Family composition (600 words)

There is true love in the world, and there is true love in the world (family composition)

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!

Mom, I love you! (Family 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!" " "

Mom and dad! (Family composition)

I am always moved by the thought of my parents' deep love for me. Every day before college, they were taking care of my life and keeping my home in good order. Whether at home or outside, it never worries me. In the morning, before I got up, breakfast was already warm in the pot; At noon and evening, when I came home from school, the steaming food was already on the table. When I go to college, they love me more in economic life. Almost every time I go home, I have to improve my life and let me eat, drink and dress well. I am glad of their love.

Thinking about my parents' love for me always warms my heart. Parents are always so selfless in their love for their children. They always embrace everything with kindness and understanding. I can never repay my parents' love in my life. I can only take time out to help them clean, do housework, cook and wash clothes-some trivial things to repay their parents' kindness.

Life is not so lonely because of friends. Because of the company of friends, the road of life is more exciting. I have always adhered to the principle of "doing things with heart and treating others sincerely". Cherishing friendship and being kind to friends is my belief in making friends. I have my principles in making friends. In the future life, as long as it is helpful to me and worth pursuing, I will try my best to stick to it. Any friendship worth keeping will be cherished by me all my life. Some friends let me gain a lot of warmth and touch. For those friends who are gradually indifferent, watching them drift away, there is already helplessness and sadness. But in any case, they are all passers-by in my life, and those memories will be deposited in my memory. After a long time, I became more optimistic. Some people are destined to be passers-by in my life and will never enter my world. 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, I heard that the gas at home was turned on, and there was a sense of happiness in the air, even though I didn't have much money.

My mother (family composition)

Although my mother's hands are so rough, my mother's hope, care and love for me are all integrated into these hands. I like mom's hands.

I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain. My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Hui Hui, be patient, it's almost home." After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads. Mom, your hand cracked the other day, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. You just don't want me to worry. At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I look at your hand. Your hands are black and blue with cold. I jumped into your arms and cried. You touched me with her almost frozen hand and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to my hopes for you! "

I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands. ......

I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.

"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby. If you throw yourself into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "Every time I hear this song, the unforgettable thing comes back to my eyes.

On a night of thunder and lightning, it rained cats and dogs. I was awakened by the sound of rain and felt uncomfortable, so I told my mother. My mother touched my forehead and said in surprise, "Ah! So hot, it must be a fever. " Then he immediately put on his coat and took me out to see a doctor under an umbrella.

It was raining harder and harder. My mother carried me with her delicate body and ran to the hospital to keep me from getting wet. I wanted to tell my mother that I could go by car, but it was raining cats and dogs, and it was late at night. Where did I get the car? I watched my mother carry my back and give me an umbrella, but I was soaked through in the rain. I was so excited that I cried. Mom has been running behind my back for so long that she hasn't arrived at the hospital. At this time, I can't tell whether it is her sweat or rain flowing down from my mother's head. At this time, I seem to feel how great maternal love is!

Walking, my mother suddenly tripped over a stone and almost fell. I blurted out, "mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." If I were not ill, you wouldn't have to carry me so hard. " Mother smiled and said, "Son, you are grown up and sensible. I don't care, as long as you are okay, my mother will be relieved. " As she spoke, her mother shed a few tears. "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked. Mom said, "I cried happily, because when you grow up, you know that you care about your mother." I am so happy. "

After a long journey, we finally came to a 24-hour hospital. My mother took me to the doctor without even taking a rest, then went to get the medicine and carried me home.

Motherly love is as boundless as the sky, as vast as the sea, bathed in the sunshine of love, full of silent affection. Because of maternal love, we are happy.

Father (family composition)

Father is a profound poem, which can only be understood by careful taste.

It is rare to have a real long talk with my father, and I always feel that my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. There has been a deep generation gap between myself and my father, and I feel that I am no longer a good boy in my father's eyes.

I used to be the pride of my parents. In the past, sometimes I helped my parents do a little thing. At this time, parents always have a happy smile on their faces and their hearts are full of happiness.

I don't know when I learned to be silent, to talk back, and to slam the door to show my resistance to my parents. Gradually, I thought I had grown up, and I liked to hide my worries and deliberately keep my distance from my parents. How many times have I seen my father's embarrassed expression, and his eyes showed melancholy helplessness and incomprehension? I am proud of my so-called independence. I am becoming more and more reticent, and my father is becoming more and more serious and rigid. I gradually blame my father for not understanding and caring about myself.

But from that moment on, I finally understood my father's poem.

I remember once having a stomachache. I thought I would get better when I woke up. I didn't expect it to get worse, but it got worse. It was a little uncomfortable, but I survived.

Until the evening, the pain was unbearable. My first thought is my silent father. I thought, "Although he is a little grumpy at ordinary times, he still cares about me." Maybe you think it's really dangerous to be alone, okay I began to regret my rebellious behavior towards my father, but what's the use of regretting now? However, this city is preparing for the inspection of civilized cities. My father is a conscientious civil servant who sleeps every day. Considering his busyness, I changed my mind and thought of my mother instead, but she didn't?

Finally, I dialed my father's phone and he heard the news. It is raining in the sky. I thought my father could not get away. I began to sink into endless meditation. I stared into his eyes when he came into my room. What a pair of eyes His eyes are bloodshot, but he reveals a fatherly light. There seems to be a trace on my father's stern face. My father opened his mouth to say something, remained silent for a long time, and then asked me about my illness. My father used to be a doctor. Under the care of my father, I finally got better, and then my father left in a hurry. The ice between us cracked in an instant.

Father, only when you understand, will you suddenly realize that the truth is so profound. Father is a poem, a meaningful poem, a broad-minded mountain, a sea full of affection. In fact, both the sun and the moon in the sky love the earth, but their expressions are different. The moon shines on the earth with soft moonlight, while the sun uses light and heat. Father will not use words to express it, but only use actions to convey it. Although sometimes you can't see it, you will find that father, like tea, has a faint fragrance.

Ah, father, you have devoted so much love to me, but I have never found out how much I regret now, but it is hard to make up for it. Let me be your father in the next life and take care of you as you take care of me.