Ask for a family component, which can be the love of parents, grandparents and grandparents. Write it yourself, don't copy it online. Junior high school requires 600-700 words.

I remember it was a snowy winter, and the whole land became extremely cold. In the morning, I opened my hazy eyes and saw my grandmother calling me by the bed, urging me to get up quickly. I was reluctant to leave the warm bed and kept yawning. After freshening up, I came to the table to have breakfast.

I sat at the table and looked at the delicious breakfast in front of me, but I didn't even move my chopsticks. I just sat there staring at the breakfast on the table, talking endlessly, complaining to myself, "If you eat these every morning, you won't change your taste!" " Grandma saw that I looked depressed and asked a few questions with concern. Who knows, I suddenly launched an "attack" and kicked off the stool. At this time, I seemed to be out of control, venting all my dissatisfaction on my grandmother, blaming her for not cooking well, why not change my taste ... After "unreasonable trouble", I slammed my chopsticks on the ground and sat on the sofa with a pout, panting. Grandma didn't say anything, just put down the chopsticks gently and stopped eating. I see. Grandma is unhappy.

Afterwards, I felt guilty. Grandma worked hard to cook for me, but I was so picky. I want to admit my mistake in front of grandma, but I don't have the courage.

On this day, I came to the classroom with an anxious mood, and I always felt a little sorry. I dare not face up to the eyes of teachers and classmates, because I am afraid that they will find this "secret", so I keep my head down and keep silent, and the scene at that time always comes to my mind. I remember that the teacher told us to respect the old and love the young, to be filial to our parents and to respect our elders, but I was … so ashamed that I couldn't hold my head any longer, and felt that the days passed so slowly.

The bell rang and I trudged to the door. I looked up and saw a stool and a pair of slippers standing at the door as before. My grandmother used to do this so as not to waste my time. Now, I have a "cold war" with my grandmother, but she is still doing it silently, and I am even more ashamed. I put on my slippers and went into the house. The room is empty and there is no one in sight. Grandpa, grandma, dad and mom are not at home, but there is a "delicious" table on the table. The delicious food attracted me and I couldn't sit still. This table of different flavors of food makes my mouth water. I "ransacked" it willy-nilly and patted it with satisfaction. When I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my "garbage dump"-my desk was cleaned and the desk lamp was adjusted to the right brightness. There is a cup of soaked chrysanthemum tea on the table, and the aroma is overflowing. The quilt is also spread on the bed, and my favorite doll is placed on my pillow ... Seeing this, my heart was moved infinitely. I walked by quietly. Suddenly, I found a note under my pillow: "Today, we are not at home. Don't watch it too late at night." It's cold. Get dressed and don't catch cold ... "

Seeing this, I can't help it anymore. I lay in bed and cried. I deeply feel that love, sometimes silent, silent love, can make everyone's heart warm, and this warmth will always exist even under the pressure of winter.