Family is like a clear spring, nourishing a long-dried heart; Family is like a warm sun, shining on the dark and cold heart; Family is like a breeze, blowing the difficult and lonely heart window. The following is an 800-word senior high school composition about affection that I compiled for you. I hope you like it!
There is a yearning for the 800 words (1) about family in senior high school composition, which is called a lingering dream; There is a kind of care, called meticulous; There is a nagging, which is a message of love; There is a new feeling that we should cherish forever.
I had little communication with my mother when I was a child. I always play with my father. My mother is both strict and terrible to me. I hate violins. Every day, my mother kept nagging me: "Practice the piano quickly, the exam is coming soon, practice the piano quickly." I am very happy to play computer games. When I heard my mother's words, it went in one ear and out the other, so I didn't want to go back. I snorted and promised to continue playing computer games. My mother listened to my silence and came over and said, "Hurry up! Everything must be vigorous and resolute, and it is like something that drags on! " As soon as I heard this, I was so angry that I said, "Stop practicing! I'm not practicing. I can't practice that thing as a meal! " My mother heard this sentence and said angrily, "If you don't practice, I will hit you!" " ""Don't you dare, the more you hit me, the less I practice! " I said with my mouth closed. How can my mother leave me alone when she hears this? The slap hit me on the back. I cried and ran back to my room with my heart broken. In the room, I cried so badly that I didn't even eat dinner. I fell asleep when I was tired of crying. In the middle of the night, I pretended to be asleep when I heard something. It was my mother who came in. She shoved me into the corner and said, "Son, my mother doesn't want to hit you, but she's worried about you. If you don't do well in the exam, you will be even more sad. "Mom loves you so much, how could she hit you? Good baby, you must not be disobedient, because it will hurt you! " Hearing this sentence, my eyes are moist. In my impression, my mother's strict requirements for me are the image in my heart, but her words moved me very much. I thought to myself, I must practice my piano well tomorrow and listen to my mother. The next day, I not only apologized to my mother, but also practiced the piano all morning. Since then, my relationship with my mother has changed, and my mother and I have become "good friends". I will tell my mother good things, bad things and interesting things every day.
Love is an act of crouching in the corner at night. Affection is a family watching TV together, and affection is also a basin of foot washing water ... Every child of ours is now a little emperor and princess at home, but we ask for it, but we forget how our parents earn money to support us. There are too many things in life that we should cherish, but we must never forget our parents' love and never leave without thinking about cherishing it.
In my life, I will meet many people who pass by my life in a hurry and become the scenery in my heart, black and white or color. They are just passers-by in my life. But mom, you are the watcher in my life.
Do you remember? You stand in the rain, white clothes and red umbrella are indelible scenery printed in my heart.
The day I went to the painting competition, you were ill. The venue is not near, but it is not too far. I wanted to go by myself, and I didn't go alone until I agreed not to, but when I was about to go out, the weather was not beautiful-it was raining cats and dogs, and now you don't say anything. "It's such a big rain, you have to bring a paint brush or something. How can you do this? " You said to me in a hoarse voice, Mom, why? Why did you let me get wet when you were ill?
Walking on the road, I want to take an umbrella for you. After all, you are a patient, but you insist on taking it yourself. "What's the difference between taking an umbrella and not giving it to you?" I can't beat you, so I have to give you my umbrella. It rained heavily, but I didn't get wet at all. The two men who walked in front of us also carried the same umbrella. Why is it half wet? I turned to look at you. So you put your umbrella next to me. I gently pushed it to your side, but after a while, you tilted your umbrella to my side. You looked at me doubtfully and said, "This umbrella is too heavy to hold stably." What a clumsy lie it is, but it is so beautiful and moving. Mom, why is this? Why pretend not to be careful when you know it was intentional? If it's true, why did you give me an umbrella when you knew it was unstable?
When I arrived at the examination room, I saw a parent send it over. They kept telling the child what to do, and the child waved impatiently and entered the examination room. But you didn't say anything. In fact, you didn't say much after we set out, and almost all the way was silent. You said you were afraid to infect me. I walked into the examination room and looked back, only to find that you didn't go away. You made a gesture of cheering for me and then smiled at me. Mom, why is this? Why don't you go home early? Why do I see your smile and suddenly my heart is full of strength? I think I understand, I understand everything. ...
Later, I drew such a picture in a painting competition with the theme of "love": in a gloomy picture, a man with a red umbrella is laughing and there are water droplets on his body. White is particularly bright on a gloomy background, and the red umbrella makes the painting look warm on a rainy day. I named it scenery.
