In real life or work and study, people often come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. How to write a good composition? The following is a family composition compiled by Bian Xiao, which is for reference only. I hope it will help everyone.

Family composition 1

"Mom" is probably the word I say the most. When I first learned to speak, the first word I could say was mom. This feeling with my mother is the most precious feeling in everyone's heart.

I read two articles in the past two days, missing and walking in autumn, and watched the movie "The person who loves me the most in the world is gone". What impressed me the most was Qiu Si written by Shi Tiesheng. The "I" in the article is furious and often loses his temper with his mother. Much like me, I sometimes lose my temper and even quarrel with my mother. The author's mother put up with it again and cried. My mother was thinking about her two children before she died. She is a good mother and a distressing mother. In fact, once the author knew his mother's illness, he wouldn't lose his temper like this. We are often carried away by anger and don't care about our parents' feelings.

My mother is a software engineer in an IT company. She works hard every day. When she comes home from work, she always brings me snacks and asks me what I want to eat. My answer is always "whatever" without thinking. Looking through my chat records with my mother, the white box on the left is endless, and the green box on the right is rarely simple and perfunctory. I always ignore my mother's concern and care for me.

In some stories, maternal love is great and heroic, but in reality, it is mostly insignificant and meticulous. In Missing in Autumn, the mother silently establishes her son, and even encounters "sensitive words" that are more sensitive than me. The author is a careful person. He observed his mother's behavior and movements, but said nothing. The biggest gap in front of family members may be face.

During the summer vacation, my mother and I go out for a walk every night. Like good friends, we always have endless words when we walk through a dimly lit elder sister or a dimly lit alley. Once I told a story that made me very sad. I hesitated and told my mother. I cried as I spoke, and tears flowed down like raindrops. My mother is not very convincing, but she keeps telling me not to take it to heart. On the way home, I was still sobbing, listening to my mother say softly, "Nothing, just tell my mother if you are in a bad mood." On the way home, I saw the worry on my mother's face with tears. I was a little worried. I thought about something and stopped talking. I seem to understand all the comforts. When I am sad or happy, my mother is always my best listener.

I feel that I finished this composition with tears. First of all, I realized the emotion in the three works, the mother's love for the children, and thought of all the efforts made by the mother. If there is no affection and love between relatives, how pale the world will become.

Family composition II

Flowers are beautiful and don't need any foil. Any complete flower seed may grow into a flower and bloom brilliantly under your careful care. Without your care, those flowers will be thin and small

When I was a child, I was my mother's good girl. My mother has always taken care of me and taken care of everything for me, and I have always enjoyed my mother's love. The flower of love sprouted between my mother and me.

When I was in primary school, I gradually became sensible and could understand my mother's fatigue and hard work. So I will try my best to help my mother sweep the floor, and my mother will always praise me for growing up. I am very happy. Although I can't do many things for my mother, at least I can make my mother worry less about me. No matter how busy my mother is, she will take time out to care about my study and life. I feel so happy! The flower of love blooms between us!

When I grow up a little, my mother will leave my hometown and go out to work for me. My mother doesn't have so much time to care about me anymore, and she can't do anything for me anymore. Even the time to make a phone call has to be squeezed out. I have a gap with my mother, and the flower of affection is no longer so beautiful!

I went to junior high school and went home because my mother was very nervous about my study. Although I was very happy, I never told my mother what I thought. I always argue with my mother in a few words. I think there is a deep generation gap between us, and there is no communication and understanding between us. The flower of family has become so thin and fragile!

Until that time, I felt uncomfortable for several days in a row, and sometimes I even felt breathless. My mother was worried and kept asking questions for fear that something would happen to me. I can't bear to watch her work so hard and worry about me! That night, my mother suddenly offered to sleep with me. Sleeping in bed at night, I feel very safe, maybe my mother is around. Although my illness was not good, I tried my best to hide it and did not hesitate to increase my mother's worry, but my mother still saw it. Mom said, Lulu, do you know? Mom wants you to get better soon. For you, my mother is willing to give everything, even my life! Listening to my mother's words, I froze and my eyes were wet with tears. Motherly love is so selfless and great that they are really willing to do anything for their children and pay any price. I suddenly understood that, in fact, our feelings have always been so strong that they have not faded at all. My world has become so warm because of my mother, and the flowers of family love bloom brilliantly under our care!

Family composition 3

You are like snow, you come into view, you are selfless, who is old?

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In the morning, there are cheerful and pleasant birds singing in the Woods outside.

