Chapter 1: The happiness of family is unexpected, and people are doomed to misfortune.
Last winter, my family was involved in a car accident. It was a rainy night. My mother and I were sitting on my father's motorcycle and driving on the way home. There is a bus ahead. Suddenly, the bus braked suddenly, and dad didn't have time to brake, so he rear-ended it. Dad was unconscious on the roadside. I picked him up and said, "Dad, you can't have anything! You can't leave us! " But dad didn't say a word. Facing my comatose dad, the happy memories I spent with him are replayed in my mind like a movie. These happy times I spent with him are unforgettable. What impressed me the most was that our family went to pick watermelons in the responsibility field of Lille's father's unit.
At that time, our family of three often went to Gua Tian to play. Once, my family went to Gua Tian to play together. It was summer and it was very hot. Uncle Guan Nong took out some watermelons and cut them for us to eat. Wow! The dark green melon is wrapped in a crimson ladle with black seeds in the middle. How tempting! I ate five or six pieces at a time, which made me burp. After eating watermelon, I decided to go out and have a look at the endless watermelon fields. It's really refreshing, breathing the fresh air in the wild, and the whole person is completely new. After walking for a while, I was immersed in the breath of nature, and "plop", I fell into a ditch next to Gua Tian and was soaked to the skin. My parents and uncle Guan Nong couldn't help laughing when they looked at me in a mess …
I hugged my father tightly. Although he was only in a coma for a few minutes, it seemed like five years to me. "Son, are you all right!" Watching my father care about me so much, tears welled up in my eyes again. Our father and son were rushed to the hospital.
My mother takes care of our father and son. I don't like the food outside, so she goes home to cook. My father often comes to see me from the ward. Mom and Dad, you have given me so much love that I can't repay it all my life.
Mom and dad, your love for me is like the sea, and I am like a fish in the sea, surrounded by your love all the time; Your love is like gasoline, and I am like a car, which will always be my motivation.
A family can be poor or poor, but it can't lose the most precious thing in the world-that is affection!
Chapter 2: The affection on the road of life has gone through the course of 15 years old, and now looking back, the memory still exists. It has happiness, pain, warmth and cold ... but the warmth is the most real, and it guards my growth like a guardian angel.
Last two weeks, I took part in a math contest. This day came suddenly. I don't know after 12. On the way back to school, I was anxious and hungry, and my stomach was growling. I thought to myself: My parents will be worried to death now. How can I explain it when I get home? I really hope to drive faster, but the bus is already fast because the driver is in a hurry. Looking at the scenery outside is boring, and I have expectations in my heart. As soon as I got to the school gate, I hurried out of the car, but the car also punished me. I accidentally hit the roof of the car and killed me. I stroked my head angrily. I looked forward, and I was very surprised. I wiped my eyes feebly and widened my eyes. It was a short, dark shadow. Oh, it's dad. I walked over excitedly and said, "Dad, I came home late for the exam today." Dad frowned and relaxed, his eyes full of complicated feelings. His face became serious at once and he said loudly, "You really didn't call home when you got home late. You are so anxious that your mother and I are running around. It is unnatural to be old. " I bowed my head sadly and had nothing to say, because this time I worried my parents again. I suddenly looked up and narrowed my eyes at the fierce sunshine. Under its refraction, I found a bean-like sweat on my father's forehead, which was slowly slipping down. I don't know if there are thousands of ants biting my father on his way to find me. My heart ached and tears swirled in my eyes.
By the time I got home, my mother had served the rice and waited for me to come back. I quickly sat down and wolfed down. My mother sat next to me and told me to eat slowly and not to worry.
Family relations in this world are unique. It is accompanied by our growth in silence and obscurity. I hope you can pay close attention. It dotted the earth like a piece of green grass. It is like a humble wild flower on the roadside. It gives off a unique fragrance. Although humble, it is everywhere in our lives, as long as we find it with our heart.
