Senior high school entrance examination family score composition.

The sky came quietly to us, the spring breeze gently reddened the flowers, and the spring rain quietly moistened 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 hurried 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!" " "

From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat the parents spent and how many days and nights they knitted; From elementary school to junior high school, even to university, how many teachers have worked hard for him, silently dedicated light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others.

Gratitude is from the heart. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Whether you give your parents a cup of warm tea after they are tired, or give them a card on their birthday, or give them some greetings and comfort when they are lost, they often pour their efforts and energy into us. How can we remember their birthdays, understand their fatigue, and whether we are aware of the wisps of silver and wrinkles? Gratitude requires you to feel and return with your heart.

Gratitude is respect. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. Great men since ancient times have a grateful heart. Gratitude does not need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a call and a touch of emotion from you.

Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know how to ask for food and clothes. It seems that there is another isolated area, which makes us selfish, forgetting the parents' efforts and the sound of happiness. Learning to appreciate others is a kind of conscience and filial piety, because only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.

With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and life more fulfilling.

"Grateful heart, thank you ..." Whenever I hear this song, I always think of someone, the person who gave me life-my mother! And when I left home, I was most afraid to hear this song. At that time, I always felt a little sad, and my tears could not be controlled.

People often say: "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea!" "I feel maternal love like the sea, love like water, and tenderness; Motherly love is like a boat, which raises a confident sail for me, encourages and helps me reach the other side of happiness; A mother's love is like a shore, which is a harbor for her daughter to park after her heart is injured!

It has been fourteen years, and I have asked myself, "What love is eternal?" I couldn't find the answer until then, when I found the answer.

That day was an important day for me-I went to take the entrance exam! It's like I'm standing at the first crossroads in my life. The traffic around me is endless, and the green light is on after the red light ... this cycle, but my choice is only once, and there is no cycle. That morning, there was the sound of my mother preparing breakfast early in the kitchen. After getting up, I saw an umbrella, test equipment and breakfast on the table. Because my mother is not free today, she can't accompany me to the exam. She watched me walk out of the crossroads. On the way, we didn't talk, but in the hazy rain and fog, I still clearly saw the wrinkles on my mother's forehead and the dazzling white hair on her forehead ... When she got on the bus, she repeatedly told me, "Drop everything, study hard, regardless of the consequences, just try your best!" I nodded and got on the bus. I looked at the back of the car, and my mother was still standing at the intersection ... I didn't feel scared today, because I knew my mother was silently supporting me behind my back. Although she is not with me, I can still feel her concern and love for me, which is supported by love, so I am not afraid.

At this moment when everyone was full of hope, it was a bolt from the blue-I lost. What a blow this news is to me! I am afraid to hear the laughter of my classmates, as if they were laughing at me; I am afraid to touch the eyes of my relatives, as if there is a "why" in those eyes ... that time, I shed tears! When I was most helpless, you gave me comfort and encouragement-mom! You told me: "Who has failed in life?" Who didn't fall? It is important to know how to stand up again. Those who stand up again are heroes! "After listening to it, I didn't speak, but I was deeply moved and very clear: this is just a stumbling block on the long road of life, and it is insignificant for the broad future. However, because of my mother's support and encouragement, I didn't fall down-I did well in the graduation exam.

Mom, your love, like a lamp shining in the dark, led me to find the direction of this lost ship; Your love, like a shower in the desert, moistens my dry heart; Your love, like a ray of sunshine in a cold area, makes my desperate flowers see hope. ...

I finally understand that the greatest and most eternal love in the world is maternal love! I will cherish this selfless maternal love in my heart.

Although time has passed, maternal love is like a spring! I am deeply aware that:

Motherly love is eternal!

A real thing.

The ship of the years quietly rowed away, leaving a faint memory between the gaps of memory. On grandma's weather-beaten face, there are traces of years. ...

Grandma's life is very ordinary. She is not as great as Chairman Mao, as strong as Zhang Haidi and as famous as Andy Lau. But she passed on her most extraordinary love to future generations.

I can tell you that my childhood playmate was my grandmother. Because my parents were busy at work, I had to entrust my grandmother with me. Grandma is so happy! Push my car every day and take me to other places to "travel" and see the beautiful scenery. I'm still not satisfied, crying loudly. So my grandmother picked me up from the car and sang "Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby, go to sleep …" Somehow, I got tired of playing and really fell asleep.

