Write a 200-word composition on the topic of family.

1. Write a 200-word composition on the topic of family. There is such a person-when you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. In return, you cried all night.

When you were 3 years old, she cooked for you lovingly. In return, you threw her cooking on the floor. When you were 5 years old, she bought you beautiful clothes. In return, you put on your clothes and went to a nearby mud pit to play.

When you were 9 years old, she gave you a lot of money to go to school. In return, you often miss classes and form many bad habits. When you 13 years old, she suggested that you get a haircut, but you said that she didn't know what a fashionable hairstyle was.

When you 14 years old, she paid you a month's camping fee, and you didn't call her. When you 15 years old, she came home and wanted to give you a hug, but you stuck the door on it.

One day, she was no longer young, her waist was no longer straight and her movements were no longer flexible. Who is she? She is a mother who has moved three times for her children to have a good learning environment. She is the mother of Meng Jiao's "She sews carefully, she makes up thoroughly, and she is afraid that the delay will make him go home late". She is the mother who teaches her son with grass. She stabbed her son's mother with "loyalty to the country". She is also a hard-working mother around us.

2. Write a 200-word composition on the topic of family. There is such a person-when you were 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you. In return, you cried all night. When you were 3 years old, she cooked for you lovingly. In return, you threw her cooking on the floor. When you were 5 years old, she bought you beautiful clothes. In return, you put on your clothes and went to a nearby mud pit to play. When you were 9 years old, she gave you a lot of money to go to school. In return, you often miss classes and form many bad habits. When you 13 years old, she suggested that you get a haircut, but you said that she didn't know what a fashionable hairstyle was. When you 14 years old, she paid you a month's camping fee, and you didn't call her. When you 15 years old, she came home and wanted to give you a hug, but you stuck the door on it.

One day, she was no longer young, her waist was no longer straight and her movements were no longer flexible. Who is she? She is the mother who moved three times to have a good learning environment for her children. She is the mother of Meng Jiao's "She sews carefully, she makes up thoroughly, and she is afraid that the delay will make him go home late". She is the mother who teaches her son with grass. She stabbed her son's mother with "loyalty to the country". She is also a hard-working mother around us!

3. Write a narrative about family 200 "Family". When I first heard this term, I thought about it for a long time ...

Because I didn't know what affection was before, I accepted everything my mother did for me. I only know that when I asked my mother, she promised me and I was happy. If you can't satisfy me, I will be angry. When I am wronged outside and need comfort, when I am sick, my mother is always by my side day and night, but I never think it is family.

I remember when I was five years old, I got acute pneumonia because of a bad cold, and my high fever persisted. I needed hospitalization at that time. I only remember that on the way to the hospital, my mother hugged me tightly and looked at my shortness of breath. My mother's tears fell on my face. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother and father rushed into the hospital while holding me, shouting, "Doctor, help my child." Three days later, my condition stabilized. At that time, the nurse said to me, "Little girl, you finally woke up. You don't know, your mother is worried to death these days. " I've been with you all day, and my tears are almost dry without eating or drinking. When I turned around and saw tears in my mother's tired and swollen eyes, she smiled and said to me, "Daughter, you are awake. You scared the crap out of me. "

To this day, all this is crowded in my mind. Today, I understand that this is affection, a kind of affection whose blood is thicker than water!

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 that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the end of the year, and my classmates talked happily about the beautiful scenery of spring, 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 that my mother's eyes were dark and her silver hair was a little bit more ... My parents seemed to write essays about their mothers from childhood, describing 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 didn't have much salary.