In the photos of my childhood, I especially like to look at these photos-I learned to sit in bed for six months, and my mother squatted behind the bed without showing up, but her two hands supporting my waist stayed in the photos; Almost one year old, toddler. My legs are weak and my hands can't be stretched out. It was my mother who bent down to face me and stretched out her arms to prevent me from falling. I rode on my father's broad shoulders and happily went shopping with him ... These photos filled the gaps in my memory and reminded me of the happiness and warmth brought by my family.
As I grew older, my family always accompanied me. Last year, my parents persuaded me to learn erhu in my spare time. I was very happy at first, but after only two months of study, I felt bored and timidly told my parents that I didn't want to learn. After discussion, they said whether to learn. The aunts asked, "Why doesn't your daughter learn erhu? This is not equal to paying tuition fees for nothing. " Mom said, "The key to an interest class is to be interested. If you are not interested in doing the basics, it is useless to learn reluctantly. How can a cow be stubborn without drinking water? "
When the holiday started, my parents made a timetable for me: in addition to doing some homework, I also have the freedom to read, exercise, social investigation, watch TV and play computer ... which left a lot of room for my own activities. I am very satisfied. I really know women like my parents. I can't help shouting "Yeah" in imitation of Li Yong's actions. Mom and dad laughed, and I laughed, too.
Adults often say that a mother's love is like water and a father's love is like a mountain, which reminds me of the mother who gave everything and even her heart to her children. Oh, poor bear the wind!
I think: in daily life, although some scenes are very ordinary and inconspicuous, if you carefully taste and chew, you can see that all of them are filled with family care and love, and all of them are filled with parents' care and dedication to their children.
Time flies like a sword. I grow up day by day, and my parents will grow old year by year. I can't just be a child who takes care of my family. I think families should be interactive. I want to be grateful, grateful and grateful. Which poem will I remember: But how much love there is in an inch of grass, and I get three spring flowers. ...
Oh, it's still a long way. May family be with you forever.
Article 4: Fly the family kite. At this moment, I can't help thinking of my grandfather and the kite he put in the clouds.
Grandpa is tall and thin, his eyes are often narrowed with laughter, and his gray hair is mixed with a few strands of black hair, which is very vicissitudes. His right hand is strong, but his left arm has been completely amputated and supported by a crutch that has followed his grandfather for many years. I lost this arm and I never found the answer. Only once, he mentioned it by chance and said to me with a smile, "In War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, in order to protect the safety of the whole village, I had to use myself as bait to lure the devils into the mountains. I didn't expect God to pity me and take my left arm away, leaving me dying. " But when I finished laughing, I felt very sad. My heart always seems to be covered with a mass of black fog, but my heart is more about admiration and respect for my grandfather.
However, what impressed me the most was the scene where Grandpa took a group of our children to fly kites on the grass.
Grandpa leaned on crutches and freed his right hand to catch a kite. When a gust of wind blew, he shouted "let go" and he kept letting go of the thread in his hand. The child ran quickly with a kite to his grandfather who was inconvenient to run. The kite flies higher and higher under grandpa's hand, and the smile on grandpa's face is getting brighter and brighter. Grandpa's homemade paper tiger kite flew angrily into the clouds. Grandpa looked up at the sky and watched the bright yellow tiger soaring in the wind. Grandpa said earnestly, "I hope you are as fearless and fearless as this tiger." I suddenly made a vow in my heart: when I grow up, I will learn from my grandfather and fight for my motherland!
It has been two years since my grandfather died. If he were still alive, he would strictly supervise my study and teach me how to make kites. However, he has left me and watched my actions in heaven. That unique kite is regarded as a treasure by me. Every time I look at that affectionate kite, I think of my grandfather's tall figure on crutches.
Chapter 5: What remains unchanged is affection. I still remember when I was a child, I was the apple of my parents' eye. I'm afraid of falling into my hand and putting it in my mouth. It was like I was in a honey pot. I often say, "Mom and Dad love me so much."
Slowly, I am getting older and older, and I find that my parents don't seem to love me anymore.
