Write a composition about laughing at home.

What kind of home is your home? Is it full of laughter? The following are the home punchline compositions collected by me and all of us. Welcome to read the reference.

I have a happy and warm home, which is full of laughter.

A few weeks ago, my mother bought some big and sweet apples, and our family ate them with relish. However, before we finished eating, mother put the oranges in the kitchen. A few days later, we took it out to eat again. As soon as I took it out, my parents scrambled to eat a big apple. I'm surprised. They usually give me a big one. A glance at that orange suddenly made me realize. It turns out that this orange was bitten by a bug. I said, "Stop arguing and I'll eat!" Of course, mom won't let me eat it. I added, "Mom, if you insist on eating, then cut off the half that the bug wants." Mother smiled happily and said, "What a good boy!" " "I smiled proudly.

Another time, my parents went to work in the fields and I watched TV at home. It's past 10, I think: it's past 10, and they haven't come back yet. Why don't I cook them a meal? I learned from my father's appearance, cooked some rice, poured some water and began to wash rice. After washing several times, put some water and boil it. After more than 20 minutes, the meal was ready. I think: the meal is ready and I need to cook. It happened that my mother washed some cabbage in the morning. So I put a little oil in the pot, lit the fire, put down the cabbage, and quarreled for more than 10 minutes, and it was cooked. I'll bring the food to the table. Look at the watch. It's 1 1: 20. Just took a bowl of rice, just then mom and dad just came back. I said, "Mom and Dad have dinner!" Mom and dad smiled with relief.

In my home, there are many smiles, which are the happy smiles of our family.

Write a composition about laughter at home. There are three people in my family who often laugh nonstop. Sometimes my father jokes, sometimes my mother jokes, and most of the time I joke.

I remember once accidentally breaking a bowl while eating. Mother heard this and ran to the restaurant and shouted, "Who broke the bowl?" I quickly said, "I did it for nothing." Dad smiled: "Hey, how did you dismember the word' De'?" I said with a smile, "five horses are separated" means that five horses come together and then separate. Mother laughed her head off. "。

I remember once, the three of us told jokes together. Dad said first, "My joke is" Two Cops ". A thief slipped into a room on the fifth floor. One of the policemen opened the door and prepared to rush in to catch the thief. Another policeman said,' You are mistaken, my home is on the first floor'. " We are all unhappy.

Then my mother said, "The joke I told you was revenge. In the bullfight, a fighter was injured and sent to the hospital. When he recovered, he threatened revenge. He ran to the restaurant and asked the boss for two roast beef. The more burnt it is, the better. " I laughed as soon as I heard it, and my father didn't say anything.

It's finally my turn to speak. My joke is: "I didn't do my homework." I explicitly asked my mother, "Will a person be punished for doing nothing?" Mom replied "Of course not" and "Oh, thank goodness, I didn't do my homework today", obviously. Mom and dad laughed, and I laughed the most.

Since childhood, our family has always been very harmonious. I hope the laughter of our family will never disappear, and the more we laugh, the happier we will be.

I am an only child and the apple of my father's eye. Dad always brings me delicious food after work.

One night, I was so hungry that I saw that the hour hand had pointed to nine o'clock. Why didn't my father come back? I had to pick up a selected composition, inadvertently turned it over and said to myself, "What delicious food will Dad bring back today?" At this time, the door was opened. Dad broke in with a black bag in his hand. I quickly turned it over. Dad didn't forget my "little greedy cat" and brought me an orange. Oranges are about the size of fists, and there are several "bumps" on the orange peel. When you peel it off, you can count eleven orange petals, just like eleven little dolls whispering together. Tear off a piece and take a bite, like a clear spring flowing out, sweet and delicious. I think: Dad likes me best at ordinary times, and I always give him delicious food. This time, I should let my father eat oranges. But dad likes me best at ordinary times. He won't eat it. I rolled my eyes and thought of a good idea. I cocked my head, covered my mouth with my hand, stamped my foot and shouted, "Dad, Dad, come here quickly." Dad rushed over. "This orange is sour." I pretended to be angry. Dad grabbed my orange and said, "Don't eat sour, dad will eat it." Say that finish, take a piece and put it in your mouth. Strange, oranges are sweet. Before my father knew it, I jumped for joy. Clap your hands and shout: "Dad was cheated! Dad was fooled! " My father and I laughed almost at the same time, and this sweet and warm laughter echoed in the room.