I want to write a composition entitled: I love Binjiang Park in my hometown.

A little maternal love

Occasionally open the photo album and you will know the picture. This is a group of photos with his mother. Small arms around mother's neck, flushed, close to her face. I smiled so sweetly that her mother looked very happy and happy. I think her eyes are as kind as theirs.

Grandma said, "My mother is the one who most people care about you." But I failed to live up to everyone's expectations and always made her angry.

Now that I have grown up, I really regret it. He really shouldn't talk about the same mother. My mother won't worry about me either, so much, alas!

I remember once attending a summer camp in Beijing, visiting Tsinghua Peking University, the Summer Palace, the Forbidden City, the Temple of Heaven and Tiananmen Square, interviewing Scarab's intimate sister, and climbing the Great Wall. Because I am the youngest, I said to my mother, "Don't run around when you get to the hotel, okay?" I don't care, just say "I won't bother you!" But at the hotel, my mother told me what I said before, Feng Fei. As soon as my mother was anxious and fidgety, she called the teacher at once. The teacher said, "She is playing in the hall!" " "Mom was relieved.

Now that I think about it, I know better the sentence "Be careful with her sewing, make up for it completely, and be afraid, but how much love has an inch of grass, and you get three rays of spring."

The greatest person in the world is mother, and the noblest love is maternal love. In fact, it has penetrated into every concern of mine "to prevent cruelty to every mother, her love." Bits of maternal love, like a trickle, moisten my young mind and grow sturdily with me.

I got maternal love, which will be my life.

Unforgettable family

Many unforgettable families are full of fish in my mind. These fish are unforgettable families, but the family that impressed me the most is a goldfish. ......

I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I just went to school. Students are talking happily about a good spring, but I feel bad. My cold teeth tremble in the cold spring morning, and I go to school. The student said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I went home and fell asleep in the hospital bed.

Hear familiar voices in your sleep, get up! Xiaowan! "I woke up to see my mother. I said, "I like a little fever. "My mother rushed to me with a thermometer, and my mother at 40 degrees immediately became nervous. When the head teacher asked me to leave, my mother scrambled for a glass of water and drank antipyretic. I carefully found that the bean-sized sweat rolled down her mother's forehead. I think my anxious mother must get a better breakfast. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to have a high fever, drink and sweat, and my mother wiped her back with a constantly changing towel. I have been busy all the time. At noon, I don't even eat rice. I went back to sleep ... I think my mother was in the hospital behind my back. I didn't expect to be in the hospital four days a week. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. My illness, I found my mother's dark circles and eyes, light silvery white hair. ...

father

It seems that the emotional elements involved from childhood are mainly about mothers, their gentleness, kindness and love. We always neglect another equally important life-his father, consciously or unconsciously.

Love is always reserved for the father's son and daughter. He doesn't like talking about love like his mother. He just expressed it. In order to satisfy some people's needs and my growth, I began to get to know his father with rich thoughts, but in reality, every father has a warm heart and only feels more and more, and their son has 100% feelings, no matter how much pressure he bears.

When I was young, all my friends, I could also vaguely know my father.

One eyebrow is our happiest, at least she has a very complete family. A frown, when my father was an educated youth, a woman in the north married and got married. My father is a typical intellectual university professor-gentle, delicate and sowing fame and fortune. It is often said that mom is not good enough for dad, and she has never concealed her incomparable admiration for dad. So, I smiled, in her old complex of loving her father deeply.

Every Wednesday, my father will visit the school. He always walks and talks on campus arm in arm with his father. As if there were endless words, his father kissed him on the cheek before he left. This is hard for me to imagine.

When I frowned, I didn't know what fortune-telling book it was, as if it was about his birthday this year. Where can I get a silver ring for that boy? She will never be happy. At the birthday party, she really wore a ring, which was very delicate. Joey is very proud. Xiao Qiao told me that when my father went to Beijing as a friend, he bought it with his own money, but my mother didn't know.

