My cousin said that my parents have a bad relationship, but they are very harmonious. Why does my cousin say that?

Family communication can untie the inner knot; Communication may tell the pain in your heart; Communication can make the family more harmonious. It is another season when yellow leaves fall and geese fly south, which reminds me of an incident three years ago. I remember it happened before the exam. Because the exam is coming, I am particularly nervous about my studies and rarely go out during the holidays. Once on Saturday night, I wanted to go out to play for a while, but before I put on my shoes, my mother asked me seriously. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going out to play for a while and I'll be back soon." I am not happy to say. "Play, don't review at home, where to play?" Mom said angrily. "Mom, I've been at home all day. I'll just play downstairs for a while and come back right away, okay?" I pleaded. "No, if you say you have learned everything, I will let you out." Mom opened her eyes and said to me. "Mom, can you let me out for a while?" "No, hurry back and review." Mom yelled at me. I know my mother's temper. My mother said she wouldn't let me go out. I definitely can't go out and have to go back to my home. When I got home, I lay in bed and thought about many things. After thinking about it for a long time, my mother didn't let me go out. Don't let me go out because I can get into a good university and find a good job in the future, and I won't suffer in society in the future, thinking about my behavior is very bad. So I went to my mother and said, "Mom, I was wrong to talk back just now. Please be surprised. " "There is something wrong with me. You study at home all day. I shouldn't let you go out to play for a while. " Mother said: such an unpleasant thing can be solved through a few words of communication. So no matter what happens in the future, you should communicate with others and don't do things according to your own wishes. On the first day, I felt that "only mothers are good in the world". Yes, maternal love is one of the greatest feelings. It falls on our hearts like a drizzle in spring. Although it is silent, it nourishes the growth of all things; Motherly love is like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating our way forward and guiding my direction. I remember having a high fever when I was a child. One night, I was lying in bed, feeling unspeakable. When my mother saw it, she first took my temperature with a thermometer, then put a cold towel on my head and waited anxiously. 38.5℃, have a fever! Mom quickly got dressed and wanted to go out with me. But it happened that my father was not at home that day, and only my mother and my elderly grandmother were left at home, so I couldn't drive there at all. It's late, there are no cars on the street. "What should I do?" Mother walked back and forth in a hurry. At this point, it has been raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder. My mother picked up my umbrella without hesitation and went straight to the door ... I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in the hospital infusion, sitting next to my mother. Seeing that I woke up, she quickly said to me, "Go to sleep, son, it's okay." In this way, I fell asleep in my mother's arms. Later, I heard from my grandmother that when my mother came back that day, she was already wet in the rain and caught a cold. In my study, my mother also cares about me. She often tells me that "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people fall behind". Therefore, when I do well in the exam, my mother often tells me: "If I get a high score in the exam, I should consult others humbly and continue to study hard." Remember, there are people outside, and there are mountains outside. "When the exam results were not ideal, my mother eased my mood and said," This exam is just that you are too careless, not that you can't. It's okay. There will be another time. As long as you are willing to correct it, you will succeed. "So, up to now, I have always engraved this sentence in my heart. Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become rich and colorful because of maternal love. So there is a sentence that has been kept in my heart. Now, I want to say to you-Mom, I love you. Affection, the guiding light in growth, is written in the composition of grade five. Motherly love accompanied me to grow up, like a bright light in my growth; My friends grew up with me, just like a new avenue in my growth; The teacher grew up with me, just like a new road in my growth ... Love is like soft cotton candy, which is connected with my childhood. But when I was growing up, what moved me most was my family. I remember learning the piano when I was a child: I started to contact the piano at the age of eight and practiced playing it every day! It is difficult to learn the piano. Although I was interested in playing the piano at first, with the increase of learning level and difficulty, I often cried because of some technical problems. However, my mother always encourages me, teaches me skills and makes me play beautiful songs ... but people always have patience. In the process of practicing the piano again, I encountered continuous difficulties and popped up many technical mistakes. Mom also felt that I didn't play this paragraph very well, so she frowned a little and a few beads of sweat came out on her head. My mother pointed out that it might be because my mother's tone was a little too strong, and I was very unhappy at that time. An anger