5. How to write the composition outline? Refer to the following contents to organize yourself. 1 Writer Bi Shumin said, "There are some things that we couldn't understand when we were young. When we do this, we are no longer young. Some things in the world can be made up, and some things can never be made up. " "filial piety for parents at an early date. Maybe a mansion, maybe a brick. Maybe it's the rainbow on the other side of the big detail. Maybe it's the information at hand. Maybe it's a pure black doctor's hat, maybe it's a red mark in the exercise book, maybe it's a table of delicious food, maybe it's a wild fruit and a small flower. Maybe it's a gorgeous skirt, maybe it's a pair of clean old shoes. Maybe tens of thousands of dollars, maybe just a coin with a body temperature ... but on the scale of filial piety, they are equivalent ... This passage by writer Bi Shumin will give us profound enlightenment. This is a very human composition topic. It is helpful for students to experience an emotional bath in writing, deepen their understanding of family ties and improve the ideological quality of candidates. Affection is also a topic that human beings have often talked about since ancient times, so this topic can give candidates something to say and help them write their true feelings. The connotation of "affection" is relatively high. It covers maternal love, fatherly love, brotherly love and so on. Metaphorically, it can also include the mutual concern of relatives, friends and specific people. Of course, for candidates, we should mainly write about maternal love, fatherly love and brotherly love, which is also determined by our current life experience. To write this narrative well, we should pay attention to the following points in the selection of materials: (1) The selection of materials should be small. It is best to write small things in daily life, but try to be bigger in conception, that is, the social significance that can be reflected is more universal and deeper. " Affection is not only manifested in critical moments and dangerous moments, but also in peacetime. If you don't focus on small things and grasp specific things to write, it's easy to write empty and powerless. Use the skills of seeing the big from the small, and let readers feel the selflessness and greatness of your family through specific examples. This is much more touching than the sublimity of empty feelings. (2) The material selection is typical. Materials are used to express and serve the theme. Therefore, the selection of materials must closely focus on the theme of "emotion" and select those typical events from ordinary cases to write, such as teaching, persuasion, suggestion and inspiration from relatives. It can also be expressed through some specific scenes, specific images and specific actions. As long as it can reflect some kind of complex between family ties and fully express the author's thoughts and feelings, it is ok. (3) The materials should be new. The materials should not only be small, but also be clever in choosing new ones. Many candidates are often limited to writing about love in life to show their affection, so it is difficult for the article to be innovative. To innovate, they must stand at the forefront of the times. Look at the relationship between affection and affection from a new angle, and make this topic full of the flavor of the times. For example, we can write the love between father and son and the love between mother and child from the perspective of equality, democracy and respect. If we follow this line of thinking, you will find that "Ruben" will become more open. (4) the material selection should be true. The value of kinship is "truth" and "simplicity". The more real, the more touching and the more simple. Don't make it up for the "thrilling" effect. Therefore, when writing, you should choose a "true story" from your past life, and please and impress people with that kind of true and true emotion. To achieve "true reproduction", we should pay attention to the detailed description of the event and grasp the emotional point, because the details of life are easy to make the article full of life. One eye, one eye. A gesture can truly reflect a character's thoughts, feelings or spiritual qualities. Without concrete and vivid details, it will be dull and lack of expressiveness. In addition to careful selection of materials, this article should try to avoid being steady and straightforward in structure and strive for ingenious innovation. For example, some novel methods such as comparison, questioning or layout can be used at the beginning to make readers feel fresh. Finally, the unexpected artistic effect of reverberation can be obtained by unexpected turning or heuristic association. The middle part may set suspense, may use misunderstanding, and may also set headlines. In short, it is surprising and reasonable to require novelty in structure but not rigidity. When writing this article, you should give priority to narration, comment and express your feelings appropriately, and write your own unique feelings about family, but you must never talk about it everywhere and usurp the role of the host. Whether this article is about sadness or happiness, the language should be simple and contain true feelings. When I cry because of the injustice of fate, I put my hand on my shoulder. When I lost myself under the aura of victory, I patted my head. I know, that's my mother's hand. Some people say that love can turn eternity into clouds, and friendship will give up because I can't bear the burden of a long way. Only maternal love is eternal, even if you use anger, arrogance and ignorance. It remains unchanged, and has been your guardian for generations. I don't know why. Recently, I always feel that my mother is very annoyed and nagging all day, and I don't know what to say. When I got up in the morning, my mother thought my hair was too thick and said to tie it for me. When her cold and rough hand touched my neck, I rubbed it back with my hand as if out of inertia. "Don't! "I cocked my mouth. I knocked over my comb. I looked down and picked up my comb. I see my mother's eyes are red in the mirror. My mother walked out of the room. I suddenly feel very guilty. My eyes were fixed on an old photo on the wall and my thoughts drifted back to my childhood. Because of an illness, I am old, I can't learn to walk, I crawl around all day, and my neighbors laugh at me. My mother quit her job and made up her mind. Of course, the doctor also taught me a set of methods to train me. Because my calf can't support the weight of my whole body, my mother holds me every day, only letting my feet step on the ground, and then slowly and gently holding me. This process took half a year.

6. Write a composition on the topic of "affection" to feel affection-affection is an eternal topic. 1 Grandma's canvas shoes passed by the bed gently, leaving only the paper wind chimes outside the window, echoing like grandma's long whistle, which was not pleasant to the ear, but also sincere.

The fire in front of the stove rises from the dense heat and spreads like dusk. The fire reflected on my arm like a spilled wheat awn.