Last night, my mother clamored to wash her hair. I stopped her: "Mom, it's too late, don't wash it, or the headache will be bad." Mom is always like this, worrying about us everywhere, but always ignoring her own health.

In the morning, my mother remembered last night again. He bent down to get the washbasin, and when he stood up, he did not forget to hold his waist with his hand. At this moment, my nose is sour and I want to slap myself: 14 years, my mother thinks of me everywhere, and I, an unfilial girl, have never done anything for my mother, even an ordinary little thing! I don't know where my conscience is, so I said, "Mom, let me help you wash it!" " "My mother declined, but agreed at my insistence. At the moment, my mother is very happy, I know. These six short words flowed into my mother's heart like honey.

I brought a basin of warm water and untied the elastic band in my mother's hair. Suddenly, a black hair occupied the world in front of me. Yes, my mother's hair, which I envied when I was young, was like a waterfall mixed with ink. Inadvertently, a little white, is it an illusion? There was a pause, and it turned out that the silver hair was already scattered on my mother's head. Slowly combing her mother's black and white hair, tears are not obedient's eyes wandered around.

Mother lowered her head. I soaked her hair completely with warm water and applied some shampoo evenly. My hand gently rubbed on my mother's scalp, but my thoughts have flown out of the window. At this time, the sound of birds seems a little sad. Is the bird sorry for mom? "Son, I got my eyes with shampoo!" Mother lightly chastised. "Oh, I'm sorry." I spat out my tongue.

I helped my mother flush the water. It didn't seem to be foam, but my childhood memories with my mother were erased. At that time, I was four years old and very naughty. One day, my mother helped me take a bath. Because of personality problems, I fidgeted in the bathtub, accidentally broke my head and lost a lot of blood. And my mother blamed herself for this for many days, even her eyes were swollen with tears! I was stupid when I was a child, really stupid. At that time, I thought: Why is Mom crying? He's not the one who got hurt! Now I know that it is "hurting the child, and the pain is in the mother's heart"!

I helped my mother dry her hair and saw her happy face. I smiled with relief.

Poverty inherits the wind! Use your little love to repay your mother's selfless love!

Family composition Article 4

When did you stop caring about grandpa?

Today, when I went back to my hometown, I saw my grandfather sitting alone in the living room watching TV bored. He is in a daze rather than watching TV. I stayed for a while, then changed the channel bored, as if I couldn't find my favorite program, finally sighed, put the remote control aside, and then continued to be in a daze. Because of cataract, he can hardly see the TV picture.

So I stepped through the door and shouted, "Grandpa, I'm back!" " "His dry eyes suddenly filled with light, everything is no longer important. He stood up with difficulty on crutches and came trembling. He is over eighty years old and his hair has just turned white. Time has mercilessly ravaged his skin. Looking at the deep gully on his face, my heart can't help but tighten-when did you start to care about his appearance?

As soon as I got to my hometown, I sat down to do my homework. On the way, my mother asked me to bring something to eat for my grandfather, but my thoughts were interrupted and I had to hold it reluctantly. As soon as I got to grandpa's side, he grabbed me and wanted to chat, so I had to sit down. At that moment, I felt both familiar and unfamiliar ―― when did this smell start?

Grandpa looked at me for a while and then said, "You look the same as before. You haven't changed. " This makes me even more uneasy. Grandpa remembers my appearance, but I never cared about his appearance!

At this point, grandpa got up and wanted to help me pour a glass of water. He walked slowly to the kitchen and picked up the cup that had belonged to me for many years ―― because I had been "hogging" it since I was a child. First, I poured some cold water, then some hot water. I touched the cup with my hand and found that the water was very hot. I picked up the cold kettle. I was stunned at first, and then immediately came over and said, "I'm fine alone." You don't need help. Go back and sit down. " I reached for the kettle, but he put it down: "I have fallen." He was smiling all over his face. "You drink." I picked up the cup and took a sip. Maybe because I disturbed him, the water he poured was not just the right temperature, but a little hot, which made my tongue a little numb. But maybe, when grandpa poured water, he mixed his passionate love for his granddaughter into the water.

I gave the food to grandpa. He held it carefully and cherished it like a child. I have mild dementia because of my age. Sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the curtains and left our footprints on grandpa's gray hair. Grandpa ate the food I gave him and looked as satisfied as a child. When did he stop being so close to grandpa? I review myself again and again, reminding myself.

The sunshine is still very good, I hope this moment will stay forever.

