My family story.

What a familiar word my family story is. In children's eyes, home is their refuge. In the eyes of wanderers, home is the place where wanderers want to go back day and night. Home is where the family belongs. ...

However, "home" is different. "Home" is a group of people who are closely related to their relatives. My family is a big family, and three generations of us live together. Although our family is small, our life is simple, dull and full of laughter.

My family is a family of three. In my eyes, my parents are a little stupid, and in their eyes, I am also stupid, but there is no shortage of affection in my family. I have a stupid father who loves to sleep. Because he often stays up late at night, he doesn't get up in the morning. One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. I said, "Dad is so lazy. It's past nine, and he's still sleeping! " But mother said slowly, "Don't worry, he will jump up in five minutes." As soon as the voice fell, I listened to my father "yeah!" Let out a cry, then fly, wash, change clothes, grab the bag and rush out, like a quick shot in a movie. I asked my mother if she had studied divination. My mother swallowed a bite of bread, shook her head and said, "no, no, no, I knew he had to go to work early." "In the eyes of my parents, I am also stupid, and I often do things that make you laugh and cry. It's always dad who comes home at the latest. As soon as he rang the doorbell, I rushed into the kitchen to cook him a big meal. When I handed him a hearty meal, he always said, "Silly girl, you are feeding the elephant. "I just smiled foolishly.

Although my parents are careless, I love them very much. I hope I will be a "stupid mother" when I grow up, and my "stupid son" will also have a "stupid father".

My family story 2: each of us has our own family, some are happy, some are sad and some are desperate; Is there any fragmentation? However, my family is happy, happy and happy.

My family is very harmonious. I have a laughing brother, a hardworking father, a clean mother and a nagging grandfather. I grew up slowly in the cradle of my family, and at the same time my family is spreading its branches and leaves step by step.

My father is a farmer with his back to the loess. He works hard in the sun every day, but no matter how hard he works, he won't complain to me. He kept all his hard work in his heart and kept it from me, bearing it silently.

My mother is a housewife. She washes, cooks and cleans every day, which makes me have a warm and comfortable home. I thrive in this warm home.

My brother loves me very much. No matter how busy he is every day, he takes time to teach me my lessons. My grandfather is my amulet. No matter what happens, he always helps me for fear that I will be hurt a little. I'm a happy family. Whenever I feel that the atmosphere at home is wrong, I will tell jokes to make everyone laugh. To this end, my parents love me very much and take care of me like a three-year-old child. I am very happy. Whenever I encounter unhappy things, I will be wiped out when I get home, because my father said, "No matter what happens, you should always think that you have a warm home and come to this safe haven at any time, because it is an indispensable home in your life."

My family is always full of joy, and I will never forget the love from my parents! Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants and a post for the soul. In short, it is also a way of life that really belongs to me. My family is very happy, isn't it?