① The family is the blue sky, I am the bird, without it I will not be able to fly; the family is the raindrops, I am the grass, without it I will not be able to grow; the family is the sunshine, I am the sapling, without it I won't be able to grow. The state has national laws, schools have school rules, and families have family traditions.

In the United States, a naughty boy chopped down one of his father's cherry trees with a beautiful hatchet given to him by his father. My father was very angry when he saw his beloved tree being cut down. Although the child was frightened when he saw that he was in trouble, he was a child who did not lie, so he admitted his mistake in front of his angry father. The father was moved and said happily: "My good son, Dad would rather lose a thousand cherry trees than you tell a lie. Dad forgives the honest child. However, you can never cut down trees casually again." This honest child was George Washington. Perhaps it was this honest character that made Washington the first great president in American history.

In my family, my parents often taught me to be a person who is not greedy for money and is not greedy for money. This sentence is deeply rooted in my heart, but when I was a child, I didn’t understand what it meant.

One day when I was six years old, a little sister from my uncle’s family came to my house to play. After playing for a long time, my uncle took her away. On the sofa at home, a jade statue necklace fell there. Being sharp-eyed, I immediately ran to sit down and pretended to watch TV. I held the remote control panel in one hand and kept reaching back to take the necklace with the other hand. As soon as I touched the necklace, I ran to the room and hid it secretly. While I was having dinner, although my face was calm, my heart was uneasy. My father and mother seemed to see through my mind and asked me repeatedly what happened. I hesitantly told my parents the whole story. My father first put the bowl on the table with a bang. I shouted loudly: "Bring the necklace right away!" I was frightened by my father's roar and cried, and I quickly ran into the house and took it out. My mother took the necklace and said to me sincerely: "As a human being, you must pick up gold and return it to the owner no matter where you picked it up. Otherwise, the owner will be worried. You must put yourself in other people's shoes." I didn't understand. The nodded. The mother returned the necklace to the little girl, and she thanked her profusely. The uncle also praised me full of praise, but I lowered my head in shame.

The family is the nursery and the children are the seedlings. Family tradition is like raindrops. It sneaks into the night with the wind and moistens things silently. Only when the seedlings are moistened by rain and dew can they grow healthily. Children can excel only if they are influenced by a good family tradition.

② Probably both parents are intellectuals. My father, who is a senior engineer, will use "study first" as his mantra, and my mother, who is a teacher, will often say "you should be polite and polite". These two "holy edicts" that made my ears calluses can also be said to be my family tradition.

For as long as I can remember, whenever visitors come, I will see my parents smiling and receiving guests gracefully. So, it was either a sweet and delicious meal, or a lofty talk about "what's the matter". My brother and I did not ask or speak, but answered all questions. The adults did not interrupt when speaking, and the adults did not serve the table when eating. As a result, we won praise from the guests: "Your children are really sensible." "It's different." But usually, my naughty brother and I would "make mistakes" from time to time. For example, I put a hairpin on my sleeping dad and combed two beautiful pigtails. Then my mother rushed us all to the toilet or balcony with a broom in hand. You can still hear my dad yelling: "How dare you do this to the emperor?" Breaking ground on the head."

Although it was the 1990s, due to the influence of feudal consciousness, my father always used some feudal education methods to control us. But it is these educational methods that enable my brother and I, who are born cheap, to always be at the top of our studies. At night, there was no sound of clattering mahjong playing or shaking of the earth, only the rustling of my brother and I doing homework and the sound of my parents turning over books and newspapers. Sometimes, the whole family will get red-faced over a math problem. But after all, it was feudal education, so all the closed policies appeared! They were not allowed to listen to the radio and were not allowed to go out to play on holidays. They seemed to want my brother and me to become nerds. No, even extracurricular books can only be peeked in the toilet or under the quilt. I really wanted to say to my father: "It's the 1990s, and the outdated education methods should be changed." But I was afraid of my father's majesty, so I always swallowed the words when they came to my lips.

This is my family tradition, with pros and cons.

But I firmly believe that as the times progress, the family tradition of the new era will settle in my family. My family will become more fulfilling and better!

③My home is the harbor of my life and the home of my emotions. When the wind and rain come, I quietly hide in your arms. Home is the boundless grassland, and I am the horse running freely on the grassland. Home, you are the charcoal fire in the cold winter.

I am an upright and sunny girl, and my life is full of colors. Red is my mother’s enthusiasm, blue is my father’s tolerance, and green is my upright young brother and I. Mother's enthusiasm is like the bright sunshine, spreading her enthusiasm all the time. In the twelfth lunar month of winter, my mother's passion is like a fire in the ground.

Dad’s tolerance is like the sun in a world of ice and snow. My father once said to me: “My child, when you make a mistake, as long as you dare to admit it, I will be the first to forgive you.”

When I was young, I belonged to the pure green light, the green was dazzling, the green was shining. My brother and I were a growing little tree. My father and mother were the sun that warmed the little tree and gave them Care for them, give them support, and give them encouragement. My brother and I are stars in the vast night sky. Dad and Mom are the vast universe. There were two shining stars in the night sky. If they were there or not, it was my brother and I playing hide and seek.

Parents are their children’s first teachers. Hull from the United States once said: "The love of parents for their children is always better than the love of children for their parents." Sometimes a mother's advice is also a sign of love for her children; sometimes a father's words are also a warm current, Throughout the whole body; sometimes a brother's unintentional words are also a sign of care and love. When you make a mistake, your family is the first to forgive you. Home, a warm stove; home, an alluring word; home, a poetic spring. Everywhere is full of life. Home, my stove, the spring I yearn for.

I love my home.

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