I live in a family full of warmth, tolerance and happiness. My parents are both university teachers. I was born at 8 o'clock in the morning, and they gave me a very distinctive name-XXX. They very much hope that I can grow up full of vitality and happiness like the rising sun.

For some reason, I have been particularly interested in all kinds of cars since I was a child. Whenever I have the opportunity to go shopping with my mother, I can't help chasing after the car and smelling the strong smell of gasoline until I am too tired to run. I especially like taking the bus, too. I have taken buses, double-decker buses, vans, jeeps and cars. And every time I try to sit by the window, I will greedily stare at all kinds of vehicles coming and going on the road and think: when can I drive one of them and experience the fun of driving by myself? Besides, I also like to collect all kinds of toy cars. At that time, the economic conditions at home were not very good. Nevertheless, my parents scrimped and saved, and bought me many car toys and an assembly road. When I have nothing to do, I will assemble roads with different structures and shapes and fill them with different types of handlebars. Driving these cars has become my greatest pleasure.

In a blink of an eye, I have entered the first grade of primary school. Most children my age in my class are forced by their parents to learn this and that. My parents are very tolerant of me. Once my mother asked me what I wanted to learn. Because I like painting at ordinary times, I thought about it and told my mother that I wanted to learn to paint. Mom and dad were very happy at that time and immediately bought crayons, colored pens, drawing paper and so on. So I drew it with great interest. ...

Many parents of children my age are eager for their children to succeed. They don't consider children's wishes at all, impose their wishes on them, and force them to learn piano or something. Reluctantly, they are forced to practice the piano every day and have to learn this and that. In the face of their parents' indifferent expression, they were so "abused" by their parents at a young age, and I really feel wronged for them. I am much luckier than them. My parents never force me. I draw a picture when I am interested. Over time, my paintings have improved a lot unconsciously, and I often get praise from my parents! composition

This is my family. In this warm, tolerant and lucky family, I am growing up healthily and happily.

My story composition is about 800 words.

If my life is compared to the sea, family is a stream that flows into the ocean;

If my life is compared to a day, my family is like a cloud dotted with blue sky;

If I compare my life to a piece of paper, my family will be filled with white paper of various colors.

My family is a big family full of joy. Although not rich, sometimes there will be a "financial crisis", and even worse, a "world war" will break out. But I still like it and often add more colors to it.

"Come on, how do you spell this word?" Mother's cry of killing pigs came from the study. I was already ready to go, and when I heard the cry for help, I flew to the study with lightning speed. After a while, my "Chunchun Teaching Method" came out in the study. "This word is pinyin, alas, that word is not typed like this!" After several rounds, I was exhausted and dizzy, thanks to my mother's stone head. Maybe you don't understand. What's going on here? Listen to me.

As the saying goes: "People who can't use computers in 2 1 century are semi-illiterate." Hearing this sentence, my father and I immediately sounded the alarm. My mother knows nothing about computers. At this rate, she will become a great illiterate in the 22 nd century. This matter is very urgent. My father and I joined hands to start the "Great Action to Save Modern Illiteracy". After a month of stumbling, my mother finally learned something and didn't waste our painstaking education.

At the end of the month, the monthly exam kicked off. After clearing his throat, Dad looked serious: "It's finally the day. This is a matter of success or failure. Please cheer for this student. " Mom looked confident and said, "No problem!" Then, a crackling keyboard knock sounded, and in a few minutes, an 800-word article was finished by my mother. We immediately froze. God, I can't believe my eyes. I am a good boy. In the following time, my mother became more and more brave and happy, and her level made a qualitative leap. I can't help but feel relieved. A month's hard work was finally in vain. For this reason, I smiled from ear to ear for several days and felt happy and happy.

If someone asks me what happiness is? I will not hesitate to answer that happiness is nothing more than this home. I will keep it in my heart and savor its fragrance. I am happy to share my parents' joys and sorrows.

This is my home, a happy home; This is the story of my family, a story full of happiness.

Three donation stories around me, 800-word composition

Books are our mentor and friend, and they are also the ladder for us to move forward. Books let me know how to be filial to my parents, let me know how to cherish time, and at the same time let me learn a lot of extracurricular knowledge. Last week, I swam in the colorful sea of books and unconsciously stepped into the threshold of "literature". Here I see a book called Why Time Can't Go Back. I found this book so attractive that I couldn't put it down, so I bought it. I can't wait to read this book when I get home. Reading this book, every sentence is the compass of parents, the motivation of children's gratitude, and the call of family; Reading this book may be the awakening of tears, the turning point of courage, and the combination of wisdom and luck. The author's experience of Why Time Can't Go Back tells me that filial piety can't wait. Because of this, it is a pity that the author couldn't go back to his hometown to see her for the last time when his mother died. Therefore, filial piety to parents should start from an early age, because time can't go back. Once you lose it, you may be sad for life. We should not only cherish the happiness around us, but also cherish the time. Because "an inch of time and an inch of gold are hard to buy." Cherishing time means cherishing your own life. One more second can do one more thing. This is the biggest inspiration after I read the book Why Time Can't Go Back.