The steam in the furnace lifts the lid and makes a "poop-poop" sound. I closed my eyes and listened carefully. It was grandma's soft footsteps when her canvas shoes rubbed against the ground.

Grandma, I can't remember the songs you taught me when I babbled, and I can't remember your whispers when I fell asleep. I can only listen to the echo of the paper wind chime you weave when it swings, and the echo of the water in your boiler.

Fiddling with paper wind chimes, smoothing every wrinkle, as if touching your cocoon-covered hands. Every bell jar leaves a grain between your fingers, and every folding leaves a crack in your palm.

I seem to see you sitting peacefully by the bed, holding a folded paper wind chime in your hand, and your loving eyes are behind your reading glasses. I seem to hear the needle creaking slowly through the clock body, and the wind chimes strung together, swaying and singing in the breeze.

In the hazy morning light, my ears seem to be haunted by strange symphonies played by pots and pans in front of the stove. Open your fuzzy eyes and listen. That's the sound of you cooking for me after getting up early.

So I got up in my clothes and saw you in front of the fire, adding firewood to the stove and steaming water in front of me. Your canvas shoes are accompanied by your body, trembling slightly, and under the thin figure, there is the sound of fine cutting of the sole.

In the firelight, my tears merged with the firewood in the kitchen. Now, you have left me, but every time I close my eyes and listen, the paper wind chimes outside the window and the water vapor in the stove are telling me that your canvas shoes appear beside the bed and the stove again.

Understand that your father was never reticent. Every day at the dinner table, I always chatter alone.

Father, on the other hand, is almost always a model-picking vegetables silently and mechanically, baking rice, chewing and swallowing, and never talking. I don't think he will listen to me, otherwise how could he be so mechanical? Never looked at me from beginning to end! So, I feel a sense of sadness. What is this? My words are getting less and less, even if I say a few words occasionally, they are dry and have no color.

Nobody listens, so don't waste that energy and emotion. Father is naturally slow-witted, at least I think so.

He is too stiff. One day, I finally became like my father: mechanically picking vegetables silently, baking rice, chewing and swallowing, and never talking again.

However, I stole a look at my father. He slowed down and didn't stop.

He frowned. He put down his chopsticks and looked up.

He looked at me quietly, his eyes full of surprise, doubt and anxiety. His lips opened several times, but not a word slipped from his lips.

His throat is a little shaky. Finally, I squeezed out a sentence: "Why don't you talk?" I remained silent, stubbornly silent.

He was a little anxious, and his eyebrows locked tighter: "What's the matter with you? Why don't you talk about school? Don't say Yao Ming and Alec Su? " I froze, my father! He said, "Dad is dumb and can't talk. But dad will listen. Every day when you talk about things at the dinner table, dad listens attentively and thinks,' How nice, I have such a talkative daughter!' I can understand all your thoughts, but why don't you say more? ! "My tears burst out like a flood that burst its banks.

My father, you have been listening to my growing voice. You know everything about me, but how can I know you? I threw myself into my father's arms and listened to his heart rhythm.

My dear and respectable father, I finally got to know you and understood you in your affectionate listening! The zongzi made by my father is as plain as a pot of tea, but it is fragrant and memorable. Ordinary as a song, but ups and downs, giving people good memories.

When he came back from the field, his father looked very tired, with muddy trouser legs stuck to his legs, barefoot and carrying a basket in one hand. I greeted him with small steps: "Dad, what's in your basket?" Father smiled: "You will know later."

"The senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. What else won't happen?" Father put down the basket, brought a small stool and sat down slowly. "I ..." I don't know how to answer sitting next to reading.

Father took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "Poop-poof-",he polished a match, and the fire lit up his dark face and took a sip. Father gradually narrowed his eyes and then smoked. "Your mother is ill in bed and can't take care of you. Your grandmother said to eat a zongzi in the morning of the senior high school entrance examination tomorrow. "

Father's face rippled with a smile. He broke several reed leaves, held them in his hand, bent them into a cone, and then poured rice into them.

Those grains of rice seem to bear the ardent expectations of my father. Every zongzi is so full and attractive, like a doll. Inadvertently, I saw my father's calloused hand, which was so skilled and natural to operate; Seeing his father's drooping head, several strands of silver hair emerged from it; I saw my father's patched trousers fluttering in the wind ... I woke up in my dream and my father was holding a steaming zongzi in his hand, as if holding a treasure. His face is still full of smiles: "Eat and have a good exam!" " "His hands were shaking.

