Emotional topic composition

In our daily life, we always touch or use composition. With the help of composition, we can vent our emotions and adjust our mood. So, how to write a composition? The following are six essays on family topics that I have compiled for you, hoping to help you.

On weekdays, I always feel normal when I see my parents cooking lunch for their children, and I don't feel the kind of affection that others say. It was not until that personal experience that I deeply realized the kind of affection they said.

This is the day of winter vacation. Dad promised to have lunch with me, but after lunch time, there was still no sign of dad. I started doing my homework in the living room. The wind outside made the tin on the windowsill creak. Suddenly, the phone at home rang. That's dad on the other end of the phone. His voice was mixed with wind, which sounded a little vague. What he said probably means that the car broke down and is now being repaired in the Xin circuit garage. I apologize for not being able to keep the appointment. After I put the phone down, I heard a gust of wind again, and I couldn't help thinking about my father's present situation. The idea of sending my father food sprouted in my heart.

I went to the kitchen, heated yesterday's leftovers and put them in the lunch box. At this moment, I gradually felt the concern of parents for their children. I took a bus to my destination, got off the bus and kept looking for my father, and finally found him in a garage. His hair fluttered freely in the wind and looked a little old. I hurried to my father's side and called him. He looked up in surprise and said, "Yu Zhe, why are you here?" I smiled and said, "I'm here to deliver your meal." Hearing this, he sternly scolded, "Who sent you? What if I have a cold? " Just then, my stomach kept sending out signals. "It seems that you haven't eaten. Let's make do here together! " Dad said. He opened the lunch box and found that the food was cold, but it didn't affect our eating. We take turns eating.

Cold dishes become warm in our mouths, and strong winds make us feel like spring breeze.

Affection topic composition 2 Affection is ordinary and ordinary, which is condensed by the most ordinary bits and pieces in life. But sometimes some small things make me ignore that this is actually family.

This Sunday, I am very excited, because the school will organize a spring outing next Wednesday. I've been thinking about what to prepare and how much to pay since morning. Is it fun to go there? When I was going to learn to write Chinese calligraphy, I quickly packed my utensils. When I was leaving, my mother repeatedly told me if I had left anything behind. I shook my head to show that I was ready and complained that my mother was always worried.

It's a beautiful day today. My parents walked me to school. Just as I was about to step into the school gate, I took my father's bag and found that I had forgotten my painting and calligraphy felt. Mom was very happy just now. After listening to this, her face suddenly sank and she said angrily, "How many times have I told you not to forget things? I just remind you, where did you say your soul went? " Looking at my mother's long face, I really regret that I was absent-minded when I was sorting out brush supplies just now. But my father said, "It's normal for a child. Doby, you write first, and my father will get it for you later. " My mother was even more angry when she saw my father protecting me: "It's all your habits, and it's all your bad habits." Seeing that my mother was going to lose her temper, my father quickly sent me to school. But I know that for this matter, mom and dad will definitely quarrel again. When I tried to write with cardboard as a painting felt, my father sent me a painting felt. Seeing my father panting, I thought: Dad is still good to me.

When I was writing Chinese calligraphy, I was still wondering why my mother was so angry with me. Think again before, my mother's strictness to me has never changed, whether in study or in life. Sometimes I'm afraid of her, but I don't have the strictness of my mother, only the love of my father. In fact, my mother will only get angry when I make such a "problem".

In fact, this is family! Mom sometimes gets angry because I am her daughter and she doesn't want me to be careless. And my father is not angry, and because I am his daughter, he will forgive my little mistake and take the trouble to send me a painting and calligraphy blanket.

My mother's strictness and my father's tolerance are all family ties, which make me love as always.

In August of the lunar calendar, the pace of autumn has accelerated: the sky is high, the clouds are light, the leaves are yellow, many flowers have withered, crickets are chirping in the grass, and colorful chrysanthemums are in full bloom. Everything in nature, year after year. However, just this autumn, I also found something in the world that will never change from the scene of family life. ...

On the afternoon of Mid-Autumn Festival, I came home from school and just arrived at my door, I smelled the fragrance of the food floating out. I put down my bag and looked at the table. Wow, what a sumptuous banquet: roast chicken, sauced duck, sweet and sour pork ribs, jellyfish head … a table full! This is the Mid-Autumn Festival dinner carefully prepared by my grandparents for us. Seeing so many delicious dishes, I can't wait to eat them.

During the dinner, I toasted my grandpa, grandma, aunt and uncle respectively. My aunt has been busy taking care of my cousin, who is only in grade one. My grandfather is busy picking vegetables for me, and my grandmother keeps telling everyone to eat more. A sumptuous banquet was swept away in the laughter of the whole family.

As soon as we got off work, my cousin and I went to the balcony to enjoy the moon. Somehow, the moon tonight is particularly round and bright, just like a bright jade plate hanging in the sky. At this time, grandpa brought some big red pomegranates. Pearly agate pomegranate seeds, sweet and sour taste, really can't put it down. Before I finished tasting pomegranate, my mother held out another box of moon cakes. Some golden moon cakes are put in small flower baskets, and some are packed in boats, just like exquisite handicrafts. While eating moon cakes, I asked my mother, "Did you have so much delicious food on Mid-Autumn Festival when you were a child?" Mother shook her head and said with a smile, "At that time, we celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival. Mooncakes are supplied by ticket, and each family has only a few pieces. My parents-in-law have been saving it for us. Alas! I don't know how my parents-in-law who are far away from home spent the night? " At this time, grandpa stared at the sky and said to himself, "Yes, I wonder if grandpa is at home?"

