We live in this ever-changing world. Who taught us bit by bit, who made us less frustrated on the way to sail forward, and who brought us gentle comfort when we cried and felt distressed? It's our parents, whose eyes are always watching everything about us!
Maternal love is silent, and maternal love is like jade.
Motherly love is great! Who in the world has no maternal love?
When it's windy and rainy, when you're holding a warm umbrella, have you ever thought about the person who is behind you to shelter you from the wind and rain?
In the hot summer, when you sleep peacefully in the cool breeze, do you still remember those people who stayed by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain?
Motherly love is unknown, smooth as jade, slender and silent.
Father loves nothing, and father loves like gold.
Father's love is silent in your eyes and heavy in our hearts.
Father's love is like gold, and his strong appearance is full of love.
Father's love is silent, but it is as deep as the sea and as thin as rain. We are a boat in my father's ocean. Only under his silent gaze can we hold our heads high.
Parents' love is like a tree.
When I was a child, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me sit on you! "
After school, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me take your leaves! "
Many years later, after you got married, you said to the tree, "Please give me your tree!" " "
When you are old, you see trees again. At that time, it was just a withered root!
This is the story of each of us. Trees are our parents!
A mother's love is like jade, a father's love is like gold! The love of parents is great!
Ii. The story of me and ... (300 words)
The first article: The story of me and the book [300 words]
Books are the ladder of human progress and the source of knowledge. I have many kinds of books, which broaden my horizons and give me endless knowledge.
One Friday afternoon, my mother gave me a set of Adventures of Tintin. After I got the book, I couldn't wait to open it and read it with relish. Unconsciously, half an hour passed, and I heard my mother calling, "Dinner!" " "I said dismissively," I'll watch it for a while. I'll be right there! ""After a while, my mother said eagerly, "Hurry up, the food is cold." I had no choice but to go to the table, wolfed down my meal and ran to the study to start reading. Mother asked strangely, "Why did you eat so little today?" I replied, "I haven't finished reading my book yet!" " "My mother had to say to my father," He's such a little book fan! " "
Since then, I will watch it for a while before going to bed every night, and sometimes I will take it to school.
Books are my good partners and teachers. I learned a lot from books and learned about this beautiful world. The book is my forever friends.
Chapter II: The Story of Me and the Book [300 words]
Every weekend, my mother and I borrow books from the children's library. I am very excited to see all kinds of books on the shelf. There are White Snake Biography, Yue Fei Biography, Journey to the West, Hundreds of Family Names, and Andersen's Fairy Tales ... My favorite is Pinocchio, so I can borrow it home.
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The book Pinocchio was written by Carlo. There are many touching plots in Collodi's works and stories. I felt Pinocchio's hard work of finding his father thousands of miles away. I saw the cunning of foxes and cats. I also saw Pinocchio touch the farmers with his sincere heart. I want to learn Pinocchio's spirit of never giving up.
Actually, I didn't like reading very much at first. Later, I saw the famous saying "reading is like a book, writing is like a god", which deeply touched me. I want to improve my composition and my consciousness by reading books.
Now I have become inseparable friends with books, which not only enriches my knowledge, but also makes me find the fun of my childhood in reading!
Chapter three: The story of me and the book.
[300 words]
In the past, I always liked reading comic books. My mother often advises me that "the best stories are often in words", but I don't agree.
On the weekend afternoon, my mother wants to take me to the bookstore to read, but I want to stay at home and watch TV. My mother said mysteriously, "Let's go to the bookstore to make money!" " ""really? I don't believe it! " I pouted, but I followed my mother to the bookstore. All kinds of books in the bookstore are dazzling, so I chose a detective novel and went to the teahouse of the bookstore to start reading.
The story of me and my relatives, more than 300 words.
My grandfather
I have a good grandfather. Look, it's my grandfather who is smoking in the chair.
Grandpa is tall, slightly hunched and thin! Dazzling hair and melancholy eyes, I can see that grandpa is annoyed again. Grandpa has countless wrinkles. ...
A few years ago, grandpa was admitted to the hospital for surgery because of his bad stomach. Looking at grandpa's face and body, grandpa kept stroking my cousin's head and mine. I don't know why I cried. Grandpa is still very strong to say to us: "I am healthy, don't worry, I am fine." In this way, grandpa's health gradually improved. But it didn't last long. Grandpa is ill again. I already knew at that time that the news was like a bolt from the blue.
I remember that cold winter when I suddenly had a fever. Grandpa willy-nilly, let people wrap me tightly in clothes and crustily skin of head ran to the hospital. I still remember that the wind pierced my grandfather's body like a needle that day, but he held me tightly, and he suddenly rushed to the enemy like a brave soldier ... When he arrived at the hospital, he was relieved that his grandfather was in a hurry and handed it over to the doctor. In the evening, Grandpa still spends a long time putting me to sleep, while Grandpa stays up late. ...
