Senior one's composition about affection is 800 words and five articles.

An 800-word composition about the affection of senior one and senior two.

On the journey of life, things that leave, get together, or never come and go again are like an express train, but they leave us endless ups and downs. Times have changed, and the Double Ninth Festival in September has come again. Du Fu's phrase "Being in a foreign land, I miss my family more often during the festive season" still haunts my mind. Every family is reunited on the Double Ninth Festival, and we are no exception. Grandma and brother-in-law from other places have all gone home. I feel very happy to see grandma.

"Grandma, will you make me pancakes?" In my spare time in the afternoon, I smiled and said to my grandmother. From grandma's kind eyes, I knew my wish had come true. Since I was a child, I especially loved grandma's cooking, especially snacks. But since my little sister was born, I seldom eat grandma's cooking, but the taste of grandma's cooking has always been in my mind, and as the days go by, the taste is getting stronger and stronger. Later, whenever I thought of my grandmother, the smell haunted me.

The method of making this pancake is very simple, using some flour, oil, sugar and onions. In my memory, my mother did it once. I didn't like it, but I only liked the taste of grandma's cooking. It's a little salty, but you can taste the everyday taste soon.

In a short time, grandma made the dough quickly. I watched it carefully and wanted to learn, so that when grandma was old, I could make pancakes for her-it must be a very warm scene. In the process of making, grandma has been doing it carefully and tirelessly. I think grandma's life is almost over. She has worked hard for most of her life to be a wife and a mother ... everything she does is for us, but what about herself? In exchange for rheumatism, low back pain and other diseases ... when I was a child, my grandmother always left me delicious food and didn't even taste it. Looking back on grandma's thoughts now, I can't return them. We young people can only study hard and get ahead in the future. I think grandma will be very happy. "This cooking is very particular about the proportion of materials. For example, putting too much sugar will affect the overall taste. The same is true of being a man, to be just right, to be contented, to be careful, and so on ... "This is the life experience summed up by the older generation and the wealth my grandmother gave me, so I must keep it in mind.

Eating pancakes and being with my grandmother when I was a child came back to my mind. How happy and colorful it was then! As long as grandma is by my side, I feel that all the problems have been solved. Looking at grandma's hunched gray hair, what's the matter? Grandma is old.

As the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. After the Double Ninth Festival, grandma has to leave again. How can a person not be sad? When I come, I can only pin my thoughts and gratitude on this pancake. ......

800-word composition, about the love of the second day of junior high school.

Born with affection, warmth and care. When you are sad, someone will say to you, "Happiness is a day, and unhappiness is also a day. Why not spend every day happily? " . When you are complacent, someone will say to you, "Learning is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind." When you fail and are frustrated, someone will say to you, "Without a hundred failures, there will be no 101st success". When you ... do you remember? Once, I accidentally lost my friendship. I have been depressed and silent for several days, and almost lost myself. Only when I sleep at night, I will quietly leave a few painful and sad tears on the bed. Although you didn't find it, you have guessed the secret in my heart. He told me many great stories, which made me happy every day. I know I should do this. Don't let your white replace black.

Do you remember? When I was in grade one, whenever I confidently showed you my excellent grades and certificates, your satisfied smile came to my mind. That's why I asked you for this and that. You have to buy me a coat with the money you were going to buy yourself shoes. I think everything you did was right. The second time, my test scores dropped, but you still encouraged me that "opportunities are equal for everyone", but that satisfied smile was gone. At this time, I know I should do that. Don't let your tears replace your smile.

Do you remember? When I was in fourth grade, my handwriting was crooked. The teacher asked me to practice my handwriting many times, but I didn't agree. I didn't expect you to let me write on Xiao Mu's desk in the yard at noon. The hot sun is merciless, and the sweat and tears like soybeans are left on my cheeks. I know your heart is crying too. After a while, my handwriting gradually finished. It is really "hard work pays off." Let me know that strictness is also a kind of love. You said to me, "Don't back down in the face of difficulties, or success will never belong to you". I know I should do this. Don't let your pallor take the place of ruddy.

Yes, this person is mother, and mother may be your compass when you get lost; Mother may be an oasis you are eager to find in the desert; Mother may be an umbrella above your head in the rain; Mother may be ...

An 800-word composition about the family relationship between Grade Three and Grade One.

I can't explain my feelings in words, because the most sincere feelings can only be described by expression. -inscription

Although the alley where grandma lives is inconspicuous, it is my extravagant hope to return to its embrace every year.

This morning, I decided to visit my grandmother's house. Two hours later, I finally arrived at my grandmother's alley-high and low walls stood on both sides of the alley, mottled with moss traces, and a string of green vines hung on the wall, just like an ancient screen.

"Come on, you go in and pack your things, and I'll go and see your grandmother." My mother pulled me out of my intoxication, but what I saw was her dark eyes, a few fine lines on her forehead, and the fatigue hidden in her smile, which were connected with the alley in front of me. I just found out that she is so old.

I couldn't bear to see it, so I went straight into the house.

In the process of cleaning, I vaguely heard a little noise coming from the yard outside the house. I walked to the gate of the yard, but I saw my grandmother who was nearly seventy years old. She looks very small. She sits on a wooden chair and squeaks at the slightest movement. Her black and gray hair looked a little messy after being blown by the breeze. She stared at the osmanthus falling from the tree, as if in a trance, but it gave people fear. My mother sat next to my grandmother and smiled at her mother. I feel my mother is like a child, naive and naughty. ......