Too sweet, like dew dripping in my heart after a long drought, like a breeze blowing the dry earth. So, I walked into the examination room ... in the examination room, I remembered that moment, the zongzi wrapped by my father, and the sweetness. I seem to see my father's smile rippling again ... this is father's love, this is true feelings. Listening to my father's love, I felt warmth and hope. Listening to my father's love, I seem to melt and evaporate ... oh, my father's zongzi, a song that I can never get tired of listening to.

4 Mother's Love in Lace jiaozi When I was a child, it was a big event at home to pack jiaozi. At that time, life at home was tense, so we had to wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year to eat jiaozi.

Ordinary days, including a meal in jiaozi for the first time, naturally became a holiday for the whole family. At this time, the mother is dignified and proud.

7. A composition about affection 200 words affection is a cup of honey to comfort you when you are bitter, and affection is a cup of bitter coffee to refresh you when you are tired. However, today the teacher gave us a cruel lesson. With the sad music playing, the teacher asked each of us to take out a blank sheet of paper and let us write down our five dearest people on it. I hesitated, but finally I wrote down my parents, grandparents and me on paper. The teacher said, "One of your relatives is leaving you. Who do you choose?"? Please cross out its name. " Tears swirled in her eyes, and finally she crossed out grandma helplessly. The teacher asked us to cross out another person, and this time I crossed out myself. I finally couldn't help it, and tears flowed from my glasses from time to time. But my heart seems to tell me to be strong! When the teacher asked me to cross off a person at the end, I chose my father, but I regretted it, because my father always brought me back many delicious and interesting things when he came back from a business trip. After this course, many students lost their jobs. Although this class is cruel, I still thank you, teacher, because you let me know that family ties will always be cut off.

I still remember a long time ago, I read Bernard Shaw's motto: "Life is not a short candle, but a torch that we hold temporarily.". We must burn it very brightly and hand it over to the next generation. " I didn't understand it at first, but this sentence flashed in my mind again when I participated in the "home-school interactive education" carried out by the basic medical college in Grade 02. I seem to see a bright torch being passed. Bernard Shaw revealed the true meaning of affection from the deepest point.

We often say: "Our life course has been integrated into every wave of affection, every melody, every exhortation, every laugh, every look, every step …" However, the first love in the world definitely means not only caring, but more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom can be passed on.

I remember when our parents taught us, they often said, "We eat more salt than you eat rice, and the bridge we crossed is longer than the road you walked." And we are always so young and frivolous that we don't agree. We ignore the traces left on their faces and temples when the years slip away quietly, and naturally there will be many priceless wisdom experiences accumulated in their hearts. They are always willing to give us everything, and we always stubbornly believe that this is out of date. He ran around like a newborn calf until he was black and blue and bleeding from his horn, then ran to them, leaned his head on their arms, licked the wound and moved on.

Home-school interactive education has built a bridge between parents and students. Parents took to the podium in Kan Kan and talked about their study methods, work experience, how to get along with strangers, their expectations and confidence in our future, and their understanding of us ... They gave us priceless treasures and passed on the brightly burning torch. We accept all this with gratitude and listen to their words, which is far better than studying for ten years and has benefited a lot. We feel everything with a delicate heart, and feel the selflessness and unrelenting of our family. Wise parents, their images are so great in our hearts. At the same time, we are surprised to find that they are eager to understand us and to be understood by us. In fact, we can become bosom friends. In this activity, we have a deeper understanding of what family ties are.

Feelings are an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely, depressed, weak, thirsty and sick, you will be radiant at a glance, your mind will be comfortable and you will not be lonely. Will act quickly, just a drop of water, and the rolling Wang Yang of life spread in my heart.

Family is the North Star at night. Once we chased the goal and ignored it, until one day we looked up slightly without knowing the direction, and a soft light guided us to take a firm step.

Emotion is a harbor in the voyage. When we hit the rocks again and again, we drove in slowly. There are no big waves here. We can stay here for a while, mend the wound, prepare supplies and sail again.

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Because of the great affection, we are grateful. At the same time, I also thank the teacher for his careful cultivation. "Sunshine Project" has set up a stage for us to show our talents. Family education has taught us the etiquette of honoring our parents. They inspired us to write that "ten thousand gold" letter on Mid-Autumn Festival, say hello to our parents and say thank you. It is they who have carefully prepared this parent-child exchange activity. They not only inculcate us, but also often have heart-to-heart communication with us. This is the fusion of kindness and friendship. Therefore, we are not only grateful for family ties, but also grateful for teachers and students.