When I heard my grandparents' words, my heart was deeply shocked, and I couldn't help thinking of Wang Wei's poem "I miss my relatives twice during the festive season". Although our society is constantly changing and our life is constantly changing, the most precious affection in the world has never changed. It will be handed down from generation to generation forever. ...

This is what I found in my heart this autumn. This discovery seems to have made me grow a lot.

On the way to pick me up from school, my mother suddenly received a phone call from my aunt, saying that my grandmother was ill in hospital. Hearing the news, my heart suddenly tightened and my tears almost didn't flow out.

My calm mother became furious. She rode her bike as fast as she could, as if she had forgotten the traffic rules she usually told me and ignored the endless traffic. My mother and I have flown to grandma.

When we arrived at the hospital, the whole family gathered around the bed and looked at grandma's closed eyes and painful expression. I couldn't help crying. "Wow, Grandma, what's wrong with you?" Grandpa, who has always been majestic, frowned and held me tightly in his arms. I felt grandpa's inner anxiety from his trembling hands.

Since then, grandma has lost the ability to take care of herself, and the laughter at home has gone with her. Everyone walks very lightly, for fear of disturbing the sick grandmother. Grandpa also resigned from a well-paid job he finally found after retirement. Every time he eats, he personally ties an apron on his grandmother, blows away the hot air with a spoonful, and then feeds it to her. At this time, grandpa also told a few jokes from time to time to make everyone happy, but I also saw his grandfather trying to laugh. I have seen him turn around many times to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes.

My mother takes me home every afternoon, then goes to my grandmother's house and comes back very late. From my mother's bloodshot eyes, I also deeply realized how much pain my mother suffered.

Although grandma is seriously ill, grandpa said that even if there is a one percent chance, we should make 100 percent efforts, even if we lose everything for it.

This is great care, this is great affection!

I believe grandma will get better, and I believe that love can work miracles!

The mother in memory is always omnipotent. She can meet all my needs.

Mom peeled crabs for grandma and I peeled them for myself. Suddenly, my mother asked me, "Is the crab delicious?" While chewing the crab, I casually replied, "Hmm." I wonder why my mother didn't eat crabs while they were hot, but said something meaningless. I couldn't help looking up at her, only to find that she looked at me with a very complicated look. There was hesitation, determination, expectation and a trace of fear in that eye. Finally, she spoke again and said in an uneasy tone, "When I get old, will you peel crabs for me?" Suddenly I feel sore nose and hot eyes. The shredded ginger I just swallowed is so spicy! Mom's words made me feel a little scared. Isn't it time for a mother like Superman to need help from others? Today, he thought of relying on me, and I suddenly felt a sense of fear.

For as long as I can remember, my mother is like a thick wall in my mind. I was tired, and she let me rely on it until I got back on the road. When the snow comes at me, she will let me hide until the snow stops and the sun comes out. Occasionally, I will touch the years and the scars left on my wall and silently appreciate this wall. However, I never thought about adding some bricks or painting some bright colors to this feeling. I just shake the dust off her body before I leave. She never complains, but always accepts what I have done to her willingly. I lean against the wall, and I hope she will stand there forever, always so solid. In this way, I will always have a place where I can do anything. Even if I fall, I can stand up again by holding the root of the wall; Even if I am alone, I won't feel lonely. Because there is a warm support in my heart.

Peeling the crab silently, when the crab meat was full of crab shells, I handed my mother both hands, only to find that she also handed me a piece of crab shell meat. She took the crab meat, thanked me in surprise, and immediately gave my hand to my grandmother, letting her eat while letting me eat. My eyes are blurred. Mom protects us separately. She carries the attachment and love of both of us. Mother is the Great Wall, feel the affection.

Affection topic composition 6' s contribution to many people's affection may be a trivial matter or a major event. However, the simplest companionship is often overlooked.

The ever-changing scientific and technological reality has illuminated countless scientific and technological "filial piety". Being with parents seems as difficult as telling parents "I love you" in public. In fact, many people want company. So are our seemingly indestructible parents.

At noon yesterday, the sun was shining desperately, and the earth was obviously like a baked biscuit. The deep ringing of my mobile phone just pulled me out of the cool air-conditioned room. The reason is: when my mother went to work by bike, her belt broke and now she is on the side of the road. When I arrived, I thought I was going to do something, but my mother said that she had contacted the mechanic and would come soon. The car can't be pushed. I'll wait here now and go to work later. So it's none of my business. Then why did I come? I muttered to myself. Looking at the streets where cars are coming and going, I suddenly have an idea of "if I am alone". Yes, everything a person does seems lonely, especially in the busy street. So I began to keep asking my mother to break the silence.

In fact, my mother, like many people, doesn't seem like Superman in my eyes, but after all, she is not Superman and doesn't exist.

Perhaps in some cases, the advice of ten thousand frogs is not as good as the silent company of a toad.

Stay with your family, stay with your family.