My grandpa, you are so kind! You care about me everywhere in your life, give me warm love, and I will love you deeply, my good grandfather.
Ⅳ The story composition between my family and me is 300 words.
In my memory, some unhappy things in the past will not stay in my mind, and most of them are happy things in my mind.
Speaking of happy things, I think of two short stories about the name wine. This is a short story between my family and me, which fully shows that I am a happy fruit in our family.
In other words, when I was young, I didn't know a few words, but I knew some simple words. One day, dad brought back a bottle of wine, saying it was for grandpa. I didn't know what it was at that time, so I asked my father. Father said, "This is a kind of wine called Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine". I didn't know what the word was, and I couldn't hear it clearly, so I said doubtfully, "Degenerate deer turtle wine"? My grandfather didn't fall down and drink any' deer turtle wine'. Besides, is' Degenerate Deer Turtle Wine' for people who have fallen? Is this wine made of fallen deer and turtles? "After this series of questions were asked, the whole family was puzzled and said a lot of messy words. Soon, I only heard the whole family laughing, and I couldn't help laughing. It was a burst of laughter. Ha ha. In this way, every time I buy' Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine', I will bring up this joke. But' Coconut Island Deer Turtle Wine' was not often bought, so it soon began to fade.
Two short stories about wine names, that's another story. Not long ago, it became a little slippery because of years of pouring water on the road. Grandma accidentally slipped and fell to the ground. I didn't know at first, but grandma told us at the dinner table, so I chimed in and said, "Grandma, you should drink the deer turtle wine now, hehe." Dad suddenly realized, and repeatedly replied: "People who fall like this will definitely not drink any more."
That's the story. In retrospect, it's really hard to forget.
Ⅳ The touching story composition of my mother and me is 300 words! Please hurry!
It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home. "Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart went dark, so I put my clothes on my head and rushed out. Just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but they all had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I both came directly from the office without an umbrella." "No, it's raining too hard. Both of them will get wet when they fight. I want to give this umbrella to Shi Hao. " Dad said quickly and held out his umbrella. "I want to have a fight with my father." Then I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.
In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before I left home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events suddenly gushed out, making me burst into tears.
Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away. I think maybe no one in the world will say that he doesn't love his parents, but can he say that he can fully repay his parents' love? Maybe it is far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it." I will never forget that my mother got up early in the morning to do morning exercises for me-life is too long, and this moment is happiness.
Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.
ⅵ Composition about family story description, about 300 words.
Composition 2: There is a faint taste called happiness.
There is a faint taste called happiness. That's all I can see. I finally know, in fact, she has always made me feel happy.
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My eyes, at that moment, fell on a pair of hands. ...
My mother took me to school.
I walked into the elevator with a heavy bag in my hand. But I don't think it weighs much. Maybe I'm waiting for someone to save me.
Mother locked the door in a hurry, followed the elevator and the door closed.
Mom saw the big bag in my hand and quickly took it. Maybe this is my waiting.
The elevator reached the first floor, the door opened and I went out. Behind him came the sound of the elevator door closing. I look back:
Mother leans over and her steps are a little messy. Her two hands are struggling to grasp the big bag, and the tendons in her hands are clearly visible. She seems to be angry with the heavy load and seems to be falling apart. Her hands kept changing places, as if to use the moment of communication to relieve stress. A few strands of hair slipped to her forehead, as if to cover her frowning brows soaked in sweat. ...
"Can I help you?"
"No, you go first." Can I help you? Yes, I did say that. This bag is mine, but I asked if I could help you.
We came to a road, the red light was flashing, and then we jumped on the yellow light.
Mother let go of a hand holding a handbag. She held me tightly with that hand, but I didn't hold her tightly. Obviously, I felt a deep dent in her hand. Did you leave it when you were carrying a bag? I really want to ask her if she hurts. But I know I won't tell.
On the school bus, my mother found a window seat. She pressed the bag on the seat next to me. I turned and looked out of the window.
She combed my hair with her hand. At that moment, my eyes fell on a pair of hands, dim, rough and tired. ...
Mom, when did your hands become like this?
I finally know that she tried to make me feel happy without reservation. At that moment, I understood, mom …
The school bus began to drive slowly, and your figure gradually blurred outside the window, vaguely seeing you waving to me.
My eyes once again fell on your hands, clear, I saw happiness. ...
Comments The author of this article firmly grasps the eye-catching point of "sight"-mother's hand, and connects familiar, ordinary and even small life scenes in series: mother carries my schoolbag and mother holds me.
When crossing the street, my mother chose a seat for me and cut my hair ... Behind those dull, rough and tired hands, there is a steady stream of maternal love and the author's strong happiness.
The description of this article is also more delicate, especially the paragraph where mom stepped out of the elevator and "What can I do for you?" Yes, I did say that. The bag is mine, but I asked, "Can I help you?" This inner monologue can't help but make people excited.