I remember that year when I was 1 1 years old. I cried a lot on the day I entered 1 1. Why? After getting up that morning, there was no one at home. I thought my mother was on a business trip and would be back soon. I washed my face, brushed my teeth and sat on the sofa watching TV. I looked up inadvertently, and the clock on the wall was almost seven o'clock! "Oh, I'm going to be late for school!" I gave a cry. Then I picked up my schoolbag and ran to school. On the way, my stomach growled and I forgot so much. By the time we got to school, the school gate had been closed. Think again: today seems to be Saturday. I trudged back again, afraid that my mother would not see me in a hurry when she got home. She came home, my mother hasn't come back yet, and my stomach is starving! I can't help it I can only go to the kitchen to find food. Open the lid, but there is no steamed bread at all! I grabbed the rice and put it in the pot, ready to cook for myself. I used to watch my mother do it, but I have never done it myself. I wonder if I can do it well. I turned on the gas stove and burned it for about twenty minutes. Smelling the delicious rice, I took a bowl to prepare for dinner. Open the pot and see what rice it is. There is no soup at all. When I looked at the rice again, everything below was burnt. Just try it. It tastes bitter. I endure eating rice. After eating, mom hasn't come back yet. I am in a hurry. I called my mother immediately, and the voice "Sorry, the number you dialed is not answered at the moment" came from the other end of the phone. I am getting more and more anxious. I'm afraid something will happen to my mother. I'm afraid that my mother won't want me. I was in tears. I waited and waited. My mother finally came back. My mother is unhappy. I asked her what was wrong, but she ignored me. Since then, my parents have never been angry with me. Later, my adolescence came, and my rebellious attitude became stronger and stronger. I don't listen to them. I don't think my parents love me anymore. I don't need my mother to wash my clothes, my father to cook for me, and I never need them to accompany me. I found that the feelings between my parents and me are getting weaker and weaker. Until one day, I heard my mother say to my father, "Our daughter has a good self-care ability now, so don't be so cold to him in the future."
Suddenly. Tears welled up in my eyes. I knew my parents had never loved me, and everything they did was for my own good. Affection has always been there, neither increasing nor decreasing, but I have always ignored it!
It was bitterly cold, and I walked alone on the country road. The cold wind blowing on my face made me shudder, and a sour smell came to my mind, and two lines of tears slipped down my cheeks.
Ah! A scream broke the silence because it was too cold. I don't want to leave my nest at eight o'clock in the morning, because it is much warmer here than outside! However, time does not allow. My mother took out the spare key at home, quietly opened the door of my room, pulled me out of my nest without mercy and was taken out for breakfast. I said to my mother, "Mom, just let me sleep for a while. I glanced at my mother. " But mom turned a blind eye.
After breakfast, I went for a walk in the country road as usual and saw others playing with matchsticks. I bought a fire stick on a whim. However, because of this fire stick, tragedy happened. I was curious, so I put the matchstick in the firewood. Suddenly, when I looked back, all the neighbors in the village came to put out the fire. After a busy youth, every word of my mother pierced my heart like a needle. Somehow, unconsciously, tears flowed from the corner of my eyes, to my lips and to my heart. Dad saw this scene and said to his mother, "He didn't mean it. After all, she is a child and doesn't understand. You have to forgive others and forgive him. " I was shocked to hear my mother's silence. When I saw my father intercede for me, I instantly felt that my father was so kind and made me feel so great for the first time.
Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family ties will last forever. Blood is thicker than water, and roots and leaves are connected. Father has devoted all his efforts to us, but shouldn't we dedicate all our love to him? The phrase "Time and tide wait for no man" often lingers in our ears, and now we know how terrible "time" is. Time took away my father's tall body.
After reading the article "Ordinary Father", there is a sentence that has benefited me a lot. "My father wants to hold the stars and the moon for his daughter with his rough hands, but he can't. Father wants to comfort his daughter; Happiness; Warm but he can't, he can only have those hands to do what he can, and do everything he can for the people around the child. " Thinking of this, I can't help but marvel: "Family love is priceless, and father love is priceless."
Chapter 7: Blooming Family Flowers I have always been glad that I was born in this ordinary but loving family. The meticulous care of my family makes me feel from the bottom of my heart: happiness is as simple as that. My family sat around for dinner, talking and laughing. After dinner, I walked hand in hand in the moonlight. I got an excellent report card and the whole family was in a good mood. ...
