Family Love Composition for the First Grade of Junior High School

In daily study, work or life, everyone must have come into contact with composition. Composition is a narrative method in which people express the relevant knowledge, experience and thoughts stored in their memory in written form. So the question is, how to write an excellent essay? The following are 6 compositions on family love that I have compiled for you in the first grade of junior high school. They are for reference only. I hope they can help you. Family composition for the first grade of junior high school 1

"Haha, it's so fun!" Before going to bed, I lay on the bed and couldn't help but read the funny clip in the book where Ma Xiaotiao and his father Ma Tianxiao exchange roles. Laugh out loud.

Swapping roles with my parents, haha, it’s so refreshing! I really want to try switching roles with my mother, but will she agree?

Just when I was hesitating, “plop” With a sound, a little girl with wings suddenly jumped out of the book. I was startled and thought I had seen it wrong. I rubbed my eyes again. My eyes widened, yes, it was a little girl with wings! I was so scared that I moved back and said, "You...you...who are you?" "I am the little devil fairy from the Kingdom of Books. !" "Demon fairy? Are you... a devil or a fairy?" The little girl curled her lips, raised her head, and said, "I am a little fairy who knows magic!" "Hu-" I let out a long sigh of relief, It turned out to be a little fairy. The little fairy said: "Don't you want to exchange roles with your mother? I can help you realize your wish!" Eh? How did she know that I wanted to exchange roles with my mother? "Because. I am a little fairy who knows magic!" I I was startled again. "Okay! I promise you, let me and my mother exchange roles!"

The little fairy waved the magic wand and swiped it a few times. I saw a strange light flash across, and I quickly closed it. eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I found that the night had turned into day, and I completely looked like my mother, with curly brown hair, a dress, a floral apron, and a pair of high heels.

I stood in the kitchen, with pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar piled in front of me. Glancing at the time, it was now seven o'clock in the morning. Looking into the restaurant, I saw "I" lying on the dining table reading comics, waiting for me, the "mother", to cook for her. I ran out and asked her like my mother before me: "Baby, what do you want to eat today?" I saw her eyes shining brightly, and she said loudly: "My wife eats fried eggs, hot milk, toast..." Oh my God !There’s so much to do! I almost fainted. It turns out that I usually have such a big appetite. Hey, I can't let my children go hungry, so I had to swallow my anger and walk into the kitchen. Fry the eggs first, and I'll beat them. Pour oil into the pan. When the oil was hot, I carefully poured the eggs into the pot, shoveled them a few times with a shovel, and then went to beat the second egg. Oh my God! I opened the pot and saw that one side of the egg was burnt, turning it into a "two-sided pie" with one side yellow and the other side a little black.

I served breakfast and sat down to have breakfast with "my" ***. Without thinking, "I" put the golden omelette into my own bowl and grilled it perfectly. Putting the hot bread in front of him, he started to bite it. What was placed in front of me was an old and burnt "two-faced" egg. Humph, why! "Just because you are a mother!" When I looked up, it turned out to be the little fairy talking. I had no choice but to admit that I was unlucky. Who told me that I was a mother now!

After having a good meal, my "daughter" had to do her homework at home on the weekend. I thought to myself: Great, my mother usually always does it. It’s nagging at me. Now I can always show off my majesty as a parent!

So, I "scolded": "Have you eaten your meal? Come on and do your homework! Do it seriously!" I just listened. She shouted: "Got it!" She entered the room and closed the door with a bang.

Hahaha! I am so proud. I took a bag of potato chips, sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, and watched TV while eating. "Daughter" heard the sound of TV, ran out in three steps, sat next to me, and said, "I want to watch it too!" I was very angry and said, "What are you watching? My homework is done." "I can do my homework later. Besides, how can I do my homework when the TV is so loud?" I was speechless.

Hey, who calls me a mother? I couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly: "I want to go back! I don't want to be a mother anymore!"

"Bobo, Bobo, wake up, what's the matter? What are you doing to be a mother? Get up!"

I opened my eyes, the sun was shining on my bed, and when I looked sideways, I saw Ma Xiaotiao's book still lying aside. It turns out that this is a dream.