Because of love, you sent me to the examination room in spite of illness and rain; Because of love, you inclined your umbrella to me; Because of love, you are afraid of infecting me and want to cheer me up; Because of love, when I see your smile, I will feel a warm power. ...
That is the scenery in my heart, and the flaming umbrella is your longing heart; The dripping white clothes are the rain and dew you love, right?
This is a picture left in my heart, a landscape of love. ...
Affection, in everyone's view, is owned by everyone, so ordinary, but only when it is lost will we feel the importance of affection. Family ties are so small that I send you a glass of milk every day; Feelings are so great that you can pay the price of your life for them.
Family is a bright lamp, illuminating the darkness; Family is a flame, melting hard ice; Family is a beacon, giving people hope; Family is a ladder, reaching the top; Affection is a cotton-padded jacket against strong winds; Family is a clear spring that washes the soul; Feelings are ...
Needless to say, these examples include Yu Shun, Lao Laizi, Zhou, Zeng Shen and Zhou Minkui.
Every day when I see my parents, grandparents, I will greet them kindly; Every time my grandparents celebrate their birthdays, my aunt, second aunt and young aunt will go home for dinner. No matter how busy I am, I will put aside other activities, bring my family to dinner and say "Happy Birthday". My aunt who lives nearby will come to see me every night, except for busy work, rainy weather and other reasons, almost every day; Every time I am late for homework, my parents will wait until I finish my homework before going to bed. Every time they come down to ask me about my homework and send me a glass of warm milk. Every time I do badly in the exam, my parents will comfort me When I do well in the exam, my parents will tell me to be modest ...
In our family, it is my father who respects my grandparents and gives me the motivation to live. I am a "nobody" and almost never do housework. It's hard for me to get up and do something for my parents unless I have to. But once I changed my attitude: one day my deskmate and I suddenly talked about the topic of "parents" for no reason. I asked her what she had done for her parents, and she replied, "I really can't count, pounding my parents' backs, boiling water for my parents, wiping tables and washing dishes for my parents ..." I listened to her answer, and the voice hit my heart. I asked myself, "What am I doing? "Nothing, even some small things like handing things, I have only done a few. At present, it seems that a mirror has been broken, and the familiar pictures have been rearranged and played from vague to clear. My mother endured 13 analgesia and brought me into this world. When I was born, I saw my mother's satisfied smile. When I was a child, I was very naughty. I tugged at my parents' hair with my tender little hands, clamoring to sit on my father's shoulder.
When I grew up, my parents began to be strict and put more love on my sister. I used to cry and protest, but it was useless. My parents' strictness made me form a good habit of consciousness. I suddenly realized that my parents' strictness was for my own good. I was so ignorant that my parents broke their hearts. What makes parents so selfless to their children? It is love! It's family
Family ties let me grow, let me form good habits, and let me get good grades. Let's say "I love you" to your relatives now, then every warm home in the world will become indestructible and will not collapse because of the wind and rain outside.
Family ties are the most sincere feelings in the world. It is like a bank, which builds strong confidence for us when our hearts are weak. It is like a rainbow, which paints a beautiful and splendid picture for us after we have experienced the storm; It is like a beam of sunshine, illuminating the way forward for us. It is the warmest world in our hearts.
Love is a drop of dew in spring. Outside the window, the night hangs over the city quietly. The trees outside the window trembled in the wind. I opened my hazy eyes and watched my mother sitting there looking at me with concern. I looked at my mother. Her eyes were bloodshot and there were more silver wires in her hair. Because I am weak, my mother is heartbroken and I am haggard. In order to get well as soon as possible, my mother always cooks chicken soup for me. Every time my mother brings me a bowl of steaming chicken soup, she always smiles with relief when she sees me finish it. Every midnight, she gets up quietly and tucks me in. My mother is meticulous to me, just like a drop of dew in spring, nourishing my heart.
Affection is a warm scene on the dining table. Spring girl came to the world with a brisk pace, awakened the sleeping grass, tall and straight willows, and blew the flowers' faces red. The air is full of the breath of spring. I rushed home with my schoolbag on my back, and my mother was preparing a big dinner for us in the kitchen. Dad is sitting on the sofa watching TV. I went over and took out a test paper. What caught my eye was the red score of 100, although my father simply said, "Well, I did well in this exam. I will continue to work hard next time. " But I still saw a glimmer of joy under my father's eyes. I happily ran to the kitchen and took the test paper to my mother. After reading it, my mother showed a gratified smile. At dinner, my father brought me a lot of dishes and said earnestly, "Your road will be long and the things you encounter will become more and more complicated. However, my daughter, my parents will always support you and accompany you. " Although it was only a few short words, my heart warmed up at once. Under the soft light, our family sat around the steaming food, listening to the teachings of our parents and the drizzle. Their encouragement and support made me more motivated. At that moment, my heart was warm. They gave me a harbor to rely on and made me feel the warmth of my family.
