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Unforgettable affection There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable affection, but my most unforgettable affection is that little golden goldfish ...

I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates talked happily about the beauty of spring blossoms, but I didn't think it was good. Because I go to school in the chilly spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up to see my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was forty degrees" mother immediately became nervous. I called my class teacher to ask for leave, and then, my mother hastily picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that there were beads of sweat on my mother's forehead that rolled straight down. I think, mom, this must be an emergency. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I was sweating after drinking the medicine. My mother was busy changing towels to wipe my back. She was so busy all noon that I couldn't even eat. I went to sleep again ... I felt my mother carrying me to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I was in the hospital for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see my mother beside me. I recovered from my illness, and I found that my mother's eyes were black and she had a little more silver hair ...

My parents

seemed to write essays about affection from childhood to uppercase, describing mostly mothers' tenderness, kindness and love. We always ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father, consciously or unconsciously.

A father is always reserved in his love for his children. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother, but he just expresses it with actions. After I grew up, I met some people and things, and I began to get to know my father with the idea of becoming rich, and I felt more and more that every father had a passionate heart and gave his children 1% affection, no matter how great pressure they were under.

xiaoqiao and aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

A Qiao is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a complete family. A Zhen's father married a northern woman when he was an educated youth and settled there. My father is a professor at the university, a typical intellectual-gentle and elegant, with no desire for fame and wealth. For this reason, A Zhen often said that her mother was not worthy of her father, and she never concealed her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her for her deep love for her father.

On Wednesdays, when his father visits the school, A Zhen always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting, and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read that if I can receive a silver ring from a boy on my birthday this year, she will be happy forever. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. A Qiao proudly told me and Xiaoqiao that my father bought it with his own private money when he visited friends in Beijing, but my mother didn't know.

at that moment, I was in a trance. I imagined that a middle-aged man might be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his newly married wife 2 years ago, but he would wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter 2 years later and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike wish. I can imagine that A Zhen's father is sitting on the train, except for a ring he is wearing close to his body, and he has no financial resources to buy gifts for others. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even an insignificant sense of loss. This is enough to make Ah Qiao proud, but also to move me.

at this moment, Xiaoqiao just smiled and said, Why is Ah Ying still like a child?

I understand Xiao Qiao's mood when she said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. The sudden death of her mother in Xiaoqiao's junior high school was not a small blow to her, but also an eternal wound in her heart. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone imagined, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the military.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. My father always disciplines Xiao Qiao with the way of running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao according to the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after her mother died, her father didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. This sounds somewhat cruel, but it does help Xiaoqiao to get out of her grief as soon as possible. Xiaoqiao said that she always remembers a sentence that her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time she thinks of her mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiaoqiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father seems to have no plans to continue his marriage. I have read some articles in the newspaper about the stress of middle-aged people. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will actually be a lot of confusion. The pressure of work and the loneliness of the spirit will make people breathless. Besides, his wife died and his daughter lived in school. I don't know how Xiaoqiao's father endured the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter wouldn't be hurt at all.

after listening to their stories, I can't help thinking about myself. If A Qiao is her father who worships her and Xiao Qiao is her father who fears her, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

yes, pity.

Father is the kind of man who doesn't have much education or a lot of money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents were almost double suicide because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my father and mother were really in love at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father, and I didn't want to see the end of his separation after 2 years of painstaking efforts. Then,

but this year, my relationship with my father has not become very harmonious because of our dependence on each other. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was little money left at home, and my father had to save part of his salary for my future college, so my daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with my grandmother, my father asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That feeling of humiliation then weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my father and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me at a loss and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you also know our current situation, and you still need a lot of money after you enter the university. There is nothing I can do.

When I watched my inarticulate father humbly tell the truth, I suddenly felt infinite guilt and felt that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father. At the same time, I never hated and loved money more than that moment. While I hated its filth, I made up my mind to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, ranging from a sports lottery ticket of two yuan to a welfare lottery ticket of one hundred yuan. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there intently with a pile of colorful paper in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

once, my father told me happily that he won a small prize with 1 yuan. He said that he might win 1.8 million next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow ... I suddenly felt that my father was strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, gave up smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I thought my father was possessed, he was crazy, crazy in his subconscious mind that he didn't know.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

My father who was washing his face said that his lips hurt. It may be because of the heavy internal fire. I saw his lips cracked and bloodshot oozed from it. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me apply it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, pigment was deposited in his skin and the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles. My father, who had always thought he was "an afterlife", turned out to be really old, so suddenly that I was caught off guard. Think of these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable and demanding of him, never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and there is a dull pain, I can't say why.