Affection is the tenderness of a mother like spring breeze, which gives you confidence; Affection is the heroic love of your father like the Yellow River, which gives you strength; Affection, even the touching interpretation in nature, makes you moved. It is a small detail in life, such as the faint sunshine in winter, which warms you gently, such as the continuous spring breeze and drizzle, which moistens you quietly in the hot summer. I am catching cicadas with my friends. We had a good time, and it wasn't just Grandpa Sun who was "angry". We've been catching it! Probably caught seven or eight! We just sit under the tree and enjoy the cool. Somehow, I have a headache, pale face and sweating. My friend saw me like this and sent me home. Without saying anything, my mother ran to the hospital behind my back. I looked up and said weakly to my mother, "Mom, where are we going?" "Go to the hospital!" "Mom said anxiously, but it's still far from the hospital! We're not going! I'm fine. "I said it with a good accent." No, you have to go, far away. "Mom's words were a little harsh, and I was frightened by her words and didn't dare to be quiet. After a while, I fell asleep in a daze.

Yumeko, Yumeko, wake up. Mother shouted. "Mom, what are you doing?" I answered. "Look at the hospital, let the doctor check it!" Mom smiled and said to me. I looked at my mother affectionately, and my eyes filled with tears. "Silly boy, why are you crying? Mom is not tired. " Mom said softly. I went to see the doctor and sat down. I think the doctor explained the current situation. The doctor said that I had heatstroke and I had to stay in the hospital for three days. My mother and I came to the ward. I sat on the bed and said with a smile, "Mom, you have worked hard. I love you. " I kissed my mother. I love you too. Mother said lovingly. I looked at my mother's sunken eyes and wrinkles around her eyes. Tears poured out like a flood, and I couldn't stop it. In the next few days, before I left the hospital, my mother took good care of me.

Mom! You give me an umbrella in rainy days and a cotton-padded jacket in winter. Failure is your encouragement, success is your reminder, and your love flows into my heart like a river.

Mom! What can I do to repay you?

Teacher's comment: It turns out that weak women also have men's heart-grabbing cicadas. My gentle and loving mother didn't blame me for catching cicadas, but all she thought about was my health. Thank you, mom!

Family composition Article 6

Near midnight, I rode my bike alone and hurried home. Ha, I'm really happy today. I was not only crazy in class, but also accidentally received a unique brooch from a classmate.

When I hurried home, I didn't know whether my weak mother had fallen asleep. I pushed the door open gently, but I was surprised to find my mother knitting by the window. Seeing me, she put down her sweater and greeted me: "Come back? I'll help you heat up the dishes until you don't get enough to eat at every party. " No accusations, no complaints, just care. I am so hot that I regret coming back so late.

"So, are you at home tonight?" I asked my mother shyly.

"Knitting a sweater, waiting for you." Mom said quietly.

I don't know what else to say, just bow my head and hurry to pick up the rice. Looking at my tired mother in the light, I asked, "Where's my dad?"

"I didn't come back after working overtime tonight." Mom still said quietly.

Guilt welled up in my heart again, knitting sweaters, going to the window again and again to watch me come home late, and going to hot and cold food again and again. On this cold winter night, she could have gone to rest early.

"There are so many dishes today!" I tried to stuff food into my mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Mom's eyes lit up. "Today is my birthday."

What? It's your birthday tonight? But she kept a cold night, waiting for someone to bless others to go home! I was at a loss, and my fingertips touched the small brooch in panic. I quickly took it out and handed it to my mother, saying, "Happy birthday, mom!" " "

Mother took the brooch with joy, looked at it repeatedly in the dim light and kept saying, "For me?" How nice and beautiful! "That looks like an excited child. I didn't expect such a fake one to give my mother happiness. I deeply feel that my mother gave me so much, so much, but I got very little in return. Such a small brooch is enough to satisfy my mother very much.

I can't help but feel a fever on my face and tears can't stop falling. I covered my face with my hand and tried to put the rice in my mouth, but something seemed to be stuck in my throat and I couldn't swallow it. I stopped, and my mother didn't know when to come to me: "Why don't you eat?" I couldn't bear it any longer and threw myself into my mother's arms. Mother seems to know everything. "Silly child, why are you crying?"

Family is like a river cutting endless springs, flowing with eternal thoughts in the hearts of wanderers; Affection is like a hill piled up with countless fine sand, which has precipitated the worries accumulated for many years; Family is like the Big Dipper in the night sky, guiding the lost lamb home.