At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagined that a middle-aged man might be sent to a slum 20 years ago and could not afford a gold-plated ring for his new wife. But after 20 years, the gold and silver jewelry counters are wandering and carefully selected, just to satisfy the childish desire of a girlish daughter. I can imagine that a raised father sitting on the train has no financial resources to buy gifts except a personal ring, but that would be his daughter's concern and his wife's uneasy heart, even if it is a small loss and injury. This is enough to make each other proud, but also to move me.

A beautiful little light is just a smile, but it looks like a child anyway.

I understand what Xiao Qiao said. She is undoubtedly one of the three most precocious people in this mood. When my mother died in a beautiful junior high school, the sudden small blow also caused eternal trauma in her heart. Xiao Qiao must be stronger than anyone imagined, which may be influenced by a father from a military background.

Quite small, very strict family tradition, the military discipline set by her father, and the standard requirements for beautiful boys are sometimes unreasonable. For example, after his mother died, his father wouldn't even let his little black cuffs. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao recover from his grief as soon as possible. Joe said that she always remembers what her father said-the best way to commemorate the dead in life is to live well. She thinks of this sentence every time she becomes my mother.

The little stepmother is far away, but in reality, she will not object to her father's remarriage. Father seems to have no intention of a second wife. I have read articles about stress and middle age in the newspaper. I have learned to enter the fourth decade. In fact, it will be a lot of chaos, which will make people breathless, but the work pressure is great, and the ghosts will refer to the death of their wives. His daughter lives on campus. I didn't know Xiao Qiao's father was carrying a house and coming home from work in lifeless loneliness. Every day, he is just her daughter.

Listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If a frown worships her father and a beautiful little guy is afraid of her father, then I can only deeply sympathize with my father.

Yes, unfortunately.

Father has no education, and men don't have much money. Family may be his last spirit, just a year ago, the only sustenance collapsed. I vaguely heard some stories about young parents-at that time, I believed that being a parent was really loving, so I could understand that my mother was choosing a desired lifestyle. This is a deeply sad father. Here, I stay with his father. I don't want to see him in front of their wives and children, 20 years of careful construction, and finally go up in smoke.

But this year, my relationship with my father is not because we are familiar with each other. After all, a word "money".

His mother ran away from home without any savings, and his father's salary was not much, but he also saved my university. Such daily expenses are rigid. After discussing with grandma, his father asked me to go to grandma's house for dinner every day. My aunt is a very selfish person and always looks at me with indifference and contempt. The feeling of sharing humiliation weighs heavily on my mind. Last time, I lost my temper with my dad and told him that I never wanted to go to grandma's house for dinner again. I was starving.

My father looked at me, perfect and inexplicable, but only said a few words. He said, you know we still need a lot of money now. I can't help it if you go to college.

Seeing my inarticulate father tell the truth with an open mind, my heart suddenly filled with infinite guilt. I feel so ignorant. Don't sympathize with his father. I don't always hate paying back money and loving it. I hate the dirty side to the other side, and decided to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later today, his father began to buy lottery tickets, ranging from welfare lottery tickets to 100 yuan binary sports lottery tickets. Every time there is a TV lottery, my father will sit there intently with a stack of colored paper in his hand-I think he imagined it, and they gave him a lot of money.

A very happy father told me that he won a small prize, with a total prize of 100. He said it might be the next1800,000 dollars, and he might become rich tomorrow, and he might be there ... suddenly he felt that his father was in front of him, which was very strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, gave up smoking and drinking, and pinned his wealth on a pile of rubbish. Heart, at this point, I think, my father is possessed, he is crazy, crazy, he doesn't know the subconscious.

I think so, too. It's a little sad. One morning, my father, I think he might be very sad, said-

It hurts to wash your lips, probably because the internal fire is too heavy. I saw his lips chapped and bloodshot oozing from it. So I took out my lip balm from my bag, and my dad said, I'll draw it for you.