When I left the door, I left my father my lip balm and told him to apply some if his lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that he had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that some sudden wet things on my face will be seen by my father.

on that day, I got a large sum of money for the manuscript, plus a school grant, so I went out to a restaurant with my father for a luxury. Taking advantage of alcohol, my father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house to spend his old age safely, preferably on the high floor. He wanted that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary facilities, and ...

My father said it was a little cheerful, so I used an excuse to go out. Father said that he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

when I wrote this, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end it. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's soft grinding and hard foam, and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiaoqiao's father just came back from sweeping the grave with Xiaoqiao Qingming. He must pray silently at the grave that Xiaoqiao's mother can bless Xiaoqiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He has just bought small dishes and is busy washing and cutting in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, I heard that the gas at home was on, and the air smelled of happiness, even if I didn't have much money.

The power of family

One Sunday morning, I finished my homework and was bored, so I asked my brother to play computer games together. At the beginning, he seriously proposed to me: "Everyone plays a game, no cheating!" I readily agreed.

Then, my younger brother finished a game, and it was my turn. Probably, I thought I didn't have the cells to play games. Seeing me playing was very boring, so I went outside to play. Sure enough, as he expected, he was defeated in a short time. I was just about to play another game when I remembered my agreement with my brother. I thought it was inappropriate, so I shouted, "Brother, I played a game. Come on in!" " There was no response. I called several times, but my brother still didn't come in. "Hey, don't fight for nothing, let's play a few more games!" I said to myself. When I was having fun, my younger brother came in and saw that I was still playing. He was so angry that he said, "Why are you still playing? Are you playing more?" "Yes!" I didn't observe that he was angry. Suddenly, he scolded me, and I replied to him. Soon after we scolded each other, he scolded a very ugly sentence, "You …" I was so angry that I couldn't help but burst into tears: "How can I have a younger brother like you?" When he saw me crying, he felt guilty and dared not say anything. I turned and ran away.

I threw myself on the bed and kept crying. Isn't it just to play games? Do you need this? I clearly called him, but he was playing outside and didn't come in! Think again carefully, in fact, I am also at fault. I won't do this after playing a game! Thought of here, I have some regrets.

at lunch time, my mother asked me to go downstairs for dinner. I had to dry my tears. My mother was the only one in the kitchen. When she saw me, she asked inexplicably, "Why are you crying?" "Where is it?" Mom smiled. "You have tears all over your face. The most obvious thing is that you get red when you cry. Isn't your nose red now? What's the matter? " I didn't expect my mother to know me so well, but I didn't say anything. After repeated questioning by my mother, I told the truth. Mother didn't get angry and said kindly, "It doesn't matter. Family harmony is the most important thing. You and your brother have to apologize to each other. Come on, let's get my brother. " My brother came over. He knew what was going on and cried. Mother said, "All right! You are quick to apologize to each other! " "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stolen the game." "Sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't scold you." "It doesn't matter!" In this way, a "family storm" subsided.

it was the power of family that solved the misunderstanding between my brother and me. Mom is right, family harmony is the most important thing. How painful it is to have no affection! We should cherish it.

ode to affection

I remember Boccaccio of Italy said that friendship is the most sacred thing. I don't think so. The most selfless and precious thing in the world is affection, which is much more important than friendship, and people's affection is even more unique.

In the world, there are all kinds of people and everything will happen, but the only constant is affection, which is the love of parents for their children. This reminds me of an article I once read. The story happened in a fire in Daxing 'anling. In order to protect her children, a mother bird sent them under a tree and crushed them under her body. Although the mother bird was burned alive, her baby survived.

Parents' love for their children is everywhere around us. Parents are facing us with a selfless feeling. They are willing to be hungry and want us to eat and wear warm clothes. Some people may say that I am an orphan and have no parents, where can I get affection? But when you were a child, the aid you received in the orphanage was not full of affection, was it not? Therefore, in the eyes of many people, family ties are as important as a thousand. But now some people think that family ties are worthless. I was surprised to find that many children do not cherish the fruits of their parents' labor more and more, and often only regard their parents as an inexhaustible treasury. No matter how earnestly parents nag, they always ignore it as if it had nothing to do with themselves. A child in my neighbor's house will have conflicts with his parents every day. Only when he is bullied by other children will he think of his parents. I also read a magazine about an old man who was over 7 years old and couldn't even get in the door of his children's house, let alone have a meal there. These things that have never been heard before seem to be commonplace now.

filial piety is the traditional virtue of our Chinese nation. Confucian school