The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? "A kind of love, a kind of reluctance, a kind of love for your son;" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. This matter is old and difficult.
I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away. A kind of sadness, a kind of helplessness, a kind of missing the moon, which is already at sea and over the horizon. "
A kind of hope, a kind of lovesickness, a feeling of expectation. Affection, a gentle spring gushes from the heart and moistens the whole body, just like a crisp light rain moistening the earth and arousing a vibrant early spring.
Affection, although not as graceful as the beautiful flowers with red calyx all over the mountains, is not as magnificent as the waterfall that "flies down three thousands of feet", and it is not as earth-shattering and shocking as the giant thunder that "the god of thunder and lightning, the hills collapse and urge". But she is gentle as water and warm as spring, which brings unforgettable feelings to people.
There are stories of crows feeding back, lambs bowing down to their mothers' affection, and elves returning to their roots with fallen leaves. There is a very frank sentence: "I can't live without my grandmother, and my grandmother can't live without me for the rest of her life." The mother and son are more dependent on each other and can't waste the distance. "
There is also a heavy affection that makes me burst into tears. A mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and needed a kidney transplant.
Relatives at home are at a loss, and only her five-year-old daughter shoulders the heavy responsibility. At an early age, I sold flowers and fruits on the streets and trains just to earn money for my mother's kidney disease.
Nothing can stop her deep love for her mother. How strong and powerful is the will to bear the load in that young and thin body! Family is the warm spring breeze, which brings us the strength to forge ahead; Affection, that is, the vast blue sky, has brought us the open-mindedness of being lenient with others; Affection, that is, the lofty mountain, brings us the eternity of love.
Touched by family, intoxicated by family, infatuated with family. Hug your family and experience the true meaning of life.
Love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of maternal love.
When we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain that our mother loved. Because of the care of maternal love, our saplings thrive. Wind and rain are coming, setbacks are coming, and suffering is coming. Don't be afraid, because there will be maternal love to hold up a sunny day for us.
Do you remember that fairy tale that has been handed down for thousands of years? The mother watered the fruit tree with her own blood, so that her son would not starve to death after fainting. When the son woke up to find his mother, her mother had been buried in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountain turned blood red and dazzling.
The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station report, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire swallowed up the whole building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother ran in the raging fire with all her strength and finally rescued her daughter, while many others were buried in the fire. Later, according to accident experts, it takes three meters to run from mother's house to the outside, and it won't burn. Mother's speed actually broke the world record for long jump.
People are like this, so are animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love just because there is a baby antelope in your stomach? When the old cow in the desert cried and begged the pedestrian to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, wouldn't your heart be shocked by maternal love?
Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, which has made great people's amazing moves, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, enlightened scientists' keen wisdom and enriched our inner feelings. Motherly love is like the stars all over the sky, dotted and reflecting the hearts of each of us.
3. Write a family composition of 800 words each time. 800-word family composition
There is a feeling that deeply hurts us; There is a spirit that makes our hearts surge; There is a power that can help us through suffering; There is a yearning that makes our hearts clear. That's affection, fatherly love and maternal love.
Motherly love is a boat, carrying us from adolescence to maturity; Father's love is the sea, which gives us a happy harbor. Mother's love kindled hope in our hearts; Father's love swelled our sails. Those young and frivolous mistakes will inevitably be scarred. It's all a family who touch and lick the wound. Everyone in the world is immersed in incomparable affection; Everyone in the world is singing songs that secrete people's hearts and spleen for their families; Everyone in the world is attached to family; Everyone in the world longs for feelings as high as the sky and as deep as the sea. Throughout the ages, affection has been praised by many people and missed by many ordinary people. No one has ever explained how high and thick the family relationship is.
In every umbrella, there is always a mother and son walking slowly in the Three Gorges. After careful observation, I found that San always leans toward the child. Mother's figure, so weak in the rain, trembled and held an umbrella for her "heart", and her cold gums collided and refused to say a word. Not only mom but also dad. The father used his solid junior to resist all the snow, ice and rain for his children. They have no resentment, just pay silently. Use your limited life to open up a broad avenue of stars for children.
When you walk in the harbor at home, there is always a thin figure waiting. When you smile, she will be younger and brighter than you. When you do well in the exam, there will always be a pair of big hands stroking your head gently. She tells you that it doesn't matter, keep working hard and believe in yourself. "They make you the only one in life, the apple in your eyes.
Parents' love can't be described in words, but family affection, like a melodious flute, gently opens your heart, but you are relaxed and happy, sweetly intoxicated in it.
Family has a wonderful power; Affection is a topic that never fades. Affection is old wine, sweet and mellow; It is a famous painting handed down from ancient times, exquisite and meaningful; It is a classic old song, gentle and sincere; This is a precious silk, delicate and smooth. We don't have to compare with anything, and we don't have to make any changes. We just need to feel it with our hearts. It has a history of 1000 years, and that ancient and long-lasting love has been flowing with the long river of history. Silent love will accompany us all our lives, and we will realize the subtlety and subtlety of family ties. I believe that a family that never fades, like a touching myth, will be passed down from generation to generation, forever, forever.