Family composition 7

A ray of sunshine shines into my heart, making me look up at my desk. This ray of sunshine is love.

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What? Fracture? Isn't it just a fall? How to break it? The news came as a bolt from the blue to me. What bad luck I broke my right hand on the first day after the National Day holiday! Depressed! Somehow, I suddenly feel that the world is getting smaller and smaller, and I am trapped in it. At this time, a pair of hands lifted me up, and these hands are family!

Radish bone soup

It's time for dinner. I picked up the spoon. My mother-in-law brought a bowl of soup and said with a smile, "Point (my real name). Come on, my mother-in-law made a big bone soup, delicious! " Eat more calcium supplements! "I said, and gave me a bone, urging me to eat quickly. It's been like this for several days. Although I am a little bored and don't like soup, I know that this radish bone soup contains my mother-in-law's deep love for me. I looked at my grandmother and pretended to drink sweetly!

Before leaving, exhortation way

It never rains but it pours. The day after the injury, my mother was going on a business trip for a week. My sudden injury worried my leaving mother very much. After dressing every day, my mother repeatedly told me in front of the wardrobe: "If it is hot, if it is cold, don't take off your clothes at school, put on a coat, it will be cold in the morning and evening."

"I know, I know, I am not a child anymore." I interrupted my mother impatiently. When I come home from school at night, my mother has gone on a business trip. I found a note left by my mother on the table, which said, "Before going to bed every night, take the clothes for the next day and act quickly at breakfast."

I looked at the note, and my vision gradually blurred. This suggestion is full of my mother's deep concern and love for me.

Doll practice

"Oh, be gentle, it hurts!" I shouted.

"Okay, okay, I'll be gentle." Grandma said in a hurry, her hand was a little lighter, and she carefully helped me take off my sleeve. Since my mother went on a business trip, grandma has taken on the burden of helping me undress and take a bath. Just injured, my arm hurts badly when I move, which naturally adds a lot of difficulty to grandma's work. But grandma quickly mastered the skills and reduced my pain. Later, I overheard my mother-in-law say that grandma practiced dressing and undressing on my big doll many times. Grandma silently explained her love for me with her actions.

My broken right arm has gradually recovered under the careful care of my family, and I can finally take off my plaster and move freely next week. But this fracture incident made me deeply feel the love and affection of my family.

Family composition 8

Affection is an invisible flame, which can warm your heart and make you live carefree.

This metaphor is very apt.

Affection is something that everyone can't lack. Some people may say: I have lived in a divorced family since I was a child, and I don't feel warm without fatherly love and maternal love. But have you ever wondered who sent you to the hospital when you were sick? Who will get you something at the beginning of school; Who cooks for you when you go home? You just can't feel it.

Affection is everywhere, but I can't feel it.

Feelings will lead a person to success, but also lead a person astray.

I once read a report that a child grew up in a divorced family, so he had two mothers and two fathers at the same time. Whether he is a stepfather or a stepmother, he takes good care of him and gives him whatever he wants. Children fall in love at school, and the principal talks to parents. Parents think this is a common problem in adolescence, and it's no big deal. However, after that, the child surfed the Internet in the Internet cafe all day, stayed outside at night, and robbed his younger classmates when he had no money, and was later arrested by the police.

Specific examples prove this point.

From this story, I can draw a conclusion: moderate affection is ok, and excessive affection is a disaster.

Proper warmth is more likely to make a child become more independent and independent, and if he is meticulous and lets him do something wrong regardless of teaching, it is a big mistake.

Nowadays, most of us are only children. Parents always obey their children. They can give them anything they want. If they are wrong, they can't bear to beat and scold. If they are right, they like it very much. In junior high school, there was a classmate in the class who was an only child. From Monday to Wednesday, his mother brings him meals from home every day for fear that he will not eat well at school. From Thursday to Saturday, his father shifts. Whether it rains or snows, it is the same every day. But he doesn't cherish it at all. He only knows how to eat and play every day. In the end, he didn't get into high school. His father spent a lot of money to buy him a second-rate high school as a placement student. Is such concern useful to him? Affection should not be coddling, but guiding him when he is in trouble and teaching him how to face it, rather than eliminating all difficulties for him.

Give examples around you to prove that the point is more powerful.

Family, let us learn how to love.

Family composition 9

The final exam is coming tomorrow, and I am crawling on my desk, desperately trying to catch up with a mountain of homework. My mother sat on the sofa next to me and peeled chestnuts for me. I like chestnut porridge best. This is called looking at flowers.