Close to my father's face and gently lift his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have seen my father's face so close. For a long time, I saw his face, thin, with pigmentation on his skin and wrinkles around his eyes. I always thought it was the father of the "afterlife", but the result was really old, too old and too sudden, which caught me off guard. I also wisely think that my father is under great psychological pressure these days. He is very harsh and never shares the pain in life. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt and dull pain, which cannot be a reason.

At the last minute, I left my father who was applying lip balm and told him that he felt his lips hurt. Father insisted on not putting it in his schoolbag, saying that he had nothing to do and told me to keep it for myself. I dare not argue, and I dare not go back, for fear that my father, who is faced with something sudden and wet, will see it.

On that day, I got a lot of money, royalties and school subsidies, so I had plenty of time to spend with his father in the restaurant. My father, who used wine, said many things. He told me to study hard, find a good job and earn a lot of money in the future. He bought a house with dignity, preferably at a high level-the condescending feeling he wanted. The room has a balcony, floor curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and .........

My father was in high spirits in the dressing room, and I cried with an excuse of breathing and exploding. I can't say it's probably just out of pity. My poor father gave me a rest. Father said he wanted to live in a high-rise house, but it was also a bedroom with a big balcony and Simmons. These words are repeated in my mind for a long time and refuse to disappear.

Write here, suddenly make things difficult for them, I don't know how to end. Maybe at this time, my father's frown can be avoided, which is related to her frowning and enjoying her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiao Qiao's father has just returned from Xiaoqing's grave. He must silently pray that Xiaomei's beautiful mother can be admitted to Fudan University. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He just bought vegetables, washed them in the kitchen and was busy for a while. It may not be wise for him to cook better than his mother, but I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, the gas I heard at home was on and the air was dense. Even if you don't have much money, you can taste happiness.

Fox also moved his feelings.

A few days ago, the servant of the taro family caught a small fox from the mountains. Eating or drinking is very bad for foxes. Two old foxes are hiding under the floor. The fox bit the chain and gnawed at the stump nest. He worked very hard and didn't show any weakness. The Fox family finally moved Masataro away, and he was also taken away from Mr. An Tian's ranch, returned to his own fox, and went into the valley with his father. This is the story of a little fox who walked into the valley.

The little fox just ran more than ten meters away. Where did the old fox use the book? The little fox jumped around happily and then ran into the Woods with a whip.

Deep in the forest, the fox stopped slowly. The necks of two old foxes and little foxes are tightly intertwined. The old fox turned around and licked his cheek with his tongue. It's just a little fox's hair comb, slowly using its front paws.

Mother fox said, "My child, today is a day worth celebrating." Just like mom watching you lose weight, you must make up your body. The 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.

The fox and his mother returned to the cave, and the mother and son enjoyed the pain of narrative separation. Mother Fox said, "My children, my father and my mother are really desperate. Damn, damn the big bet chain, we can't handle it under any circumstances. " The fox said, "Mom, his real name is taro. If he has no children, I will ask mother fox to say, "yes, this boy is like this." When the adults were not at home, he secretly sent us food. When delivering milk, you must repay him.

The hole exploded with a shout, and the fox chased three pheasants back. The fox watched the jump and held down 1 and wolfed it down. The fox said, "My child, eat slowly, don't choke, Dad, and catch some more." Then slide through a hole like the wind. At this time, Mother Fox has cleared the table and arranged food and wine, which is a good celebration for the fox family waiting behind.

The fox came back, and so did two pheasants. The wild duck is a big wild duck. The whole family sat around the dining table happily and had a sumptuous meal.

After a hearty meal, the moon crept to the treetops. Two old foxes came to Kong, and the little fox held them tightly in his arms, looked at the stars in the sky, told them the idea of parting, and slowly fell asleep again.

A few days later, I took my little fox hunting in the mountains. They are running out of the jungle in pursuit of a hare, an open grand canyon. Suddenly, they heard the child's heartbreaking cry. Looking up, I saw a wild dog chasing a little boy and tearing him in half. The little boy grabbed his arm bag tightly, tore his leg pants and was bitten by a wild dog, bleeding profusely.