"You ..." Grandma nodded slightly, brewing for a while, and then spit out a word from her mouth. "Mom, what is it?" Mother looked at grandma doubtfully, as if waiting for her to tell a story to herself. "My granddaughter also came back today? I'll give you some money and you and she can buy what you like. " Say that finish, grandma with her bony hands trembling from her pocket and pulled out two crumpled bills, it seems that is already ready. "I have money here. I don't want yours. Keep it for yourself! " Mom didn't take the money, but pushed it back to grandma. "Take it! I don't usually spend much money, and I'm glad you and your granddaughter finally came back this year! " Grandma reached out her hand to her mother again, and the crumpled bill looked even more wrinkled.

Mother took the money carefully, and grandma's mouth rose slightly. Did she laugh? I don't see what's behind me. But I know that my mother and I are both wet in the corner of our eyes. ......

In the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, which is the most touching affection.

An 800-word composition about the family relationship between grade four and grade one.

The most precious affection in the world is affection. How many people enthusiastically eulogize, and how many people wait until they lose it to know what a pity. Therefore, we should cherish it, because home is a family relationship and a warm home. My father is a big mountain and my mother is a small river. The mountain embraces the river, which nourishes the mountain, and I was born in the mountain and grew up by the river. Mountains shelter me from the wind and rain, rivers irrigate me, mountains and rivers support me with shade, and let me live happily in this world.

Father has a strong personality and doesn't like to talk very much. He is good at everything except his bad temper. However, sometimes he will be suddenly enlightened, tell me jokes and often make me laugh. Look at me and smile, and dad will laugh happily. But after a while, he got serious. He often tells me about the ups and downs of his life since he was a child. He taught me to be a good person and not to do anything against my conscience. He won't talk much about my study. When I don't do well in the exam, my father always says, "It doesn't matter. When your father and I were your age, the maximum score in the exam was 60. You have done enough. " Say that finish, then silently smoke a mouthful of cigarettes. I know that in my father's time, for various reasons, my father's culture was not high. He said this to encourage me to study hard. Sometimes I feel sad when I look at my silent father. I think his inner world should be very lonely. In order to make us live a good life, my father runs around every day. Sometimes something goes wrong, he always says to me, "You have grown up and something has happened. At that time, you must deal with it yourself and you can't rely on others, you know? " Looking at what my father has done for this family, I feel the warmth of home.

As for my mother, she is a happy housewife. She is the opposite of her father's personality. When she is free, she likes to be with the children, talking and laughing. She values my grades more than anything else. "Did you have an exam these days? How was the exam? Are you nervous about studying? " My mother always asks me about my study like this, asking me endlessly every day. Sometimes I think she is really annoyed, but in retrospect, my mother did it for my future, and I shouldn't treat her like this. My mother taught me to study hard and remember that young people will be sad if they don't work hard. Although she is nagging, every word she cares about also makes me feel the warmth and love of home.

If you are poor, you can carry on the family line. Everything our parents do for us comes from their loving hearts. This invisible love can't be expressed in words.

An 800-word composition about the family relationship between grade five and grade one.

I still remember that a long time ago, I read Bernard Shaw's motto: "Life is not a short candle, but a torch we hold temporarily.". We must burn it brightly and hand it over to the next generation. " At first, I didn't understand. When I participated in the "home-school interactive education" carried out by the school, this sentence flashed in my mind again, and I seemed to see a bright torch being passed. Bernard Shaw revealed the true meaning of affection from the deepest point. We often say: "Our life course has been integrated into every spray, every melody, every exhortation, every laugh, every look, every step ..." However, the first love in the world means not only care, but also the torch of wisdom.

I remember when our parents taught us, they often said, "We eat more salt than you eat, and the bridge we crossed is longer than the road you walked." And we are always so young and frivolous that we don't agree. We ignore the traces left on our faces and temples when the years slip away quietly, and naturally there will be many priceless wisdom experiences accumulated in our hearts. They are always willing to give us everything, and we always stubbornly believe that this is no longer appropriate. He ran around like a newborn calf until he was black and blue and bleeding from his horn, then ran to them, leaned his head on their arms, licked the wound and moved on.

Home-school interactive education has built a bridge between parents and students. Parents took to the podium in Kan Kan and told us about their study methods, their work methods, their work experience, how they got along with strangers, their expectations and confidence in our future, and their understanding of us ... They gave us priceless wealth and passed on the burning torch to us. We accept all this with gratitude. We feel everything with a delicate heart, and feel the selflessness and unrelenting of our family. Parents who are full of wisdom are so great in our minds. At the same time, we are surprised to find that they are eager to understand us and to be understood by us. In fact, everyone can be bosom friends. In this activity, we can get to know each other better.

Feelings are an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely, depressed, weak, thirsty and sick, you can see your eyes shining at a glance and your mind at ease, so you will not be lonely, and you will act quickly. Just a drop of water spread the rolling life of Wang Yang.

Because affection is great, we appreciate it, and at the same time, we appreciate the teacher's careful cultivation. "Sunshine Project" has set up a stage for us to show all kinds of talents, and family education has taught us the etiquette of filial piety. Inspired, we wrote that "low-income" letter to our parents in the Mid-Autumn Festival, and extended our greetings and thanks to them. We have carefully prepared this parent-child exchange activity. They are all eager to learn.