4. Composition about Family 800 words Inscription for Junior High School Family is the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, simple but eternal; Affection is the flowing water of the Tigris River, soft but long; Family is the sunset in Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; Affection is an inscription in Mesopotamia, vague but meaningful. Affection, affection and affection transcend time and space, weaving a beautiful rainbow of life.
One night, I was lying on my desk, trying to write. The light in the opposite window went out and people fell asleep. Let me see my homework. Well, I can't do it unless I insist on it again! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back-it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a thick glass of milk. She said softly, "Daughter, it's almost 9 o'clock, and I'm still doing my homework! Drink up quickly, and go to bed early when you are finished! " Say that finish, mother turned and went downstairs to do housework. That cup of milk is still steaming, and the warm fragrance slowly flows into my heart. This is affection, which always brings me warmth when I need her most.
My second dad raised his palm, which seemed to accumulate all hope and anger. I closed my eyes and a tear fell from the corner of my eye-I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't contradict my father so much. I opened my eyes and there was no burning pain in my ears. I looked at my father in shock, the father who was angry but could not bear to do it. Father reluctantly put down his hand and gently spit out these words: "Let's go upstairs!" " "I know what my father means. He asked me to continue to work hard, to fight hard, to work hard, to get my grades back. I don't know why, but I was in tears. That silent love and hopeful heart is the deepest and most sincere affection!
I dragged my tired body downstairs and was about to wash my face, when a fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells good! I dreamily searched for the source of fragrance, but found my favorite-steamed bread in my mother's frozen red hand outside the door. As soon as she saw me, she shouted happily, "Ah Lu, come and eat steamed buns!" " "She jumped out of the car and sent the steamed stuffed bun to my hand. It turns out that my mother went to buy me steamed bread early in the morning. I took the steamed stuffed bun, and a warm current came to my mind. Family, like the smell of this steamed stuffed bun, is sweet but not bad!
Affection is a trickle, bringing sweet moisture to my heart; Affection is a ray of soft sunshine, which makes the frozen heart melt silently. Family is a quiet harbor, which makes my journey fatigue disappear.
The 800-word family composition day has quietly come to us. The spring wind gently blows red flowers, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?
Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we walked out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.
Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!
Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?
The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?
Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!
Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "
6. Family composition, 800 words fly by, but the overlapping memories can't be erased, as if they are vivid and wandering for thousands of years.
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In the evening, I dug up a photo of my childhood: a photo of my four years old, standing under a tree in my hometown yard, holding grapefruit in my arms. It reminds me of my childhood: there is a photo of Lao Huang hanging in the hall; The sticky rice steamed by grandpa in the festival is hairpin; The crystal-clear ancient well in the middle of the yard; Grandma cried to me before dinner. ...
My eyes were fixed on the curtains, and a door in my memory was left unlocked. I gradually approached, pushed open the door, looking for dreams and childhood memories.
When I was a child, the horse of light jumped behind me. I just started to learn to walk, and my grandfather held me with his hand, as if afraid that I would fall. Grandma cheered me on in front, and I jumped into her arms step by step. When I fell, my grandmother stood by me and cheered for me. I tried my best to lie on the ground, but my grandmother smiled at me and suggested that I get up by myself. I am learning to write, and my grandfather taught me to write "1, 2, 3 ..." Hand in hand. On the square paper, I left behind the hard work of my grandfather and me. On a rainy night, grandma carried me home. The muddy path made grandma's feet sink deeply, and her pants were wet with splashing mud. I lay on grandma's bent back with an umbrella. Grandma has come a long way. ...
My memory was awakened. I went through all the photo albums again and again, trying to find a photo with my grandparents. To my surprise, there are no photos except family photos. My grandparents took good care of me when I was a child. They have always loved me silently and asked for nothing in return. I can't help crying when I think of these scenes.
Who's that? Working hard in the field, doing housework from morning till night, shuttling through the muddy path of the ridge.
Who's that? Plant saplings on the mountain, cut wood and burn fire on the mountain, drive cattle and plow the field. They kept waving and smiling at me.
Every time I look at their short bodies, bronzed skin, deep wrinkles and silvery white hair, I am particularly moved and my eyes are moist again. They have worked hard all their lives, but I seldom visit them, only during the Spring Festival. I want to cry every time I think about it. I was moved by them and my family. I sobbed and gently shouted "Grandpa, Grandma". You can hear the distant granddaughter's affectionate call!
In the dim light, far away from the stone steps, there are two old people. ...
7.800 words of emotional composition emotion
Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family ties will last forever. Roots and leaves are connected, and blood is thicker than water. Everything in the world can be forgotten, but family can't.
I remember it was an afternoon in early summer three years ago. The pouring rain fell from the sky, and the cars, billboards and roadside buildings in the street were washed away by the rain.
After school, the rain is getting smaller and smaller, but there is water on the road. The teacher asked us to wait in line for our parents in the lobby of the teaching building. After a while, students were picked up by their parents. At this time, a big yellow car stopped at the school gate. "Whose parents will it be?" The door opened, "it's dad". My heart became excited when my twin brother shouted while holding the car.
