600 words of family composition in junior one.

I remember when I was a child, my family was very poor, and a family of seven lived on my father's meager salary. But the optimistic father was not overwhelmed by the poverty in life and the pressure at work. In my impression, my father always wears a bright smile, wears a funny hat on his bald head and holds an English cane in his hand. He told us that he looked very young and had a Yulong pipe in his mouth that he could never leave. It is said that this pipe is a family heirloom handed down from the Song Dynasty. My father liked it very much and once told me that even if he was poor enough to beg, he would not sell it.

Every time my father comes off work, he will bring some small gifts to our five children. When he entered the house, he smiled and threw his briefcase to his mother, gave us a loud whistle and said, "Come on, children, guess what I brought you today." We rushed to our father screaming for presents. Father seems to like watching us in a hurry and teasing us with great interest. At this time, we will invariably trip my father to the ground, and then run to the back of the house with a "victory product" to share, making my father laugh out of breath. Therefore, waiting for dad to get off work every day is the greatest pleasure of our childhood.

I am the eldest son. My father is stricter with me than my younger brothers and sisters, but he never scolds me. Even if I mess up his papers sometimes, he just smiles and says something to me. I didn't see my father's smile until his company was going to lay off a large number of employees, his father was in danger of being fired and his family was too poor to open the pot.

In order to borrow money, my father ran back and forth and looked at his white hair when he was 8 years old. Oh, he was so distressed that he decided to skip class and work as a child laborer in the factory. Every day I go to school with my schoolbag on my back as usual, and come back dirty and tired at night. When I came home happily with my first month's salary, I found my father sitting in a chair with a livid face, and my mother and younger siblings looked at me in horror. Father came over and asked, "Tell me, where did you go today?" I suddenly felt bad, and then I saw a letter from school on my desk. I'm thinking about whether I should tell my father. Bang, I was dizzy, my eyes were full of Venus, and my nose was bleeding in an instant. "God, what have you done!" Mother ran to me and wiped my nose with her sleeve. My father shouted at me, "Go away, go far away, we don't want to be the black sheep." I worked hard to pay for your school, hoping you could give me a break, but you skipped school and went crazy. You ... you shouted that I was disappointed. " A burst of injustice welled up in my heart, and I cried, "I didn't go out crazy, nor was I the black sheep." I love you and can't bear to see you fall, so I go out to work to help you maintain this family. " Here you are. This is my first month's salary. "I threw money on the ground and coins floated around the room. My father stood there for a while and walked slowly towards me. Fear made me flinch. Suddenly he hugged me and said hoarsely. " Sorry, sorry, my son. This is my fault. I shouldn't have hit you without asking. "Looking at my father's tears, I was flustered. ...

Three years later, I finally came to the university with the first total score. That day, my father cried with the admission notice. He cried and laughed, ran to his neighbor's house like crazy, and said proudly, "Look, my son has been admitted to college." Neighbors congratulated him. I saw a long-lost smile on my father's face.

It's the day of school in a blink of an eye, but the tuition problem that comes with it is bothering us. On this day, my father braved the light rain and came back from outside. He patted the beads on his body, went over and took out a pack of things from his arms. I opened it and found a pile of money, ***200 yuan. I was shocked, because at that time, 200 yuan was already a big number. "Where did you get so much money?" I asked. Father's face changed, and he said in a panic, "This ... this is nothing to you. Study hard at college and don't embarrass your father. " I took the money in the chaos. I was suddenly surprised and shouted, "Dad, where's your pipe?" It turns out that my father's beloved heirloom, the precious Yulong pipe left by my great grandfather, is not in his hands at the moment. My father smiled awkwardly, patted me on the shoulder and said, "Son, what is a small pipe?" I have nothing to answer, tears have already filled my eyes. After graduating from college, I found a small job in a company. 10 years later, he was promoted to the general manager of this company, and his paternal line was already in his twilight years. On my father's eightieth birthday, I hurried home in the rain, and I heard my father's hearty laughter without entering the door. I pushed open the familiar door; "Aha, you are late for my birthday. Come on, let's drink three cups. " Father shouted happily. I went over to hug my father and whispered in his ear. "Happy birthday!" Say that finish, I handed the gift wrapped in colored paper. "What surprises did you give me this year?" "Open it and have a look!" My father glared at me and smiled and said, "You only know the difference." He opened the colored paper and then slowly opened the box. I looked at my father excitedly, only to see his hands shaking and his eyes filled with tears. Mother cast a curious glance: "God, that's impossible. Is this not your Yulong pipe? " My father looked up at me with tears in his eyes. I said, "I've been looking for this pipe for five years, and I just found it this year. Now I give it back to you and tell you that I love you, father; Thank you for everything you have done for me. " My father didn't say anything, but held me for a long time.

