Every night, our family has a warm-up exercise before going to bed-hula hoop. The owner of the hula hoop is mom. Look at her. She clasped the spring-like hula hoop with both hands, threw it at her body and twisted her slender waist. Tri-color hula hoop flies around her, as if her mother is surrounded by a circle of colorful clouds. How beautiful! Even the father who watched TV with relish was attracted. I praised and applauded again and again, and my mother's face smiled into a flower.
Mom was tired, so she asked me to exercise. I repeatedly refused: "I can't turn, I can't turn ..." Dad heckled: "I am so fat that I can turn, but you can't?" I had to bite the bullet and pick up the hula hoop and start spinning. My ass is twisted and my stomach is twisted, reminiscent of the brown bear in the zoo. My mother looked at me funny and couldn't help laughing. I was so angry that I simply stopped playing. I pulled my father with the remote control in my hand and dragged him to the hula hoop without mercy to make him turn. Dad tried to play tricks and slip away, but I stopped him with one hand. Dad had no choice but to have the cheek to take the hula hoop.
I saw my father spread his legs, took a deep breath, opened his mouth wide, then threw it to the right with all his strength, raised his hand to his chest, twisted his belly first, and then the whole body began to twist, and the hula hoop was thrown out of shape. How long has it been! I laughed my head off and accidentally slipped off the sofa. I sat on the ground and couldn't help laughing! Dad turned around and his face was red. Mother lay on the sofa, clutching her stomach, laughing till tears came out. The family was immersed in a happy atmosphere. ...
There are many stories in my family, but they all have a common taste-happiness!
I have a warm home, and all kinds of interesting stories happen every day. Sour, sweet, bitter and spicy. Do you want to hear my story? Then let me talk about it!
I have a happy family, very friendly. Often full of happy laughter. One day, Teacher Gu said, "The school will hold a triathlon competition, including my favorite shuttlecock kicking." I am very happy. I pestered my mother to buy a pink shuttlecock after school. I ran home and kicked it at once. Unfortunately, I kicked one, dropped one, and couldn't kick one after several kicks. But I didn't lose heart. I still played hard. Just when I was in high spirits and full of joy, my mother shouted, "Come and eat, stop kicking." I reluctantly finished my meal in a hurry and was about to continue the "fight". My father came over and said, "I will tell you the origin of shuttlecock, and you will gain knowledge while resting. In the history of our country, many cities and villages have the custom of kicking shuttlecock, which even became a" New Year's Day "activity. Chengde beyond the Great Wall has the reputation of "the hometown of kicking shuttlecock". In the past, almost every family had a shuttlecock and everyone could kick it. When the new year comes, people flock to play badminton in the street. For a time, butterflies danced and seemed to smell the news of spring. This activity is healthy and interesting. More importantly, it is rooted in the people and lasts for thousands of years. Then he threw the shuttlecock into the air, "Look at me", because he threw the shuttlecock too far and missed it. I couldn't help laughing at my dad's clumsiness. My mother heard the laughter and immediately ran over and kicked it carefully. I suddenly seem to have found the feeling and essentials. Let me do it, I said loudly! I use my eyes and feet, pay attention to coordination and master the rhythm. One, two, three ... I kicked thirty-nine in one breath! Mom and dad clap their hands. Our home is like an ocean of joy!
This is my family story, isn't it interesting? Living in my house, interesting things happen every day. These things are strung into a wind chime. When the whirlwind of memory blows, the crisp sound of wind chimes always rings in my ear. ...
Chapter 3: My story composition is 600 words. On the snow-white wall of my living room, there is a family portrait. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair, all smiles. Hey, who's that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. I took a flower to promote blooming and sat between my parents. Everyone's expression in the photo shows all kinds of stories that happened in my family. Do you want to know?
Different fathers
Dad is a computer teacher, and he is not neat at all. Every morning I can see a lock of hair sticking up at the back of his head, like a cannon. But he paid no attention to his "glorious image" at all. Dad is serious in front of others and has no sense of humor. But when I got home, I was "presumptuous", and a witticism came out of his mouth, which made my mother and I stand up straight.
One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. My father jumped out of bed with a "Ah", dressed quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and shouted, "It's too late, too late, too late …" Then he grabbed the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother was quite calm and said, "He will be back soon." I was wondering when my father came back panting and said with a funny expression, "Oh, I really have no memory." Today is Saturday. " I almost choked.
A helpful mother
My mother is cheerful, lively and generous, and sometimes she really feels like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often helps her neighbors carry rice and throw garbage.
One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying for her mother. Her mother saw it and rushed to the little girl and said, "Little friend, can't you find your mother?" "... mom ... no ... it's gone. "The little girl cried. Mother took the little girl by the hand and said, "Auntie, will you take you to your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the reception desk, asked her mother's name and called her mother by radio. We waited at the reception for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I want to go, but my mother still stood at the front desk waiting for the little girl's mother, and she didn't take me to continue shopping until the little girl's mother came.
I love the environment.
Under the cultivation of my parents, I changed from introverted as a child to lively and cheerful. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it at will. I often pick up the rubbish on the street and throw it into the dustbin.
Once, my good friend and I saw several middle school students picking green leaves on the branches at will, making the originally dense trees bare. I was just about to stop when my friend grabbed me and said, "They are so big, what should I do if they hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, that is, destroying our home. We are right, don't be afraid of mistakes. " So I went up to them and said, "Big Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. " Hearing this, the middle school student blushed and said, "You are right, little friend, thank you." Say that finish and leave in a hurry. I think it would be nice if everyone could protect the environment.
Look, this is my family story. A unique father, a helpful mother and I who care for the environment make up this happy family. I love my home.