Write a composition of 800 words to 1000 words on the topic of "respect for the elderly around me"

Respect the elderly and start from the side. In our country, the tradition of caring for the elderly has been formed in primitive society. For thousands of years, respecting and loving the elderly has been passed down from generation to generation as a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Everyone has a young age and an old age. When we were young, we got the love of our parents; In their later years, all the old people are eager to be taken care of by their children. The kindness of parents is something we can't repay all our lives. It is the duty of children to respect the elderly and honor their parents. In China, there are many stories about celebrities respecting the elderly. 1959, after Chairman Mao returned to Shaoshan, his hometown after a 32-year absence, he invited the old people in Shaoshan to dinner and toasted one by one. When Chairman Mao proposed a toast to his teenage teacher Mao Yuzhu, the old man Mao Yuzhu quickly stood up and said, "Chairman, how dare you propose a toast!" " Chairman Mao went on to say, "It is right to respect the elderly!"

Celebrities set many good examples for us to respect the elderly. As descendants, we should continue to inherit and carry forward the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation. Our parents are around us every day, caring for our grandparents with action and love. It is our greatest happiness that they can live a long and healthy life. So I said, respect for the elderly should start with us.

From this, I remembered something that happened not long ago. It was last Sunday afternoon. I finished the reporter interest class, got on the bus and was ready to go home. When the bus arrived at Vantage Square, an old man with gray hair came over. She had a plastic bag in her hand and put it on the ground trembling. Then she grabbed the tractor with her hand and stood in front of me about two seats. At this time, I couldn't sit still, so I quickly went to my grandmother and said to her, "Grandma, go sit in my seat!" " "Now that the bus has started, I can only hold her and walk slowly to my seat. The old woman kept holding my hand and said to me with a big smile, "Thank you! Good boy! "Holding grandma's hand, I didn't let go until the station, and my heart was warmer than ever. ...

Dear students, as long as we all respect the elderly consciously, everyone starts from ourselves and the little things around us, and regards respecting and loving the elderly as a conscious act, then I believe that this society can develop steadily and harmoniously, and the traditional virtues of the Chinese nation will be passed down from generation to generation and carried forward.

Five touching stories in the family (800-word composition)

There is a saying that "the people who have helped you are often the people who have been helped by you". We should help each other, understand each other and care about each other in life. Although it has been a long time, it still makes me unforgettable and moved.

Today, I will tell you a true story that happened around me. Mother is a census taker in the sixth census. Of course, it is necessary to remember the once-in-a-decade event, and it is also necessary to take pictures. No, my mother took some pictures of aunts laughing with her camera and took them to the photo studio for development. The boss there told him to pick it up on Sunday. One day has passed, two days have passed ... finally it's Sunday, really! My mother and I happily went to get the photos. As soon as we entered the room, my mother took out the photo ticket. Uncle saw it, bowed his head in embarrassment, and his Adam's apple moved up and down like a mistake. He said shyly, "I ... I forgot to wash it." I am really sorry. " I see my uncle seems to have sweat on his forehead. He stood there motionless as if waiting for his mother's criticism. I was angry, as if we didn't pay, why didn't we wash it ... However, my mother didn't get angry and said with a smile, "It doesn't matter, you have a lot of business here, and it's normal to forget other people's business occasionally. I'll come back in a few days." The uncle's nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot and said "thank you for understanding" again and again.

I don't understand. He didn't develop our photos. Why isn't mom angry? Out of the door of the photo studio, I couldn't wait to ask my mother, "Why aren't you angry with that uncle?" Mom said calmly, "He didn't wash it out. He was angry and didn't wash it out. This is an unchangeable fact. Besides, even if he took it a few days late, it didn't cause us much loss. He already knows that he is wrong. Everyone will make mistakes sometimes, so making mistakes is not terrible. Just correct it. Mom hopes that when you embark on the road of life, you accidentally make a mistake and get forgiveness from others. "

I was moved by my mother's words. Long live understanding! To understand each other and think more about others, the contradiction will be solved. Today, my mother gave me a nearly perfect education class. I was moved by this education class, and I learned a lot: put up with being calm for a while, take a step back, learn to put yourself in the other's shoes, be calm when something happens, and choose the most appropriate way to solve the problem. In this way, you will be respected, forgiven and moved when you make mistakes!

There are many truths in life, you can find them with your heart; There are many small things in life, and I am moved everywhere. Learn to be tolerant and understanding, and walk with me happily.

Six "My Mom's Story" high school composition is 800 words.

After emigrating, I have been busy learning English steadily for a long time. I call home once every two weeks. At first, my mother answers the phone. Even though I didn't know where the other end of the phone was and who was on the phone, she asked me if I was cold or warm. Gradually, however, only big brother and big sister came to answer the phone. Mom couldn't understand what was said on the phone and couldn't bear to answer it.

I worry about seeing my mother for the last time every year. I deeply regret that I can't be filial to my side. Now that I'm in a foreign country, I'll go wherever I say.

