mother told me that my father saved money to help me buy a "memorable star" that I yearned for. I couldn't help crying when I heard the news.

Every weekend, people in the yard often see our family playing badminton, poker and other games. When the sun goes down, people in the town often see us walking along the river bank together. In my family, what can be happier and happier than this paradise-like happiness? In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.

ⅷ The most beautiful story composition in my family is 600 words.

On the white wall of my living room, there is a family photo. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair, all smiles. Hey, who's that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. I took a flower to promote blooming and sat between my parents. Everyone's expression in the photo shows a story that happened in my home. Do you want to know?

Different fathers

Dad is a computer teacher, and he is not neat at all. Every morning I can see a lock of hair sticking up at the back of his head, like a cannon. But he paid no attention to his "glorious image" at all. Dad is serious in front of others and has no sense of humor. But when I got home, I was "presumptuous", and a quip came out of his mouth, which made my mother and I stand up straight.

One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. My father jumped out of bed with a "Ah", dressed quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and shouted "It's too late, too late, too late ..." Then, he grabbed the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother was quite calm and said, "He will be back soon." I was wondering when my father came back panting and said with a funny expression, "Oh, I really have no memory." Today is Saturday. " I almost choked.

A helpful mother

My mother is cheerful, lively and generous, and sometimes she really feels like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often helps her neighbors carry rice and throw garbage.

One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying for her mother. Her mother saw it and rushed to the little girl and said, "Little friend, can't you find your mother?" "... mom ... no ... it's gone. "The little girl cried. Mother took the little girl by the hand and said, "Auntie, will you take you to your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the reception desk, asked her mother's name and called her mother by radio. We waited at the reception for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I want to go, but my mother still stood at the front desk waiting for the little girl's mother, and she didn't take me to continue shopping until the little girl's mother came.

I love the environment.

Under the cultivation of my parents, I changed from introverted as a child to lively and cheerful. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it at will. I often pick up the rubbish on the street and throw it into the dustbin.

Once, my good friend and I saw several middle school students picking green leaves on the branches at will, making the originally dense trees bare. I was just about to stop when my friend grabbed me and said, "They are so big, what should I do if they hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, that is, destroying our home. We are right, don't be afraid of mistakes. " So I went up to them and said, "Big Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. " Hearing this, the middle school student blushed and said, "You are right, little friend, thank you." Say that finish and leave in a hurry. I think it would be nice if everyone could protect the environment.

Look, this is my family story. A unique father, a helpful mother and I who care for the environment make up this happy family. I love my home.

The composition of the story in the photo

The sun rises in the east-a display of youthful vitality

At the top of the mountain, it was still dark, but the sky in the east was slightly fish-belly white, and several indomitable morning stars blinked in the sky. We looked down the hill, and in the hazy mist, the lights of Huang Chengcheng were faintly visible. With the dawn of the sky, gradually fade away.

After a while, the sky near Leiyuemen approached the top of the mountain and changed strangely. The color of the fish-belly white gradually became reddish, pink and bloody ... The sun appeared and suddenly broke through the light gray dusk. Suddenly, the sunny scenery between heaven and earth is panoramic. Ships in the harbor are floating on the water. The hills far and near are covered with orange and transparent colors, and the shadows of people and trees are obliquely reflected on the ground.

What is that? Like a gorgeous red scarf, it floats gently between boundless heaven and earth. Oh, it's a pink cloud, spreading slowly. What is that? In the faint glow, like a naughty child, an orange velvet hat pokes its head out of its hiding place. Oh, that's the rising sunrise in the clouds. At this time, the rays of the sun began to shoot out, and the surrounding clouds showed a maple leaf-like red light.

I watched the sun rise bit by bit, and my heart was very anxious. I can't wait to see the panoramic view of the sunrise at once. But this is the law of nature, and I have no ability to change it. At this time, the sun has revealed its eyes, which are magical eyes. Wherever you look, you will get a layer of gold. The sky turned pale blue, the clouds turned pale red by the sunlight, and the sunshine was not so strong.

At this time, the sun has only one mouth left, and it is radiant, and the surrounding clouds are red. It's almost dawn.

The sun came out completely, and it changed from crimson to light red, then to white, and finally to silver, radiant. The surrounding clouds are all rosy, gathering into clouds, as if the sun is the supreme emperor and the clouds are a group of loyal guards.