Now, my father has passed away, and the pipe has returned to my hands and walked with me.

B

I saw Zhu Ziqing's back when I was very young, perhaps because I was still young, and I couldn't really understand what my father's back left for Zhu Ziqing. I just feel a little sour and astringent. When I grew up, one thing made me understand Zhu Ziqing's endless and inexplicable feelings, and that was his mother's back. ...

The window of the classroom has been covered with a layer of "white snow", and several boring boys draw pictures on it with their hands. Based on this, I can already guess the temperature outside the house. I shook my head, suddenly put some homework into my bag and trotted out. ...

Riding a bike, I can't help but shrink my neck again. "It's really evil in the cold." I beeped while riding my bike. I have been in a bad mood since I handed out the test paper in the morning. There is a great contrast between my usual good grades and this time, and the teacher has talked about it over and over again. It was really … this morning, but fortunately, when I went home for dinner at noon, I could still eat my mother's cooking and tell my mother that I was angry with her. This is the most important thing for me.

Lock the car, always want to smell what my mother cooked today, but strangely, there is no smell of food in the building today, but I am in no hurry, my mother must wait for me at home! Accompanied by my mother, the door was opened. Strangely, the smell of food at home always wafts over, but not today. I called "Mom, Mom" several times. To my surprise, my mother is not at home! I suddenly sat on the sofa, in a bad mood. Originally, I was only looking forward to telling my mother and complaining, but … tears could not help but fall, as if I could not control myself. As time goes by, I should have come long ago, but until now, I am completely disappointed. I dried my tears and went out. The door was opened. I saw her unhurriedly brushing her hair, looked up and saw me. She quickly said, "Qian Qian, mom came back late, and there was a traffic jam on the road. Listen, I'm cooking for you now. Wait ... "I looked up. I didn't know what a terrible expression I was staring at my mother. There seems to be only anger in my heart. I didn't wait for my mother.

The first class in the afternoon, it seems colder outside. I didn't eat at noon, and my stomach began to growl. Really cold and hungry. I began to feel a little too much at noon. It's not really my mother's fault. I was thinking, "Hey, your mother is waiting for you downstairs! Go quickly! " A classmate shouted at me. Is it true?/You don't say. God, it's so cold outside. I rushed out. Sure enough, it's still the familiar figure. I went over to say "I'm sorry" to my mother. Before I could say anything, she took out a box from her bag and said, "Qian Qian, it's my mother's fault that you didn't come back in time at noon and made you hungry, so I did it quickly." Let's go "In an instant, my heart seems to have knocked over the five-flavored bottle, which smells everything, but it is more self-reproach and self-reproach. Looking up, I noticed that my mother's hands were red and purple with cold, and she didn't even wear gloves, and her face was flushed by the wind. The traces of years climbed on her forehead, and my tears flowed down again. I didn't let my mother see it, trying to cover it up. My mother smiled and said, "Go! The food doesn't taste good when it is cold! I'm leaving! " I didn't look up, just said "hmm". When I looked up again, my mother had already gone away, leaving only my back. The back seems to have many meanings, but more is my mother's love for me. I stood in the wind for a long time with tears in my eyes and thought a lot. ...

C

Silent wind, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.

..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

Every time, there is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

I always put a sharpened pencil on the desk the morning before every exam. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

……

Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

Mother and son (Susan Wang, Grade 2, Haigang Middle School)

Family, an eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that accompanied us through every unforgettable day and wrote our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression. It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are just separated by a gorge, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because affection is bound to be a reunion of mother and son.

Love my son deeply, eager to feed back (Tangshan Haigang Middle School is quiet)

There is true love in the world and there is true love in the world. In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely.

Everyone said that the father loves mountains, the mother's love is like water, the mother's love is gentle and sincere, the father loves mountains and rivers, and the mountains and rivers set each other off, playing a cheerful love song.

In a report, a story was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties to residents here. In the rescue of the rescue team, I overheard the baby crying, but found in the ruins that the young couple were carrying heavy objects with their own bodies, while the child among them was safe and sound, and a pair of parents made a love choice between life and death. Faced with such a choice, I think parents all over the world will choose surprisingly consistently, just because it is their child, and blood is thicker than water.

Landscape breeds civilization. We should protect the landscape environment. So what should we do about maternal love and fatherly love that is deeper than water and higher than mountains? A 65-year-old mother unfortunately suffered from uremia and was ill in bed. As a son, he witnessed his elderly mother groaning in the hospital bed. At the moment when his mother's eyes collided with his own, he was heartbroken and decided to donate a kidney to his mother. "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." What day did Shi Guo answer with action? He used love to make his mother's fragile body rock solid, and he used sincerity to give the greatest comfort to all mothers in the world.