Last year, my eldest brother said on the phone that my mother's health seemed to be improving, and he also mentioned my youngest son from time to time, chanting when he would see me again. Mom also asked me if I was not married. There is a beautiful girl in the east village. I know I remember that time when I didn't want to get married in the countryside against her will. Only that time, my mother didn't cry or scold me. She said that she knows how big my heart is, and it is not difficult for you to be a mother. I cried on the phone. I feel as if she has been sticking to her life. She wants to see me in her lifetime and leave me no regrets. She insisted that I find a good girl to marry.

I want to take time to go back to China this year, and then go back to that small village and my mother's side. I want to find a good girl to go home with me and see my mother together.

Seven 800-word compositions. Stories about me and my family.

The Story of Me and My Family-Checkers Wars

Checkers is one of my hobbies. When I am free, I like to play some games with my family. Grandpa is a strong opponent. Every time I fight with him, he always comes back defeated.

But I was unwilling, so I once again launched a "challenge" to Grandpa, and Grandpa readily agreed. So it is convenient for two people to "go to war"-

Our side is yellow, and grandpa's side is blue. At the beginning, there was not much movement on both sides, just moving forward carefully in small steps. I don't have the patience Before my grandfather shows his "real skill", I can borrow a chess piece that jumps out first and move a chess piece to the center of the board. creek

Grandpa was overjoyed. He jumped across the street with this chess piece and was about to invade our territory. Feeling that something was wrong, I quickly "dispatched troops" to block the way of this piece. Who knows, grandpa found a detour from there, only heard "snapped" a few times, and firmly "sat" in the middle of our site.

I suddenly panicked, so "fighting and retreating" blocked grandpa's soldiers, but it was not the way. See my grandfather's chess pieces-five out of ten have been comfortably "sitting" on our chessboard. No, it's not like this. Might as well start attacking. So, we "jumped" to the front, and the chess pieces were in front.

Grandpa is not to be outdone. He stopped me from advancing and attacked me. I am so angry! What should I do? What should I do? I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around.

Huh? How come there is a grandpa's pawn in the innermost part! Ha ha! This piece is almost surrounded by our chess pieces, and there is only one way out. As long as I block this road ... hey hey! With a bad smile, I mobilized this piece and completely blocked Grandpa's piece. ...

Grandpa suddenly blindsided.

Love the old and be filial. Write an 800-word composition from me.

"Respecting and loving the elderly" is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, the precious spiritual wealth passed down by our ancestors, and the embodiment of the civilization and progress of our country and nation.

Throughout the ages, people who have achieved something have this noble quality. Marshal Chen Yi, who made great contributions to the founding of New China, never changed his son status, went home to visit his mother and washed diapers for his paralyzed mother. As a national leader, grandpa, the chief architect of reform and opening up, has no filial piety to Gao, and takes care of his stepmother like a biological mother. For decades, he was handed down from generation to generation like a great man.

As young pioneers in the new century, how should we inherit and carry forward this glorious tradition?

There are many things around us: some students talk about "respecting and loving the old", but their actions are just the opposite. Living at home with clothes to reach out and food to open your mouth, you will be furious with your elders as long as something goes wrong. Can you imagine that a person can love others even if he doesn't love his elders?

Kong Fansen, a Tibetan aid cadre, was selected by the Party organization to enter Tibet. He regards Tibetans as his relatives. Once, he went to the nursing home to visit the old man and found that his shoes were broken. He saw the old man's feet, which were red and swollen with cold, and quickly held them in his arms. Knowing that his life in Tibet was very hard, his family kept asking people to send dried vegetables and some nutrients, which Kong Fansen gave to the elderly in the nursing home. I often pickle rice and cook steamed bread. Isn't Kong Fansen's touching story an interpretation of the virtue of "always serving me and always serving the people"? A virtuous person should respect not only his own old people, but also the old people in society.

"Respect and love the elderly" is not an empty slogan, but a small move, a thoughtful word and a knowing smile. We should respect the elderly with true feelings, respect the elderly with true love and help the elderly with practical actions. Start from the side, start from me.

Dear students, let's work together, for the warmth of the world, for the smiles of the elderly, and for creating a social fashion of respecting and loving the elderly!

Nine composition: the story of the old man around me is 800 words.

Zhao Nanjie | Release date: 2014-09-1219: 21:23.

There are many admirable old people around us, including cleaners, teachers, doctors and so on.

But what I admire most is just an old man who collects junk. I remember once, I went to the park with three classmates and found that the bus card was missing after playing. When we were looking for it in a hurry, a kind old man asked us if we had lost anything. We said, Grandpa, did you find the bus card? Grandpa said he couldn't find it, so we left disappointed. ...

The next day, grandpa found our school and gave a bus card he found to a teacher in our school. When I saw this scene, I felt extremely proud, because I was proud of having such an amiable grandfather in the city where we live. When I saw my amiable grandfather several times later, I thought to myself: If only my grandfather were such an amiable person, at the same time, I also want this amiable grandfather to be my grandfather. Hee hee.

There are many such old people around us. Please respect them!