"Is this Masataro?" Fox confirmed this for the first time. "It's him, it's him!" The old fox said firmly. "My child, we can save him! I'll deal with it here first, so go back for help. " Then he yelled at the old fox, and his dog jumped on the ruling party and the opposition party. The little fox soon disappeared into the Woods.

There are too many wild dogs! In the first round, the old fox can bite back. The fox recklessly lost sight and slowly retreated to the cliff caused by wild dogs. When wild dogs chased the fox, the fox turned and came to the edge of the cliff. The wild dog pushed off the cliff with all his strength. protect

Taro When he realized that this was a little fox father, he burst into tears. I came with a little fox. Grab the bag. This is his special fox meat and ham. At this time, mother fox and a group of foxes rushed over to dress the wounds of taro and foxes. Fox also took a lot of hemostatic grass and applied it to the wounds of Masataro and his father. Mother fox patted the mud with her claws, and taro's tongue slowly licked the blood on his leg. Fox stood upright, with two small paws on Masataro's shoulders, slowly licking the tears on his face.

The sun is going down soon. Fox's guard Taro has gone downhill. Taro and Fox are limping, but we all know that we are happy. Taro was indescribable happy to see Fox's parents grow taller and fatter every day. When the fox saw Taro, he was close to danger and saved the day under the fox's struggle, but he would be happy to appear. Everyone was talking and laughing, and there was Taro's door. Although we bid farewell to silence, they have been friends forever since then. force

One Sunday morning, after finishing my homework, I found his brother playing computer games together when I was bored. He asked me seriously: "after playing for a circle, no one is allowed to cheat!" " "I readily agreed.

Then, the game was over, and it was my turn. I probably don't think I have the cells to play games. Seeing that I was bored, I went out to play with us. As expected, he was defeated in an instant. I'm ready to play games together. I want to make an appointment with his brother. I don't think so. They shouted, "Brother, let me play a game. Come here! " "No one answered. I called several times, but my brother still didn't come. "Ah, don't fight for nothing, just play a few games! "I said to myself. When I am in the mood, is my brother still here when he comes to see me? Play, angry: "why do you still play or not?" "Yes," I didn't observe his anger. Suddenly, he called me names and I called him back. Soon after we finished cursing each other, he swore an ugly sentence, "You ..." I was so angry that tears came to my eyes and I wanted to help, but: How could I have your brother? "He saw me crying, guilty, and couldn't say anything. I turned and ran.

I threw myself on the bed and began to cry. No, do you need this to play games? I made it clear to him that he would not come to his own play! I thought about it carefully. In fact, I was wrong. I stopped playing, not you! I regret it when I think about it.

At lunch, my mother asked me to go downstairs for dinner. I have to dry my tears. Mom is in the kitchen. When she saw me, she asked, "Why are you crying?" "What's the matter?" Mom smiled. "Your face is full of tears. The most obvious is that your monster is red. Is your nose red? What's wrong? " I didn't expect my mother to know me so well, but I still didn't say it. I told the truth under my mother's repeated questioning. Mother was not angry and said softly, "Never mind, family harmony is the most important thing. Your brother, I have to apologize to each other. " . Go ahead, our brother. "My brother came, he knew what to do and cried. Mother said, "well, apologize to each other quickly!" """Sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the game." "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called you." "Never mind!" As a result, a family storm "subsided."

Misunderstanding: What my brother and I have to solve is a strong family relationship. Mom is right, harmony is the most important thing. No matter how painful the family is, cherish it! . BR/>；

Zhong Jiahui

I remember Boccaccio said that friendship is one of the most sacred things. Oh, otherwise, the most selfless person in the world, the most precious thing is family, family is more important than friendship, and feelings are different.

In this world, what kind of people and what kind of things will happen, but the only constant is affection and parents who love their children. In this way, I can't help it, but I think the story I read took place in the Daxinganling fire. A mother bird gave them a tree to protect her children and pressed it under her. Although the mother bird was burned to death, her child survived.

