Describe the warm composition of home.

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably touch or use composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. There are many points for attention in composition. Are you sure you can write? The following is a warm composition describing the writer that I compiled for you. Welcome to read the collection.

There are many kinds of warmth, such as mother's warmth, teacher's warmth, classmate's warmth, spring's warmth ... It was dark and windy that month, which made me feel my mother's warmth.

Growing up, in my impression, my mother is closer than my father. When I buy snacks, my father always takes them to the supermarket and my mother and I buy them together. When I go home, my mother buys me beautiful clothes, but my father buys them very expensive, and I don't like them very much, which is just the opposite of what my mother said: "good quality and low price" ... In short, my mother spends more time with me than my father.

That night, I felt cold and hot all over and ran to my parents' room. I opened the door carefully and saw my parents watching TV. The lights are off. My mother found me coming, so she turned on the light and looked at me listlessly. I'm confused. I touched my head and said in surprise, "I have a fever!" " "No wonder something happened!" My father got up at once and took me to the hospital. My mother got up and started dressing without hesitation. I also slowly go back to get dressed. My father drove me to Taizhou Hospital in an emergency. My mother and I sat in the back. I lay prone on my mother and fell asleep before I knew it. I was woken up by several phone calls and have arrived at the hospital. My mother took me to register and my father went shopping. I hung up with my mother to get an intravenous drip. My mother blindfolded me, and the doctor kissed me and tied it up. everything is over ...

When I hung up the needle, I talked to my mother about my study. Soon, my father came back. He bought me my favorite three fresh rice noodles. Because my right hand is where the needle is stuck, I have to ask my mother to feed me. Every time she picks it up, she will blow it a few times for fear that I will catch fire. So I ate half of it in one bite. Time flies. 1 1 point, the needle hangs, and the whole person looks refreshed. Dad took us to dinner again. ...

In dad's car, I lay on my mother and fell asleep again. ...

Everyone has a home, happiness or sweetness, and I have a warm family. Our warm family has a beautiful mother, a kind father and a lovely me.

Personality tag 1: model mother.

My mother loves beauty very much. The shoe cabinets and wardrobes at home are almost all my mother's clothes and pants. My dad and I only have small palms and a lot of room. Do you know why mom loves beauty? This is because my mother wears a skirt to sell every time she goes to the market in order to prosper her business. When she was a "model", customers would simply buy her beautiful dress when they saw it. If it is sold on the shelf, customers will feel ugly. At this time, the mother will show it to the customer herself and the customer will buy it. So my mother often says to others, "In fact, clothes are like stinky tofu. They look ugly, but they look good on you." This is what my mother summed up in her daily life. In fact, my mother is also very scheming: the clothes she wears are suitable for herself, and the customer plans to keep them if she doesn't buy them!

Personality tag 2: father who smokes heavily

Dad loves smoking very much. He smokes a pack of cigarettes every day, and only good cigarettes, not cheap ones. So I hate my father smoking. I have told my father many times. He said, after smoking for so many years, where can I quit? But smoking will make you sick. Nicotine extracted from cigarettes can kill a cow. Although my father believes it, he still smokes. I said to my father, "If the smoke is smelled by people around me, the harm will be even greater." Dad believed it, and then he would smoke alone. Do you know why? Because my father loves me, it adds warmth to this warm home.

I love my parents, too. Although my love is so small, it can also make tears flow, flowers bloom and trees sprout in this warm home. I am selfish. Whenever I eat something delicious, I want to eat it myself and not give it to my parents, but my parents still accept it. I often think: If Mother Earth is selfish, can we still live? This is delicious food I will give my parents, because I know I will be a father in the future. If I am selfish, the child will starve to death! I want to love my parents!

I grew up in this warm family, and love is budding, blooming and bearing fruit.

I love my family, and love is a drop of rain that moistens our hearts; I love my family, love is a red flag, flying in our hearts; I love my family. Love is a song, rippling in the blue sky. I love my family ... My family is like a little hand. The five fingers on my hand represent my family. Thumb is grandpa, forefinger is grandma, middle finger is dad, ring finger is mom, and little finger is me. Fingers are indispensable, and my home is complete.

My home is like a plate of paint, my father represents red, and red is a symbol of enthusiasm; Mother represents orange and is a symbol of hard work and progress; I am the crystallization of my parents, and yellow symbolizes vitality; Grandpa represents purple and grandma represents blue, which is a harmonious match. My home is colorful, and the cooperation of five colors makes my home very bright.

Dad is the pillar of my family. He runs around every day and works hard. He is not only serious and responsible, but also often takes care of our family and makes me love him more.

My mother is my baby-sitter. She not only works in the company every day, but also takes care of our family's life and our nutrition problems. She makes all the food orderly, beautiful and nutritious, which makes me love her more.

Grandpa is the "purchasing committee member" of my family. When there is something missing at home, he goes out to buy it, so that our family doesn't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation at all, and I love her even more.

Grandma is a literary and art committee member of my family. She is not only good at singing and dancing, but also articulate. Although she is 69 years old, she still makes us happy every day, so she makes me love her more.

And I am a junior in my family, so I have learned a lot, so I am called an "intellectual". If my grandparents have any problems at home, they will come back to me. In my spare time, I will also teach my grandparents to play computer games. How happy I am!

I love my family, my dear parents and grandparents.

Home is a warm harbor, home is a sailing boat that sails through the wind and waves, and home is a big umbrella to shelter from the wind and rain! I love my family!