At breakfast, my mother fried two more eggs, which were exactly the same as in the dream. Without thinking, I put the fried eggs into my bowl... Family Love Composition 2

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Reading, many people think that reading is just the same as reading, just recognize it. No, what I think of reading is to feel it and experience it, as if it is like yours. Of course, reading is not limited to textbooks, and family relationships are no exception.

The family affection I read can be summed up in four words: sour, sweet, and bitter.

Acid

Everyone will have a growth process, but the experience may be different. When I was young, my parents were very good to me, but they wanted me to be independent because they said they would not stay with me or protect me for the rest of my life. As a child, and a little girl at that, of course I would not understand the painstaking efforts of my parents. They gradually became "cruel" to me and made me cross the road alone when I was four or five years old. They would only say: "You must be careful of the car." I crossed the road carefully and climbed the steps. Even when I fell, I didn't make a sound. At that time, my heart was full of bitterness and I couldn't express my suffering.

Sweet

Just as my parents were getting busier and busier at work, they didn’t even have time to take care of me. Before I went to junior high school, our family of three was very happy and sweet. We had a family. It's fun. During the holidays, my parents took me to play. I felt very happy when I was with my parents. The feeling was "sweet"!

Bitterness

On the day when I was eight or nine years old, I was still in school, and the teacher said that my father was coming to pick me up. On the way, my father didn’t say a word and kept taking me to my grandfather’s house. Halfway through, my father cried and said that my grandfather was leaving. I was stunned at first, but after I came to my senses, I found it difficult to accept this fact. Before, my grandfather loved me the most and treated me as a treasure, but now...suddenly, my tears flowed down, and I felt endless "bitterness" in my heart.

Reading is a very important skill. Reading everything well will make you grow a lot. Family love is my favorite, and reading is the best part. Family composition for the first grade of junior high school Part 3

I still remember that during the winter vacation last year, I had just returned from a study tour in Germany, and my grandma gave me a goose to replenish my health. Since my parents were both at work, I was alone at home. "Ding..." The phone rang. I ran over to answer the phone and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's me, Jiejie. Did you just You must be very tired after flying for more than ten hours, right? Your uncle got a goose to help you. But I seem to be lost now, please come up with something." Grandma said anxiously on the phone. sound.

I quickly said: "Then you ask the people next to you to see where you are, and I will find a way for you."

"I don't have anyone here now. It's deserted." Grandma was afraid that I would be anxious, so she continued, "Don't worry, I'll look for you again. Just wait." Three or four hours later, the doorbell rang, and I picked up the access control phone. , "I'm here, open the door quickly." Grandma's breathing voice sounded on the phone. Not long after, grandma came into the house. Instantly, I was shocked! Why? Grandma, who was always afraid of the cold, now had steam coming out of her head, sweat dripping from her forehead, and she had stripped down to only a single piece of clothing. But before I could say hello to grandma, she started busy cleaning the geese. It was evening in a blink of an eye, and my aunt had already arrived home and started making dinner. I asked my grandma to stay for dinner, but she refused. She had to rush home to make dinner for her little cousin, so she put on her clothes and turned around and left.

Looking at grandma’s short back when she left, it was like a big mountain pressing on my heart, and I couldn’t help but burst into tears.

This is family affection, which cannot be replaced by anything. Even if I walk for three or four hours, I want my grandson to eat goose meat as soon as possible. Family Love Composition Part 4

What is the most precious emotion in the world? It's family affection. On the road of life, although there is the sweetness of love and the beauty of friendship, they cannot replace family affection.

Mother's love is like water

Mother's love is like water, moistening things silently. It is always reflected in every little bit of life; the figure standing at the window when you go to school; the door that opens when you go home; your favorite food on the table; a cup of hot water when writing... Mother's love permeates in Every detail of life, even though it is sometimes complicated and sometimes superfluous, is ultimately for the sake of a more comfortable life for our children. Even if she can't do much, she still does her best.

Father's love is as deep as a mountain

Father's love is as deep as a mountain. He is not good at expressing it, but he always expresses it with actions - the look back at the corner, the front seat of the motorcycle. The back view of our father, the hard work for our family... Father seems to be just a vague figure in our lives. It wasn't until he gradually disappeared from our lives that we suddenly remembered everything he had done for us...

Cross-generational parents

Before I went to kindergarten, the people I got along with the most were my grandparents. They always respond to our requests. Although this kind of love is called "doting", their hearts are full of us.