Around us, parents' love for their children and selflessness for us are everywhere. They prefer what we should eat and wear when we are hungry. Some people may say that I am an orphan without parents, but where is my home? You are sponsored by children in the orphanage. Are you very affectionate? So many, in the eyes of family members, are as heavy as a thousand pounds. Now some people think that feelings are worthless. I was surprised to find that many children didn't cherish the fruits of their parents' labor when they grew up, and their parents often only served as inexhaustible treasures. Regardless of parents' well-meaning nagging, they always ignore it as if it were none of their business. The children in the neighborhood are in trouble with their parents every day. Only when they are bullied will other children think of their parents. I even read in the magazine that there are more than 70 elderly people who don't even have their own children at home. They even think that children eat at home. These unheard-of things now seem to be commonplace.

Filial piety is our traditional virtue, the country of China. Confucianism once said that filial piety is the first of all virtues, and it has been reported in magazines that among all animals in the world, only human parenting instinct can know how to honor parents. Among all things, this is only our human virtue, and it has not been given, but has it also disappeared from our generation? No, we must never give up, we must praise the family! Otherwise, we're dealing with people who call themselves designers?

Feel feelings

"Shake, shake, shake the Waipo Bridge ..." I don't know who is humming 1, so I pulled back from my thoughts. Waipoqiao, Waipoqiao, grandma and I "look". My eyes, it seems, have become her short body, standing on the high threshold, standing on tiptoe and looking at the Yi men at the scene. At this time, a deep affection, such as the warm sunshine in spring, flowed into my heart and I felt very happy.

My grandmother is a loyal Christian. Every night, she always has breakfast and dinner. As usual, she knelt on the bed and prayed with me. It is also my grandmother who is afraid that I am too big and too hard to kneel on the bed. We put a cotton bag on my mat. Grandma, I didn't go to school, but she prayed that there really was a group, which you could call "orderly". Every time she finishes a sentence, I always add an "Amen" at the end of the sentence. I don't know what this means, and I don't think grandma knows it very well. I just think it's really interesting to echo each other with her. She prays for her children and grandchildren every day: I hope this kind of peace and all the best, and they will certainly praise Jesus a lot. Then I sing these songs, and my grandmother hums from time to time. Usually when my knees are tired, I secretly glanced at her. She still believes in her knees. Thinking of grandma's leg disease for many years, I'm really worried that grandma can't hold on. So I asked, "Grandma, are you tired?" She struggled to raise her head: "Don't cross it, or it won't work normally." I stared at her suspiciously, her eyes wide open, full of firmness and piety. I stopped talking and stared blankly at a big bag of cotton.

As I grew older, I gradually understood the type of superstitious prayer for Jesus without a blessed savior, so I began to publicize to my grandmother: this is a superstitious practice and very unscientific. Her mouth was flat, her old face was lifted, and there seemed to be tears in her cloudy eyes. It seems that she is very angry. Yes, usually relatives and friends don't believe this. Now-when I was a child, people began to suspect that they were estranged from her and prayed with her. She said, "Who said that?" Sincere future mobile savior! "

I won't argue with grandma. Maybe she's right. "Honesty, stone opens." . The old man meant no harm. Prayer became her comfort, her pillar and her sustenance!

In my memory, I remembered that one day, my grandmother specially advertised, and when the aroma of jiaozi from my mother floated, I shed tears. Therefore, I can't help chanting a poem: Grandma carries jiaozi in her handbag,

Thousands of miles away,

On my desk,

A wisp of fragrance,

Full of feelings.

I drive a jiaozi,

Have you seen the delicious cooked rice? ,

Flashing hope for relatives;

A tragedy, suffocating.

I munched on jiaozi.

Two lines of tears

Scalded hand ...

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Small fragment: Feelings are like father Yang's trembling lips, serious frown, mother's flashing tears, gentle call, warm and comfortable hug, feelings are children's eyes, respectful language and a small gift. Family yacht docks rely on love for spring and emotional flow, love for the land, love for the bright sky with emotional stars and family flower beds.