Writing about the warmth of home 4 has gone through the charm of spring and ushered in the prosperity of summer. It is so colorful, bright and warm, just like my warm home.

Home is the root to which fallen leaves can return; Is the shore where the ship can dock; It is our warm harbor.

After entering the third grade, life is like a cup of coffee, astringent and bitter, which makes it difficult for me to swallow, but this cup of bitter coffee is full of heavy love.

Friday is my happiest day, because this day I can go home and be with my family. Every Friday, I fly to my father's car like a bird that just broke free from the cage and go home with my father. As soon as I got home, my mother had stood outside the door waiting for me. Seeing the big bag on my back, I hurried over and took it away from me at once, saying, "You must be very tired after studying for a week." See you are hungry and thin, have a good rest at home. " I looked into my mother's clear autumn eyes and smiled happily. The sun gently brushed my cheek, itchy. ...

"Have a meal! Come and eat! " At mother's command, all our family members sat together smelling the fragrance, talking and laughing. Mom cooked a lot of dishes that I like to eat, and I felt very happy sitting with everyone. It's nearly dusk, and the clouds in the sky are leisurely showing their beauty under the mapping of the sunset glow. Dad kept putting vegetables in my bowl and said, "Eat more and do your homework tomorrow." "Well, I'm full. If I eat any more, I will soon become a "pig" haha-everyone laughs. "Mom, I'll get you another bowl." My mother stood up. I am familiar with this scene, as if from my birth to now, the figure standing up at the dinner table will always be my mother. I suddenly stood up. "Mom, I'll do it. You can eat! " "Mom and grandma smiled at one another, and their mouths splashed with water. The bright moonlight outside the window sneaked in through the screen window, and the moonlight was mixed with deep, romantic and happiness, which filled the whole room.

In my warm home, I lie in bed at night and let happiness drown me. ...

Love is like a sail, sheltering the boat from the wind and rain; Love, like a pair of oars, advances with you in a narrow boat.

I am like such a boat, my mother's love is like a sail, and my father's love is like a paddle, which grows with me day by day.

My mother is a very busy person and often works overtime until eleven or twelve, but she is very concerned about my study. Once, I did my homework at home. No matter what I do, I can't. I was so anxious that my mother came back. She came to watch me study without even putting down her schoolbag. Seeing that I am in such a hurry, I patiently taught me to do the problem. Finally, I can do it, and then my mother smiled and said to me, "Well, can you do it?" I said happily, "ok, I'll do it." You have cultivated my confidence and patience. "

My father is an idle person and often goes home at four or five. He is very concerned about my life. He gets up in the morning to make breakfast for me. Every day when I leave for school, he always tells me, "Remember to buy glutinous rice, don't run across the street, be careful and safe, follow the adults and wait for the red light …" Tired of my father's old saying, I nodded and went to school.

I am both a pistachio and a naughty egg, which often makes my family laugh and cry. Once, my father promised me a condition for some reason. I thought about it and said, "Dad, do you promise not to hit me today?" He readily promised me. When I was eating, I took a little water in my hand and spilled it on my father quietly. That's great. Father was so angry that he raised his hand and tried to hit me. I suppressed my fear, sat on the ground, crossed my legs, cocked my head and pouted and said, "Dad, why don't you keep your word?" You usually teach me to keep my promise in everything, so why did you do it today? "Alas, when I said this, my father was really startled. The hand that was held high was so slowly put down. I escaped a" beating ",but my mother was laughed at by what I said. It was really a comedy.

This is my place . I am like a ship going through a storm, moving forward in the sea. The love my parents gave me was like sails and paddles, protecting me from the wind and rain.

I was born in an ordinary family, and my parents both work in ordinary posts, but it is such an ordinary family, but it is full of happy melodies everywhere. The first is the head of the family-dad. Dad is a teacher. He works hard. At the same time, he is also a person who is particularly homesick. His "job" after work every day is to go home. Dad hardly eats out. He always said: No matter how delicious the fish outside is, it can't compare with his mother's cooking, so he can eat it with confidence.

Dad usually doesn't talk much and is very persistent about things. As long as he thinks it is right and others can't come up with any real evidence, he won't change his point of view. In study, I am my tutor, my brain, my mother's good helper in housework, and my father has become my opponent in games. But at any time, he is my good father.

Then the beautiful and gentle mother. I dare say that my mother is definitely a good housekeeper, taking care of not only her husband and daughter, but also the elderly. When grandma was ill, my mother went to grandma's house almost every day, asking questions, cooking and bringing some dirty clothes home to wash. My mother never complained about doing these things. In her opinion, she still retains the old rules of being a wife and is a virtuous wife.

I call my mother's chef, because no matter what the material is, a few changes in her hand will turn it into a delicious dish. Now my mother also pays attention to the nutritional collocation of dishes, such as meat and vegetables, and occasionally cooks some dishes she ate as a child, which is really special.

Then I like quiet, and there are some playful me. Junior high school life is very tense, but I have my own way of adjustment. Call one of my best friends and have a heart-to-heart talk. This is the best way.

The only child is the treasure of parents, and I am no exception. Since I was born, I have saved a lot of affection. My family is my compass when sailing at sea; In the scorching desert, feelings are a shadow; In a calm and beautiful harbor, my family is my seashore. Wherever I go, it will accompany me.

It is such a family of three, consisting of my parents and me. Nothing special, just a happy family that loves each other. I love my family!