When time passes and the years are gone, will we keep a piece of sky for them in our hearts... Family Composition 5 for the first grade of junior high school

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, the world Because of these colors, it becomes colorful. But I only like black and white.

My first word was taught to me by my grandfather. This word, my grandfather taught me all the way forward. The time I came into contact with paint was much earlier than the time I learned calligraphy. Red, yellow, blue and green are my favorites. But whenever I was learning calligraphy and practicing calligraphy, my grandfather asked me to write with a black pen. Even the paper could not be colored or white. I asked reluctantly: "Grandpa's car is ugly. It's black and white. It's the same color as a funeral. How about changing it to a nicer color." After hearing this, Grandpa hit me on the head with his hand and said : "Children, don't scream out like dead people." I responded aggrievedly, and my grandfather said again: "As the old saying goes, the words are like the person they are, and the paper is also part of the words. This person came to this market. It's clean, no different from this piece of paper. I've done a lot of good and bad things in my life, and I've written them down with this black note." I interrupted and shouted, "Then why do you have to wear white clothes at the funeral?" Grandpa didn't hit me this time. He started nagging me: "People, come here clean, everyone wants to leave cleanly." I muttered, what's the point of doing it for nothing. This time my grandpa is serious about it. He picked up my ear and cursed: "Little bastard, you can't be disrespectful to the dead. If you take this out, it will be a joke to others." I cried out in pain and ignored what grandpa said and let go of me. Grandpa later told me that after death, you have to go to the King of Hell and write all the bad things you did when you were a child in a black notebook. When the time comes, the King of Hell will look at you as a bad kid and never let you come back. I was very scared after hearing this. Without worrying about what I just did, I became much better behaved from then on. I was afraid that I would do something bad and the King of Hell would not let me come back.

Time flies faster and faster, I write more and more words, and Grandpa’s piece of paper is also filled with his own writing.

On the day of the funeral, I consciously put on white clothes, hoping to send my grandfather off cleanly. Everything on that day was in black and white. I didn’t cry that day, maybe subconsciously I didn’t believe that grandpa was gone. I picked up one of my grandpa's favorite pens, filled it with dark ink, and wrote four words on the pale paper... to say goodbye to my grandpa.

From that day on, I inherited my grandfather’s candid spirit and was aboveboard no matter what I did. Because I know that every move I make is recorded on a piece of paper, and my grandfather sees it in his heart.

From that day on, I gained a new understanding of the two colors black and white, and understood what my grandfather told me when I was a child that life is either black or white. Family Composition Chapter 6

Autumn is here, and the fallen leaves seem to record one story after another...

The swing is still swinging under the old tree. , the kite is still flying in the sky.

The autumn rain fell, and the autumn water filled the entire pond. A childish voice sounded: "Mom and Dad, why don't you go home even if it rains?" The little girl shuttled back and forth among the flying leaves.

"Quiet, we have to wait here for my brother to come back."

"When did I have a brother?"

"You have always had a brother, He is very kind to you."

"But I have never seen him?"

"Quiet, he is here"

Little girl. She looked curiously at the person walking over there and ran over: "Are you my brother?" The little girl blinked. "Jing Jing, don't you remember me?" Jing Jing was picked up by her brother. "Are you my biological brother?" "Of course I am your biological brother."

"An Yan, how are you doing there?" The father patted his son on the shoulder.

"Your name is An Yan, then I'll call you Brother An Yan, okay?" The little girl suddenly interrupted.

"You can call me whatever you want."

Through the path filled with fallen leaves, across the pond without lotus flowers in bloom, and by the wet swing, finally, I returned Home.

Home, a warm home, a happy home.

Grandpa is sitting on the sofa watching TV, and grandma is busy cooking.

"Grandpa, I'm back."

"I'm back, it's good to be back. I thought I found the money and I didn't want to leave my family."

　"Haha, you said it, come on, let's eat."

"Grandma's cooking is so delicious." Jing Jing said and started to eat.

On a quiet night, the breeze is blowing, and the family is walking on the path. In the distance is the bustling city, and with our dearest relatives in front of us, what qualifications do we have to feel that we are unhappy?

In this season, in this fairy-tale autumn, what we harvest is not only mature crops and red fruits, but also deep family affection.