Family is a meter of sunshine in my heart. Soft rain crept up the window. I just got home and found no one at home, thinking: Today is my birthday, why is there no one at home? Do you remember my birthday? I called my mother, but she said she was busy and might be late. I feel very wronged. What is this? Today is my birthday, but there are no presents and cakes, so I have to eat them myself. I can't help feeling sour at the thought of this. At this moment, a hurried footsteps came. It was my sister who came back with a cake in her hand. It turned out that she came home early and remembered that today was my birthday. She bought me a cake and prepared to surprise me with a bowl of delicious noodles. My sister smiled and blessed me: "Happy birthday, little sister. Mom and dad are very busy at work. Let me prepare a cake for you. Come back at night and we will celebrate your birthday together. " In this way, I had a happy birthday. Looking at my sister, a surge of emotion surged in my heart. My sister always brings me surprise and warmth when I don't expect it, just like a red little sun.
In the long life, home is the warmest place in our hearts, which can give us the most lasting motivation and the most selfless love and support.
Affection is the expectation that Yue Fei's mother engraved "loyalty to the country" on her back, the "three tricks" that Mencius' mother painstakingly managed for her better growth, and the stumbling back of Zhu Ziqing's father when he climbed over the fence. Family ties are all the time. It tolerates people's forgetting and takes it for granted. In this way, we enjoy the love given by our parents, stubbornly possess them, deprive them of their youth, turn their hard work into our full-fledged commodities, exchange their old age for our youthful vitality, and often complain about their advice and inculcation. I think, only when we are parents, only when we raise our children ourselves, will we feel the feeling of being parents. The pace of life is so hasty that I forget to say a few words of thanks to my relatives around me, and often regret it when I realize it. Now, let's stop and say thank you to them with a grateful heart, thank them for bringing us into this world, thank them for raising us to grow up healthily, and thank them for letting us get all the beautiful things in this world.
What is kinship? Family is an umbrella in the storm, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Family is a lamp in the dark; Find the way forward for us; Affection is a fire in cold weather, which drives away the cold for us; My family was still a comforting word when I failed, which helped me find myself again.
I remember a rainy day this year, which happened to be the day when the final exam results were announced. Maybe I was careless in the exam, or maybe I didn't work hard at ordinary times. In short, I got 177 for the first time. I have no face to face my prospective father, and I can't face my mother who works hard for me every day. On the way home, tears poured down with the rain. I didn't have the courage to ring the doorbell at home, wandering in the rain and shivering. Suddenly, a familiar figure caught my eye. I can't control my feelings anymore. I ran over and hugged my mother tightly. My mother wiped the rain from my forehead and firmly said to me, "Look at success or failure, life is heroic, just start all over again!" " After listening to my mother's words, my tears poured out again. As the saying goes, knowing a child is like a mother. At this moment, I discovered that my mother knows me so well, understands me, supports me and loves me. I have no reason not to cheer up. I dried my tears again and said to my mother word for word: "mom, believe in your daughter, she must be the best!" " "
Another time happened in senior one. I remember it was on Monday morning. My mother asked me to put on more clothes and don't forget to bring an umbrella. But I looked at the sunny weather and said I didn't want to wear a clothes rack. I also complained to my mother. You made me wear a jacket on a hot day, which made me hot. I went to school without even looking at my jacket and umbrella. However, the weather is unpredictable. By the fourth class, the sky was overcast. The sky is as black as night. I feel terrible. If I knew, I would listen to my mother. I don't know why, but I suddenly felt the biting wind, and my teeth trembled with cold. Seeing other people's parents coming to pick up their children, I thought my mother might not come! But just when I was disheartened, I saw a familiar figure. Ah, why did you come to see me, mom? She said a lot, but I didn't listen to a word. When I saw the white hair on my mother's temple and the wrinkles on her face, I suddenly had an unspeakable feeling. My mother gave me her black hair, leaving only gray temples. Mother gave me another straight waist pole, leaving only their curved backs; My mother also gave me a beautiful face. ..... aren't these family members? Isn't it all my parents' feelings for me?
Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage. Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!