In our family, there will be a few days of poverty every month, but no matter how hard and tired the days are, relatives will support each other and grit their teeth to get through it. For me, my father worked outside all the year round without regrets, my mother silently supported everything at home with her thin body, and even my underage brother left me so much delicious food ... This may be a small matter, but it is engraved in my heart.
Sometimes I really appreciate the pressure of life. Without it, the flowers at home would not bloom so big, so bright and so fragrant. ...
On New Year's Day, Dad said he wouldn't go home. Knowing this news, I was like being poured with cold water, from head to toe, cold to the bone marrow. Can a year without relatives be called reunion year? However, as in previous years, on the first day of New Year's Day, my mother still cheerfully cooked many delicious dishes, all of which I like to eat: fried meatballs, pumpkin pie and braised pork. These things were left by my father at the dinner table for me to eat, and the joyful scenes of previous festivals came to me like a flood.
Ding! The doorbell rang. who is it? I ran to open the door. The man standing in front of me surprised me: it's dad! He is darker and thinner than before, with a big burden on his back and round sweat running down his dark cheeks. Surprised and delighted, I quickly welcomed my father into the house. "Dad, you lied to me again!" I complained happily. "Ha ha, I won't dare next time, but I bought something good to make amends for my baby daughter!" After that, my father took out a book and waved it in front of me. I am ecstatic. This is my dream book! It turns out that dad still remembers. I don't know what is warm in my heart, and my nose is like soaking in a vinegar jar. I want to cry, but I still try my best to hold back. I can't cry.
At that moment, I really felt the fragrance of home flowers floating from our small home, which was very fragrant and warm. ...
Chapter 8: Family ties are like the stars and the moon. Some people say that children are angels with broken wings, and parents are responsible for repairing wings. Whether our parents will help us mend our wings or not, we should look at them with angel-like kindness, firmness and persistence. ...
Last Saturday, my mother and I went to participate in the public welfare activity of "Holding up tomorrow's sun together".
There, we played a little game: the students and parents present randomly combined and sat on the floor. First, parents will spend a minute and a half introducing themselves, what kind of people they are, what they like and don't like, and then students. My partner is an aunt. She said that she likes people who are warm and cheerful, but she doesn't like people who lie and feel inferior. She said that she had a son, but his son had some good face. When he got home, he didn't want to chat with his mother, and his aunt was very upset. Next, parents should share what they think is the happiest thing with their students, and others will be happy after listening. So the aunt told me what she thought was the happiest thing: her son was not very talkative. One day after class, all the students went out to play, and only his son stayed in the classroom. He made a very funny action on the platform, just as his classmates came back. Everyone can't believe that such a funny action was done by the aunt's son, and everyone laughed at him. When he got home, he said to his mother, "Mom, I made many friends today!" " "His mother was very happy to hear him say so. She said that no matter what the children are like, being a mother is always the best haven for children. I am very touched to hear that. Yes, no mother will love her children. Even if there are dark clouds overhead, mother will open a palm of sunshine for us.
I remember, there is such a lyric in the song "Father": "Thank you for doing it together, supporting our home with both hands and giving me the best forever …" Yes, my parents gave us the best life and waited for them for the rest of my life. No matter how hard it is, they never stop.
During the activity, we also played a little game: the child and his partner sat on the floor, holding hands together and closing their eyes. Think of your partner as your parents or children and feel the love from these hands. I touched my aunt's hand in front of me, just like touching my mother's hand. These hands are full of wrinkles and are no longer as smooth as when she was young. These hands wash and cook for us every day. It's hard work. As for us, we sit in class every day, eating ready-made food at home and wearing clean clothes. If you have nothing to do, you will make your mother angry. Is it because mom loves us that we can squander it at will? Touching these hands brought tears to my eyes. I really want to run to my mother, hug her tightly and say, "Mom, I love you!" " "Some love is so tiny that it can only be measured in milliliters. Even a milliliter of bottle is full of maternal love-a real affection I have never been close to.
Life can be as humble as an ant, but the light of family can be as bright as the stars and the moon. Now, let's understand our parents better and love them with the rest of our time. If they stay with us, life will be full of warmth and glory!