My father has always been a tall and powerful good father in my mind. As long as my father is in my heart, I feel practical and secure, but he is too busy at work and has too few opportunities to be with us. I am so happy that he can pick us up today!
I saw my father get off the bus, greeted the teacher and led us on the bus.
On the way home, I saw the car chasing behind the "splash" and thought: what deep water!
Twenty or thirty meters away from home, the driver's uncle stopped the car and explained, "Sorry, the car can only drive here, the water inside is too deep." Dad handed the money to the driver's uncle and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, just these two steps." So, dad opened the car door, rolled up his sleeves and rolled up his trousers. First, one leg slowly leaned out and plunged into the mud. After touching the ground, the other leg slowly leaned out. After standing firm, he said, "You lie on my body with one shoulder on each side." After that, dad crouched down and we scrambled to climb up.
Hey! That's interesting.
Dad walked forward step by step, and the sound of "Hua La" accompanied him rhythmically. Suddenly, a cool breeze blew, and I sneezed and held my father tighter. Inadvertently, I bumped into my father's arm. Father's arm was covered with goose bumps, but he walked forward without saying a word. At this time, I turned to see my father, only to find that he had a few white hairs on his hair and a few shallow wrinkles in his eyes. Suddenly, I have an indescribable taste in my heart. My strong father has reached middle age. He worked hard for our two brothers and paid a lot for us! Although we are all students in Grade Three, in this weather, we will carry us on our backs for fear that we will catch cold ... But I took this as an interesting thing just now. Suddenly, I felt my ignorance, and I deeply blamed myself. ...
My father's back is so generous, and we two brothers lie tightly on his shoulders, listening to my father's thick breathing, and tears quietly fall from my face. ...
There are thousands of kinds of love in the world, only the father loves the most; There are ordinary feelings in the world, only family ties are the most eternal. I feel that affection has brought me too much. ...
8. Write an 800-word composition about "affection"
Family, a kind word, we are always bathed in the rain and dew of family.
Affection is the father's raised palm, trembling lips and angry face that hates iron and does not produce; Affection is mother's burning tears, gentle call, warm and comfortable embrace; Affection is a child's positive eyes, respectful language and a small gift. The ship of affection depends on the harbor of love, and the building of affection should be built on the cornerstone of love; The fountain of love should flow in the land of love, the stars of love should shine in the sky of love, and the flowers of love should bloom in the garden of love.
Perhaps, many people are either little emperors or little princesses at home, naked and unable to make ends meet. However, my parents firmly believe that flowers in greenhouses can't thrive. Therefore, I was seldom spoiled by my parents when I was a little princess. My parents are typical loving mothers in strict father.
I remember a few days ago, the math teacher went to study. The substitute teacher, Mr. Liu, gave lectures in a completely different way from what our math teacher said. Few people in the class could understand it, so I took the exam. Emotional bond
Family, a kind word, we are always bathed in the rain and dew of family.
Affection is the father's raised palm, trembling lips and angry face that hates iron and does not produce; Affection is mother's burning tears, gentle call, warm and comfortable embrace; Affection is a child's positive eyes, respectful language and a small gift. The ship of affection depends on the harbor of love, and the building of affection should be built on the cornerstone of love; The fountain of love should flow in love, the stars of love should shine in the sky of love, and the flowers of love should bloom in the garden of love.
Perhaps, many people are either little emperors or little princesses at home, naked and unable to make ends meet. However, my parents firmly believe that flowers in greenhouses can't thrive. Therefore, I was seldom spoiled by my parents when I was a little princess. My parents are typical loving mothers in strict father.
I remember a few days ago, the math teacher went to study. The substitute teacher, Mr. Liu, gave lectures in a completely different way from what our math teacher said. Few people in the class can understand it. I only got 60 points in the exam. The bright red 60 points stung my self-esteem, and I was about to collapse. I haven't been so low in math since primary school. Thought of here, my tears suddenly poured out. After coming home from school, I tried to dry my tears. At home, fortunately, my father hasn't come back yet. Take advantage of this for a while and eat quickly, so that my father won't ask me about my exam results. Who knows, the days are not satisfactory, when my father pushed the door and came in. I was at a loss and said, "Dad-he's back." Dad looked at me and made a big mistake. My mind was half read by him. Dad asked me seriously, "Did you take the exam?" "I took the exam." "How was the exam?" "-no," I said after a short silence. Then, my father asked me about my grades. I don't want to say anything, just let dad guess. He guessed 120. I slowly said it was half. At first, my father didn't believe me and said I lied to him. My mother also said that students who got full marks in the final math exam could get 60 points. I said casually, believe it or not, it's 60 points. When I turned around, tears poured out again.
That night, I thought a lot and always felt that I had failed my parents' expectations. When I think back to my parents' faces that hate iron and not produce, I feel unspeakable sadness in my heart. Is this a family? I thought the same thing.
Anyway, thank you family! Thanks to parents! Because it was my family that raised me and my parents taught me. It was my father's broad shoulders that lifted me from the abyss of failure, and my mother raised me with gentle hands.