rushed from my heart to my head, suddenly stood up and clenched my fist at the piano, then overturned the chair and pointed at my mother and said, "I will never touch the piano again!" " And picked up a pen and wrote on a piece of waste paper: My mother is the worst mother in the world, and I hate you! Throw it to mom and run out of the house. Who knows, my mother happily took the note, picked up another clean piece of paper and wrote on it: My son is the best son in the world, and my mother loves you very much! When I saw the note, my anger suddenly disappeared. For a moment, I couldn't help feeling ashamed. I feel the powerful and inclusive power of maternal love, and two hot tears flow down my cheeks ... Some people say that family love is a flower that brings endless fragrance; Some people say that affection is an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain; Some people say that affection is coffee, bitter first, then sweet, but I say affection is the guiding light in growth, illuminating the road to growth for you. At this moment, I felt the power of family-selfless dedication, lifelong dedication. Because of my family, my growth has become more exciting. I love my childhood and my growth. Selfless Family Affection Selfless Family Affection in Grade Five That summer vacation, my mother was going to take me out for a trip. My grandmother's hand was broken and my mother had to take care of her, so we couldn't go. I was a little unhappy at first, thinking: I finally look forward to the summer vacation, but I can't go out to play. It's really boring In the next few days, I was a little depressed. Slowly, looking at my mother's busy figure, my mood changed. Every morning, when I open my eyes, my mother has prepared a big breakfast for us. When I do my homework, I often hear my mother and grandmother chatting and reading newspapers. When grandma wants to get up and get something, mom always says, "Sit down, I'll do anything. "One night, I heard a burst of laughter from the bathroom. Oh! It turned out that mom was helping grandma take a bath! I opened the bathroom door a crack and watched my mother and grandmother take a bath together. Grandma sat on the bench, put her broken hand on the sink, covered it with a towel and soaked it in plaster to prevent water. My mother is using the shower to help her clean herself. Grandma sometimes raises her elbow, looks up, asks her mother to help her clean, and then wipes her body with shower gel. Mother will ask from time to time, "Does your hand still hurt? "What's wrong with you?" Every time I hear these words, grandma always smiles and says, "No pain, no pain!" " After washing, mother helped grandma dry herself with a bath towel, put on clothes and helped her out slowly. Watching my mother take care of my grandmother carefully every day, I also want to help her do some housework. The next morning, we got up and folded the quilt neatly. After finishing our homework, we also accompanied her to chat, eat and walk. In the evening, I said to my cousin, "Let's help grandma bathe tonight!" " "My cousin agreed. When I take a shower, I also learn from my mother's appearance, help my grandmother scrub her body, and sometimes sing a song or two; Tell a joke or two from time to time; From time to time, I put on one or two funny actions to make grandma's face burst into a smile of enjoyment. From her laughter, I knew that she had forgotten the discomfort and pain in her hands. At this point, she is healthy! She is very happy! She is very happy ... in the evening, whenever our family get together to chat, there will always be bursts of frolicking and noise ... the loudest is grandma's laughter! In our life, love is everywhere. We can feel many different kinds of love on the bus, at night and at home. Everyone enjoys love from all directions from the moment of birth, but even if love surrounds us every day, we may not feel it. It is like an invisible pusher, constantly supporting us silently, encouraging us and helping us, but we often don't know it. Because of this, many people always think that no one cares about him and loves him, but only when they really experience love do they know that love is actually around. I had the same experience. My brother was born in the first grade of primary school. At that time, my parents were concentrating on taking care of the baby. As soon as the baby cried, they immediately put down their work to see him. Even when I called them, they didn't respond, or said coldly, "Wait a minute! "My parents don't love me anymore, as if they were angry with me! However, until one day, I was ill, and my mother was very nervous. She poured me water, took my temperature for a while and kept asking me what was wrong. Dad also asked for leave in a hurry and came home to see me. Only then did I realize that I misunderstood my parents. They actually love me and care about me, but I didn't realize it. Love, in fact, is the same. Whether it is love between relatives, love between lovers or love to help others, it is as magnificent as a volcano and as rich as chocolate, because there is no hierarchy in love. Love is everywhere. It is at home, in the car, in every corner of the world. As long as you look for it from the small details of life, feel it with your heart, see it with your eyes and smell it with your nose, you can find that love is around you and me. The power of family fell asleep in the middle of the night the next day, slowly opening the canopy and driving away the twinkling stars like bright and dim morning light. Fairy dressed in golden yellow