I'm going to write a photo on the theme of family style.

In my mind, home is a vegetable garden, I am a vegetable seedling, a thriving seedling, and the family style that has accompanied me for thirteen years is dew and raindrops. It is the family style that patiently moistens me through spring, summer, autumn and winter. I can't thrive without family style.

Family style accompanied me from ignorance to maturity, and stepped on the steps of life step by step. This is my intangible strength-family lifestyle. In my vague memory, my mother taught me to be polite, to respect the old and love the young, to be honest and trustworthy, to help others and so on. Quality is strictly controlled.

Time goes by slowly and things happen again and again. The bright sunshine outside shone directly into the window, and the controversy in our family once again reached my ears:

"You say how old you are, and you can't do anything well. Listen, I asked you to get yourself a glass of water. Why is it so full and spilled everywhere? " It hurts all the time. My mother started nagging again while wiping the water on the table. Although my mother's "chatterbox" is a bit annoying, it can barely be regarded as "music". Just listen to it. It turns out that an aunt came to my house this morning. My mother ordered me to pour a glass of water for my aunt. Accidents will happen. Unexpectedly, the hand was shaken carelessly and the water was full. A little careless, but I didn't mean to. After menstruation left, my mother's "small bass horn" began to play nonstop, so as to be steady and half-hearted. I must correct it.

"So big, I don't even know the rules. I don't know how to greet the guests when they come. I only care about myself. " As soon as my mother sent the guests away, she gave me another "gift" when she came back. How could I be so unlucky? "...!" After a long speech, my mother was not tired at all: "You should know how to respect others and be polite." From then on, I dare not neglect the guests at home for a moment, and quickly left a "hello aunt" and right a "hello uncle."

In my mother's chatter, I learned to be polite, respect others and concentrate on my work ... As I grew older, I got older, but my mother never slackened. Tell me: "Although these things are trivial and trivial, they can directly affect your growth." My family style is cultivated by my mother, step by step, step by step.

Yes, the cultivation of an invisible good family style is the transmission of positive energy and the feedback of your future education. As long as the family style is good, the national style is good.

Our family style, I hope it stays in my home. May the never-ending wind of progress blow all over the Chinese nation and into thousands of households. May my family become richer and better because of it.