At the same time, time is slowly passing. It will be two or three years in a flash. I am five or six years old. At this time, I no longer sat in the car crying loudly, nor was my grandmother singing me a lullaby, and I was more naughty, but my grandmother was still willing to drag her weak body to play with me. I play the slide for a while and swing for a while. Hungry, grandma bought me snacks; Thirst, grandma bought me a drink; I was tired, so my grandmother let me lie in her arms and fall asleep. In fact, I also clearly know that when I slept soundly, my grandmother must have shown the happiest smile.

Gradually, I grew up, no longer need grandma's meticulous care, I can play by myself. As a result, my parents drove my grandmother to my aunt's house. But I don't know how to say goodbye or thank my grandmother. Grandma has no complaints, and her favorite is her little granddaughter. When she left, she just shed tears of disappointment and sadness. ...

Now, I am really grown up, sensible, and gradually feel the pain of my grandmother. I began to blame myself, began to feel guilty, began to feel ashamed, began to complain, and hated myself for not understanding grandma's obvious love. So, I also gave my love to my grandmother.

From then on, every time I went to my aunt's house, I ran to my grandmother's bedroom first. I always wanted to see my grandmother before I met her. I felt very satisfied when I met my grandmother. Maybe I'm atoning for what I did wrong before! Don't! Don't! I really care about my grandmother and miss her. Every time I see grandma, she always lies in bed, because grandma is in poor health and has diseases such as high blood pressure and rheumatism. And when she saw me coming, she was always happy, as if she were not sick. Oh, I see. I am her medicine. Therefore, I often visit my grandmother, hoping that she will get better. But grandma didn't forget to give me something delicious to eat, hehe, so affectionate! Sometimes, I sit by my grandmother's bed and chat with her. We talked, talked, and talked about today's old saying. Very happy, like a pair of good friends While we were talking in full swing, my parents were always annoyed and insisted on pulling me back. I had to tell my grandmother that I owed her before: "Goodbye, grandma!" " "When I left, grandma got up quickly and stuffed the delicious food I usually kept into my hand. I couldn't refuse, so I accepted this deep family food. Then he said, "Grandma, go back to your room! Be careful of freezing! "Then I left my aunt's house with my parents. When I walked under the balcony of menstruation's house, my grandmother reached out and waved at me and shouted, "Goodbye, be sure to come often! """good grandma! Go back to your room and don't let yourself catch cold! "I responded. On the way home, my heart is always warm.

Here, I also want to say to my grandmother: "Thank you, Grandma, for bringing me up without any regrets!" " "

Father and mother

It seems that since childhood, most of the compositions involving family ties are about mothers, their gentleness, kindness and love. We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father.

A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions. When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under.

Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there. My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her deep love for her father.

Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss. This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me.

At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.

I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible. Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.

After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,

But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with grandma, dad asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That sense of humiliation weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me blankly and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you know our present situation, and we still need a lot of money after entering the university. There's nothing I can do.

Looking at my inarticulate father, I humbly told the truth, and suddenly felt infinite guilt, feeling that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father; At the same time, I have never hated and loved money as much as I did at that moment. While I hate its filth, I am determined to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, from two yuan sports lottery tickets to one hundred yuan welfare lottery tickets. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there with a pile of colorful papers in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

Once my father told me happily that he won a small prize, with a bonus of 100 yuan. He said he might win1800,000 next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow, or ... I suddenly feel that my father in front of me is strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, quit smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I think my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy in his unconscious.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

Father who is washing his face says his lips hurt. Maybe it's because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips split and blood was oozing from them. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me paint it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, there was pigment deposition in his skin, and his eyes were full of wrinkles. I always thought I was the father of the "afterlife", but I was really old, so suddenly, I was caught off guard. Thinking about these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable, demanding of him and never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and I have a dull pain. I can't say why.

When I was going out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if my lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that I had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that something suddenly wet on my face will be seen by my father.

On that day, I got a large amount of manuscript fee, plus a scholarship from the school, so I extravagant and went to a restaurant with my father. While drinking, father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house for his old age, preferably a high-rise building-he wants that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... ...

My father said something cheerfully. I cried in the dressing room on the pretext of getting some air. I can't say why, but maybe it's just out of pity. I pity my father and myself. Father said he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

Writing here, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's indifference and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father just came back with Xiao Qiao's tomb sweeping. He must pray silently in front of the grave, and Xiao Qiao's mother can bless Xiao Qiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought a small disc and is busy washing and cutting it in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard the gas turned on at home, the air smelled of happiness, even though I didn't have much money.