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Unforgettable affection There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the golden goldfish …

I remember when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year. My classmates were talking about the beauty of spring happily, but I felt bad. Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found my mother's eyes were black and her silver hair was a little more. ...

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.

The power of emotion

One Sunday morning, I finished my homework and felt bored, so I asked my brother to play computer games with me. At the beginning, he seriously suggested to me: "Let's play a game and don't cheat!" I readily agreed.

Then, after my brother played a game, it was my turn. I probably don't think I have the cells to play games. Seeing that I was bored, I went outside to play. As expected, he was defeated in a short time. I was about to play another game when I remembered my agreement with my brother. I didn't think it was appropriate, so I shouted, "Brother, I played a game. Come in! " "There is no response. I called several times, but my brother didn't come in. " Hey, don't fight for nothing, let's play a few more games! "I said to myself. Just as I was having fun, my brother came in and saw that I was still playing. He said angrily, "why are you still playing?" Do you play much? " "yes! "I didn't notice that he was angry. Suddenly, he called me names and I called him back. Not long after we swore at each other, he swore an ugly sentence, "You …" I was so angry that I couldn't help but burst into tears: "How can I have a younger brother like you? "When he saw me crying, he felt guilty and dared not say anything. I turned and ran away.

I threw myself on the bed and kept crying. Isn't it just to play games? Do you need this? I called him, but he was playing outside and didn't come in! On second thought, I was also at fault. I won't do this after a game! Thought of here, I have some regrets.

When it was time for lunch, my mother asked me to go downstairs for dinner. I have to dry my tears. My mother is the only one in the kitchen. She saw me and inexplicably asked, "Why are you crying?" "Where is it?" Mom smiled. "Your face is full of tears. The most obvious thing is that it turns red when you cry. Isn't your nose red now What's wrong? " I didn't expect my mother to know me so well, and I didn't say anything. I told the truth under my mother's repeated questioning. Mother was not angry and said kindly, "It doesn't matter. Family harmony is most important. You and your brother must apologize to each other. Come on, let's go find my brother. " My brother is coming. He knew what was going on and cried. Mother said, "All right! You are quick to apologize to each other! " "Sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the game." "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't scold you." "It doesn't matter!" In this way, a "family storm" subsided.

It was the strength of family that resolved the misunderstanding between my brother and me. Mom is right, family harmony is the most important thing. How painful it is to have no affection! We should cherish it.

the song in love

I remember Boccaccio of Italy said that friendship is the most sacred thing. I don't think so. The most selfless and precious thing in the world is affection, which is much more important than friendship, and the affection between people is even more unique.

In the world, there are all kinds of people and everything will happen, but the only constant is affection, which is the love of parents for their children. This reminds me of an article I once read. The story happened in a fire in Daxing 'anling. A mother bird sent her child under a tree to protect her child. Although the mother bird was burned alive, her baby survived.

Around us, parents love their children everywhere. Parents face us with a selfless feeling. They are willing to go hungry and want us to eat and wear warm clothes. Some people may say that I am an orphan. Without parents, where can I get affection? But the assistance you received in the orphanage as a child was not full of affection, was it? Therefore, in the eyes of many people, family ties are as heavy as a thousand. But now some people think that family ties are worthless. I was surprised to find that many children do not cherish the fruits of their parents' labor more and more, and often only regard their parents as inexhaustible wealth. No matter how earnestly parents nag, they always turn a blind eye as if it had nothing to do with themselves. Children in the neighborhood have conflicts with their parents every day. Only when he is bullied by other children will he think of his parents. I also read a magazine about an old man in his seventies who couldn't even get in the door of his children's house, let alone have a meal there. These things that have never been heard before seem to be commonplace now.

Filial piety is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Confucianism once said that filial piety is the first; Reader magazine also reported that raising children is the instinct of all animals in the world, and only human beings know how to honor their parents. Should we also give up this virtue that only we humans have in all things? Will it also disappear from our generation? No, we must never give up, we must praise our family! Otherwise, how can you claim to be the spirit of all things?

Feel feelings

"Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge ..." I don't know who gently snorted and pulled me back from my thoughts. Waipoqiao, Waipoqiao, grandma must be looking at me again. In front of my eyes, it seems that she is leaning against her short figure, standing on the high threshold and leaning on the door on tiptoe. At this time, a deep affection, such as the warm sunshine in spring, spilled into my heart and made me feel extremely happy.

My grandmother is a loyal Jesuit. Every night, she always finished her meal early, knelt on the hard bed as usual, and led me to pray together. Because I was young, my grandmother was afraid that I couldn't stand kneeling on a too hard bed, so she found a cotton bag to cushion me. Grandma has never been to school in her life, but her way of praying is really unique, which can be called "methodical". Every time I say a word, I always add an "Amen" at the end. I have no idea what it means, and I don't think grandma understands it very well either. I just think it's fun to resonate with her. Every day, she will pray for her children and grandchildren one by one: I hope this is healthy and safe, and I wish everything well; Of course, there are also many words of praise for Jesus. Then there is singing, these songs, grandma will hum a few words from time to time. Many times, when I was tired of kneeling, I stole a look at her, but she was still kneeling. Thinking of grandma's leg illness for many years, I'm really worried that grandma can't bear it. So I asked, "Grandma, are you tired?" She struggled to raise her head: "Don't cross it, or it will be invalid." I stared at her in disbelief. Her eyes were wide open, full of firmness and piety. I had to stop talking and stare at the cotton bag.

As I grow older, I gradually understand that praying to Jesus is superstitious and there is no savior at all. So, I began to publicize to my grandmother: this is a superstitious practice and extremely unscientific. Her mouth is flat, her old face seems to have tears in her cloudy eyes. She seems offended. Yes, relatives and friends don't believe this at all. Now even I, who prayed with her since I was a child, have begun to doubt and alienate her. She trembled and said, "Who said that? A sincere person will definitely impress the savior! "

I won't argue with my grandmother anymore. Maybe she has a point. "If you are sincere, the stone will open." . The old man meant no harm. Prayer became her comfort, her pillar and her sustenance!

Recalling these, I also remembered the brown seeds that my grandmother specially sent from my mother the other day. The fragrance that wafts from time to time makes me cry. So, I couldn't help singing a poem:

Grandma made zongzi herself,

Travel thousands of miles,

Fall on my dining table;

A wisp of fragrance,

Full of love.

I opened the zongzi,

Seeing the ripe and fragrant rice grains,

Flashing with the expectations of relatives;

A sad, choking heart.

I munched on zongzi,

Two lines of tears,

Burn one's hands ...

Choose for yourself and see which one suits you.

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. When I opened it, it turned out to be a pile of money from 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.

Respondent: Su Fende-Tong Jinshi was born in the seventh grade 10-27 12:57.

Affection, friendship and love

Feelings, friendship and love are three different parts of the tree of life. Without any of these feelings, the deformity of life will be obvious and unimaginable.