shines on water-soluble streets and alleys. As usual, I went out for a walk and suddenly saw a letter under the door. However, what makes me concentrate is that it says, the recipient-myself. Looking at the letter to me, my heart is full of doubts and surprises. I feel flattered with an envelope in my hand. I opened the letter with excitement and doubt. It turned out to be a photo, a yellow and wrinkled "family portrait". This photo was sent by my grandmother's family. Everyone was there. Yes, grandpa is still here. Yellowing photos, positive, everyone smiled shyly, grandpa sat in the middle, his old body could not cover his bright eyes; A simple shirt can't hide his radiant past. On the other hand, it seems that I can vaguely see some handwriting, but it is diluted and faded by time, and then it is dizzy into a small beach. A line of words is like a ship blown away by the wind and rain, moored in a dark lake. I tried to interpret it, and it seemed to spell out a word-200310.6, Chiayi. However, this day is my birthday. Suddenly, I fell into the quicksand of memories and opened the treasure box I didn't want to touch. Grandpa died three years ago. I looked for it and thought about it, but I couldn't find any photos with him. We are hundreds of miles apart, but I have never calculated the distance between me and his "heart" and I don't want to wipe away the tears that hit my eyes. We all regret it, but it's like a kite with a broken thread. After a heavy day, the silver plate in the night sky showed a little fluorescence, and the midnight bell seemed to wake me up. In an instant, I suddenly realized the value of my relatives around me and was afraid of the regret that I wanted to raise a child but couldn't wait. Perhaps the current actions can make up for some of Grandpa's shortcomings, and perhaps the current concern can heal some scars left by parents by years. That night, I took the gift and fell asleep laughing and crying. Affection: My mother was pregnant for ten months, and with my father's anxiety and expectation, we finally gave birth. We are the witnesses of my parents' marriage and the fetters of their later life. This kind of affection will not be broken, but will be accepted and passed on by us. Family ties last forever, even if we leave home to work hard, we will still go back. Wanderers always miss their parents, but we often misunderstand their meaning when we get along with each other day and night. Obviously, I want my children to be better, but it will be interpreted by my children as my parents are in bring disgrace to oneself. I don't want my child to catch a cold tomorrow, but I want him to wear more clothes, but it is interpreted as unnecessary. I only care about my children. Children always scold me when they come home late, but they feel wronged. We always have conflicts in misunderstandings, because neither side really wants to express their ideas. It was not until I grew up and got cold that I found out why there was no food waiting for us when I got home. In society, expressing feelings is very indirect. Only at a certain moment, we wanderers will suddenly have an epiphany and realize how elegant and profound the expression of parents' affection is and how precious the plain words are. Maybe they don't say how much they love you, but you know their thoughts from a warm meal, but you have to talk on the video for three to five minutes when you know that there is nothing important. The expression of feelings is unknown to the senses. Life is limited, and fate sometimes ends. No one knows how long this relationship will last, and maybe it won't exist in the next second. Perhaps the next moment of affection can only be remembered in your heart, so that you can grasp every moment carefully, and then when you look back, you will not be full of regret, but full of gratitude and nostalgia. There will always be some precious bits and pieces in a person's life, but with the passage of seasons and time, unforgettable memories will fade away like a yellow crane never revisiting the earth under the erosion of time. So people took those gripping memories with cameras. What are they? X that eternity. I vaguely remember that when I was a child, my mother went on a business trip for several months. I don't have a relative who will be caring and attentive to me at ordinary times. The sense of emptiness and loneliness is really complicated. At that time, I found an old photo from a few years ago. Looking closely, memories are like huge waves all over the sky, and they are involved in the whirlpool of time. This is a picture of my parents and me. In the photo, we snuggled together and our faces were filled with smiles. Because we were playing in a very cold place, we were all wrapped tightly. I still remember how happy we were when we were sledding and sliding together. Suddenly I have mixed feelings in my heart, and what makes me happy is the wonderful time that haunts my heart; Sadly, I don't know when I can enjoy my family again! Seeing my mother's coming home in the foreseeable future added a touch of sadness to my heart. So, I put it on my desk. Whenever I miss my mother, I will look at the photos and think of her kind face again. During that time, I relied on that photo to recall the good times with my mother. No matter how time passes, the past is still vivid and reminds me of my long-lost memory. An old photo records my feelings, which may bring people past joys, unforgettable sorrows and inexplicable feelings. Through photos, the past lasts forever, making people relive the precipitated memories.