How to write the composition of relatives?

My family composition is written like this:

1, a 600-word composition by relatives the next day.

Accompanied by the sound of big bags and small bags, I heard a happy cry in the distance, "grandson, what do you think grandma brought you?"

I poked my head out of the room and saw grandma panting to put down her luggage. There are bright green vegetables, red peppers, yellow and dark dried radishes in the bag. I smiled and said, "grandma, the delivery man is here again!" " "That's true. The food you buy now is unhealthy, so you can grow it yourself. " Grandma said with a proud smile on her face.

While eating, I tasted this kind of vegetable curiously, which was planted by my grandmother. Although it's not so delicious, it's a little simpler and more reassuring. Grandma watched me eat my own vegetables and smiled comfortably, with wrinkles piled up on her face.

A few days later, I accompanied my grandmother back to my hometown. When I got off the bus, I asked my grandmother to take me to the vegetable field. I walked happily on the vegetable field, and my grandmother's voice came from my ear: "Don't step on it." As she walked, she introduced me to various vegetables. Suddenly, I saw the radish on the ground. Just a little, shrink to the ground.

I don't understand: "Why did the radish stem fall off?" Grandma replied: "This is normal. The stem is too long, it doesn't grow well, and it tastes bad! "

Then, she began to teach me her experience in growing vegetables. She talked about all kinds of agricultural knowledge. I thought to myself: it turns out that you have to have skills to grow vegetables! Further on, I saw many insects, heard the chirping of birds and felt the cool breeze. Small vegetable garden is a big world, and grass, trees, insects and birds are its owners.

Back to the house, all kinds of farm tools were displayed in front of me, and grandma introduced them to me one by one. I also used it and learned a lot. The time with grandma was warm, and the sky was blue, high and far. White clouds are embedded in it, quiet and comfortable.

Simple hometown and warm grandma represent homesickness and affection, which can't be abandoned, enriching me and filling my spiritual space.

2. The composition of relatives is 600 words.

Love is not necessarily great, but it may be insignificant. Love may not have rhetoric, but it will definitely warm your heart. Love is the most beautiful thing in the world. Now I want to tell you-the love my father gave me.

In the fourth grade, my parents sold the car. I can only go to school by bus. My mother is very worried about me and sends me to school every day.

After a few days, I think I can do it. I don't need to disturb my parents. I said to my parents, "Mom and Dad, I can go to school by myself. Don't send me. " Dad listened, and his eyes were a little worried: "Can you do it alone?" "Nothing." Dad hesitated and said, "Well, all right."

From then on, I went to school alone. The first day I went to school alone, I just walked a few steps after getting off the bus, and suddenly I felt someone following me. But I don't care. After school, I felt someone was following me again. There's nothing I can do this time. Looking back, there were only a few students behind. I have to go home. It happened that dad went home at the same time.

After that, I felt that someone was following me every day. But when I turned around, there was no one behind me. Dad comes home with me every day. At first, I thought it was a coincidence. But later, I began to wonder if my father was following me. So I asked my father. But dad said I was paranoid. I couldn't get the answer from my father, so I asked my grandmother.

Grandma's answer surprised me. It turned out that my father was following me. He was worried that something would happen to me at school and followed me every morning and afternoon to see if I was safe. Listening, I feel a warm current gushing from my heart, melting into my blood, flowing all over my body and warming my heart.

I choked back tears that were about to overflow my eyes, covered my face and ran into the living room. I threw myself into my father's arms and sobbed and said, "Dad, you are so kind to me." Dad touched my head and said, "Good girl, it's all right. It is my responsibility to protect you. " Say, hold me tight.

Some people say that maternal love is great, but I think fatherly love is equally touching. I will never forget the love my father gave me.