ⅶ The story composition of my parents and me is 300 words.
Of all the homework, what I hate most is endorsement. I still stutter every time I try my best, and I can't recite it. Therefore, every time there is an endorsement task, there will be a "war at home" in our family, and it is useless for mom and dad to beat about the bush.
One day, my father mysteriously said to me, "If you can recite the text at once, I will give you an unexpected gift."
I have no reason not to recite this mysterious gift. Finally, until one day my homework was to recite. I used to be lazy when I came home from school, reading newspapers and hanging around before doing my homework. Today is not like today. As soon as I got home, I took out my book and read it aloud, read it several times, then closed it, read it silently, and read it silently again. ...
For my father's gift, the next morning, before I got up, I recited it again and checked it again. Well, almost the same. I confidently said to my father, "I will. Please check." I recited it affectionately, haha! Dad nodded word for word and said with a smile, "All right!"
Great, I jumped three feet, looking forward to the stars and the moon. Finally, dad got off work, brought a beautiful little box and said with a smile, "Open it!" " "I excitedly opened the box. Wow! It turned out to be my dream MP5. I have wanted it for a long time. It can not only watch Big Wolf and Pleasant Goat, but also play games and listen to music. ...
During the winter vacation, I was inseparable from it and couldn't put it down. However, after school, I can only say goodbye to it. School hours are beyond my ability.
Not only did I have beautiful gifts, but more importantly, I learned how to recite them. As long as I work hard, I can do nothing wrong.
What a nice gift from dad!
ⅷ composition about family story description, about 300 words.
As the saying goes, "All happy families are similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way." But I want to say, "all unhappy families are similar, but every happy family has its own happiness." Our whole family-father, mother and I deeply feel that happiness exists, no matter how much money, no matter how high or low the status, it is not affected by environmental factors. It comes from our hearts and is our happy experience of every little thing.
I remember when I was a child, three people in my family were always divided into two factions. My mother and I are a faction, and wars often happen to my lonely father. I am about two years old, and my mother often tells me to hit my father. After listening to this, I will jump happily and slap my father. Dad grabbed me and told me to shout "Mom is not good". Instead, he would shout: "Dad is not good, Dad is not good ..."
One day, as soon as my father came home from work, he took out the wallet he bought at the night market to tease me. Wallets are brightly colored, beautifully patterned and intoxicating. I can't help reaching for it. But my father's hand holding the wallet held high, and the five fingers of the other hand opened and said, "Call me five good fathers!" " "This time I don't care so much, how to shout. When I took my wallet from my father and walked into my mother's arms and saw her wink at me, I immediately reacted and shouted, "Bad dad, bad dad ..."
Although such small wars often occur in our family, there is an inseparable family relationship between us. Our family lives on the fourth floor, and my father gets off work late every day. As soon as he stepped on the first floor steps, I could hear his footsteps and tell my mother, "Dad is back!" " "Mom said," my daughter has special functions! You have never heard the footsteps of so many people upstairs and downstairs. You heard the voice of your father so far away. The correct rate is 100%. "Originally, mother also heard. She later said to me, "Other people's steps are on the stairs, but your father's steps are in our hearts.". "
ⅸ The composition of "Home" is 300 words, centering on my family members, and making up stories about me and our family.
My mother in the kitchen wakes me up from my dream with pots and pans every day and takes me home from my dream.
Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat, and my mother is a sail, carrying Chen Chen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.
weekend
On weekends, I always want to sleep more, but my mother always wakes me up early. I am too fat, so I take me to do morning exercises.
"First, run around the community." Mom, don't talk while running.
"I don't want to run."
"Run." My mother glared at me and told me vividly.
" 12 1, 12 1 ..."
Finally, after the morning, I went home to do my homework. Mom and dad are busy eating lunch.
In the kitchen.
Pots and pans crackled, dad put the prepared materials into the pot, and mom was cooking delicious tomato and egg soup. I'm so greedy that my mouth is watering, so I have to tell myself silently that I'm almost ready, wait a little longer.
Haha, hot dishes are finally on the table, which makes my mouth water. I grabbed a sweet and sour sparerib and stuffed it in my mouth without washing my hands. Wow! It's so hot that I have to keep blowing. My dad saw it and went over and said that my little greedy cat asked for it. Who said I was greedy?
It's afternoon.
I watch TV, surf the Internet and read books with my parents. Sometimes my father will play chess with me, and my mother will speak a few words of English to improve my English.
In a blink of an eye, it's dinner time again. Mom and Dad went to cook.
In the moonlight
Walking in the moonlight is a very pleasant thing. My father's left hand and my mother's right hand hook my hand to form a harmonious family, and we are all laughing.
Dreams are so sweet
I fell asleep with sweet memories.
final result
In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.