Love our children deeply, care for them, it is deep love that brings the warmth of the family, and it is sincere action that writes about social harmony. Looking at the family is like a lamp, which quietly illuminates every corner of our lives, while the family is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings infinite spring.

This is the family, so unpretentious, this is the family, so unforgettable.

Affection, flowers, fragrance overflowing, soaking people's hearts and spleen; Family, crystal dew, beautiful and pure, lovable; Family, bright moon, elegant and quiet, soft and attractive!

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.

Foxes also have touching feelings.

A few days ago, Masataro's maid caught a little fox from the mountains. Little fox doesn't eat or drink, which is very pitiful. In order to save the little fox, two old foxes gnawed at chains and stakes and made nests under the floor. It's really hard and indomitable. The fox's love finally touched Masataro, so he returned to the fox from Mr. An Tian's ranch, where he took it away and put it back in the valley with his father. This is what happened after the fox was put back into the valley-

The little fox just ran out of a dozen meters away, and the old fox came running together from nowhere, jumping around the little fox happily, and then swishing to the depths of the forest together.

Deep in the forest, the fox family stopped slowly. The necks of two old foxes and little foxes are tightly intertwined. The old fox turned around, stuck out his tongue and licked the little fox's cheek, and slowly combed the little fox's short body hair with his front paws.

Mother Fox said, "Son, today is a day worth celebrating." Seeing that you are so thin, mother must mend your body well. Father Fox said, "You two go home first, and I'll catch some pheasants for us." . "Say that finish and disappeared in the depths of the forest.

Fox and his mother went back to the cave, and the mother and son enjoyed the pain of parting. Mother fox said, "son, mom and dad are really desperate." Anyway, we can't deal with the damn chain and the damn big stake. " Fox said, "Mom, that child named Masataro is really nice. If it weren't for him, I would have let that moustached An Tian drink it. " Mother fox said, "yes, that child is really kind." When adults are not at home, he secretly sends us food and milk. " . Be sure to repay him well sometime! "

There was an explosion at the mouth of the cave. Father Fox is back. He has brought back three pheasants. The little fox swooped down on one and wolfed it down. Father fox said, "son, eat slowly and don't choke." Dad will catch more. " Say that finish, he walked out of the cave briskly. At this time, mother fox has cleared up the dining table and set the tables. She will wait for father fox to come back, and the whole family will have a good celebration.

Father fox is back. He brought back two pheasants and a wild duck. The family sat around the dining table happily, eating and drinking.

The moon climbed the treetops with abundant food and wine. Two old foxes came to the mouth of the cave, held the little fox tightly in their arms, looked at the stars all over the sky, told their parting thoughts, and fell asleep slowly.

A few days later, father fox took little fox to hunt in the mountains. They chased a wild rabbit out of the jungle and came to an empty grand canyon. Suddenly, they heard a child crying. I looked up and saw a wild dog chasing a little boy and tearing there. The little boy clung to the cloth bag in his arms, his trousers were torn and his legs were bitten by wild dogs.

"Isn't this Masataro?" Fox was the first person to recognize it. "It's him, it's him!" The old fox said firmly. "Son, we want to save him! I'll deal with it here first, and you should hurry back and adjust the troops. " Say that finish, the old fox a strange call, the ruling and opposition dogs swooped down. The little fox soon disappeared into the Woods.

This wild dog is amazing! In the first round, the old fox was bitten by it. When the old fox saw the reckless failure, he slowly retreated and led the wild dog to the cliff. When the wild dog chased the old fox to the edge of the cliff, the fox turned around and pushed the wild dog off the cliff with all his strength.

Masataro was saved. When he recognized that it was Fox's father, he burst into tears. It turned out that it was looking for the little fox. In the cloth bag tightly held in his arms, he specially brought bacon and ham sausage for the little fox. At this moment, Little Fox and his mother came with a group of foxes. They quickly bandaged the wounds of Masataro and Father Fox. Fox also collected a lot of hemostatic herbs and applied them to the wounds of Masataro and his father. Mother Fox patted the dirt on Masataro with her claws and slowly licked the blood on his leg with her tongue. Fox stood up, put two small paws on Masataro's shoulder, and slowly licked the tears off his face.

The sun is going down soon. The Fox family escorted Masataro down the hill. Although Masataro and Father Fox are both lame, everyone is happy. Masataro watched the fox grow taller and fatter every day under the care of his parents, and he felt indescribable joy in his heart. Seeing that Masataro was in danger, the Fox family were very happy to save the day with the efforts of Father Fox. Everyone was talking and laughing, and soon they arrived at Masataro's door. Although everyone said goodbye silently, they became friends forever.

I hope I can improve a little! thank you