Family composition

Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart.

My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches. After learning the news, my mother put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "superluminal speed". In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears pouring out of my eyes.

At this point, my mother ran into the ward, took my hand and comforted me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine!"! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep.

I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and solid back. It shook gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up. When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a spoonful of nectar in my mouth and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her-my beloved mother.

Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence at the moment. I'm thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment.

Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence. Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.

Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!

There is true love in the world, there is true love in the world.

In deep feelings, the most important thing to remember is the affection that blood is thicker than water. The true love of blood is thicker than water is accompanied by the happy growth of children, and the feedback of blood is thicker than water, so that the elderly in Huasijia can spend their old age safely. It is said that father loves mountains, maternal love is like water, maternal love is gentle like water, father loves mountains deeply and quietly, mountains and rivers alternate, and mountains and rivers set each other off, playing cheerful love songs. In a report, such an accident was truly recorded. In an earthquake, houses collapsed sharply, causing serious casualties among residents here. During the rescue by 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 the choice of parents in the world will be surprising, just because it is their child, 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. Deeply loving and caring for children is the warmth of family brought by deep love and the sincere action of writing social harmony. Seeing affection is like a lamp, quietly illuminating every corner of our lives, and enjoying affection is like the wind, which blows away the snowflakes and brings endless spring. This is family, so unpretentious, this is 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 hot. 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 had grown up and got rid of her shelter, mom and dad silently looked at us 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 more from it than we pay, and learn to be tolerant, understanding, broad-minded and considerate of others, but what have we done for our mother? Did we just accept my mother's free love with a clear conscience? 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 and harmonious 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, the beautiful Mother's Day, but 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! Thinking about my parents' deep love for me, my heart is always filled with emotion. Every day before I went to college, they took pains to take care of my life and keep my family 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 tolerate 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. I will try my best to stick to whatever is helpful to my future life and worth pursuing. 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 a feeling of 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. From small to large, it seems that most of the compositions involving affection are about mothers, and they are about 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 and began to understand my father with rich thoughts. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they bear. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely. Joe 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 parents who were 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, because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, my parents were almost double suicide, so I believe that my father and mother really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for her 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. 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 mom left, there was not much money left at home, and dad had to save part of his meager salary for me to go to college later, so the daily sales 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. Last time, I was very angry with my father 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, 100 yuan. He said that he might win1800,000 next time, and he might become a rich man tomorrow. At some point ... he suddenly felt that his father in front of him was 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 sad-my father, who was washing his face, said 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. 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 old that 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 went out, I left my lip balm with my father and told him to apply some if he felt pain in his mouth and lips. 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 lot of money for writing, took my school blonde hair, and went to the museum with my father for luxury. 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 the elderly. It's better to be at the top-he wants that condescending feeling. The room should have a new balcony, floor-to-ceiling curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary equipment, and ... and ... what my father said happily, so I went out to the dressing room for some air. Father said he wanted to 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 taking 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 suddenly 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, with the help of my mother's hands, I overcame all kinds of difficulties ... 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. I can't enjoy happiness if I throw myself into my mother's arms ... "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! It's so hot, it must be burning. " 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. My heart ached and I shed tears with excitement. My mother 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 me."

No, if I hadn't been sick, you wouldn't have to carry me so hard. "Mom smiled and said," Son, you are grown up and sensible. I don't care, as long as you're okay, my mother will be relieved. "As she spoke, her mother shed a few tears." Mom, why are you crying? "I asked. My mother said, "I cried happily because you grew up and know that you care about your mother." I'm 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.