Write a composition called "Family Storm in My Home", which is answered by Xuexueba. Thank you.

Family is like a slowly flowing stream, which will stir up waves from time to time, and there are many storms in my home.

It's a sunny morning. I was reading in my room when I heard a quarrel outside. I went out to have a look. It turns out that my parents quarreled. Gradually, I also heard clearly. It turned out that when dad sat down on the sofa, he accidentally crushed his mother's mobile phone screen. Dad said, "I was not careful." Mom said, "You can't stand the new mobile phone. It was deliberately crushed. " In this way, the two sides are flushed and neck and neck. In a rage, my mother slammed the door and went into the room to watch TV, ignoring us.

It doesn't matter if she is angry, but what shall we have for lunch? I have no choice but to eat instant noodles! After eating, I said to my father, "Show your sincerity and apologize to her!" " Dad didn't say anything, so I got angry and shouted at him, "Why don't we eat instant noodles at night and tomorrow morning?" Who works from home? Let's go But this time, my father was "the tortoise ate the weight" and refused to apologize for anything. When I had a plan, I immediately covered my stomach and cried, "Oh, it hurts me, it hurts me." "When Dad looked at it, he was scared and overwhelmed." What happened? Was the weather fine just now? "The crying alarmed the mother in the room, and when she came out, she screamed with fear. After all, I am her darling. I shouted, "I'm angry with you." Who told you to ignore me and let me eat instant noodles? " "Quick, go to the hospital! "Dad said." It's all my mother's fault. I shouldn't be angry about such a trifle. I was wrong. ""I was wrong, too. " Dad said, "We won't fight again. "

Looking at them, I couldn't help laughing. Now that you all know that you are wrong, my stomach won't hurt. "So you are pretending!" I laughed, and they laughed. I thought to myself: there can be small sparks in the future, but it is forbidden to have such a big spark. I want to protect my family.

Chapter 2: Family Storm

Compared with before, some changes have taken place in my family, which have become the fuse of war at home.

I never had pets at home before, but since I bought Pearl Bear, I have had a lot of troubles at home.

A few days after school started, my father worried that it would affect my study and asked me to throw away the Pearl Bear. I froze. I just wanted to speak, but I was stunned by my father's "lion roar".

Now everyone in the family has their own ideas except my father. The situation is very similar to the situation at the end of World War II: I became Israel and dared not say what I wanted to say; Mother is British, powerful and influential, but unfortunately the enemy is no match for many countries; Grandma is Swiss and doesn't care about anything but housework. Grandpa is an American. He was "neutral" at first, but he was angered and the consequences were "serious". Dad became Germany, with great strength, but no power and influence in the world; In the eyes of "Germany", Pearl Bear has become an unscrupulous Japan, silently waiting for sanctions from the "United Nations".

Dad said, "Anyway, throw away the Pearl Bear today!" "Walked into the room, he added," this is the last ultimatum! "

I snickered to myself and whispered, "Throw it, I'll throw it in my room." But the information was heard by a German intelligence officer, who killed a "comeback": "Are you going to rebel?"

After repeated "armed struggle", "local war", "protracted war" and "storming", Germany saw that the situation was wrong in the "tank war", and Hitler ordered the start of "blitzkrieg": "OK, you are good people, I am a big villain, I will throw it." After that, I went online.

Pet, I look forward to it every day when you are away, and you are worried when you come. Ladies and gentlemen, how can we establish a "peace treaty"?

Chapter III: Family Storm

When I was a child, I was very naughty. My father liked smoking and drinking. Now that I have grown up, my father has not given up, and I am still as playful as before. Then, a family storm began.

At noon today, I sat lazily on the sofa and watched TV leisurely. My mother is sweating profusely in the kitchen, as if her hands and feet are too busy. My father is smoking in the bedroom and watching TV dramas intently. This has always been a habit in our family.

"Little lazy, big lazy, have a meal!" Mother came to us and said, "You two are all beer and skittles." We sighed and walked to the table.

At the dinner table, my father picked up his glass and just wanted to take a sip, but he was immediately stopped by his mother. My mother stared at my dad as if to say, "Don't you dare drink!" Dad played an indomitable spirit and accepted his mother's challenge. As a result, my mother's mouth turned up, picked up the wine and strode to the bathroom, muttering "If you dare to drink, I will dare to pour ..." With a burst of "running water", the wine fell.

Dad's face turned red at once, but how can he compare with his mother? Dad sighed and reluctantly picked up the steamed bread and began to eat.

In the afternoon, my mother took a nap. I feel that my mother is angry for a reason. If my father and I were not so lazy, my mother wouldn't be so busy and tired. Dad is also very entangled in his heart: I can't quit drinking, and my wife can't help it, alas!

I frowned and the plan came to my mind.

I will clean with my father first. Tell mom to get up and watch. But as soon as my father woke up my mother, she looked at us maliciously. However, my mother got out of bed, glanced at her and came over with a smile and said, "Do you know what's wrong?" We nodded vigorously. "Will you do it again?" We tried to shake our heads. In this way, our family finally sat down and had a quiet and sweet dinner.

Storms are the ups and downs around you. I believe there will always be a rainbow after the rain.

Chapter Four: Family Storm

I am not afraid of anything. I'm afraid my father and mother will quarrel. I'm not bragging. If they quarrel, the sky will surely fall. At this time, I have to hide far away, otherwise, it will be regarded as a "vent bucket".

No, they are fighting again. You say it, he says it, and no one will let anyone.

"Look at you, a big man, don't know housework. What do you want me to do at home? " Mom complained. "I don't also not idle? Ask me about my job. Where is there so much work to do? I don't see any work to do. " "I can't see the previous work, I'm blind!" Mother flew into a rage and swore. "Can't you see my eyes are small?" Say, dad narrowed his eyes into a crack. "Rogue, you are obviously lazy, and you have good reason." Mom gave a sloped smile.

I was scared and thought, if they find me, it's over. But when I opened the door, I was found. "Hey, go and do your homework. Do you still want to go out to play? Read the book after finishing your homework. " I have to listen. Alas! This time, I, a monkey, failed to escape from my palm.

My mother is quick-tempered and my father is slow-tempered, but they just don't get along. Fortunately, they are all typical "bed quarrels at the end of the bed". But I hope they'd better play less.

Chapter 5: Family Storm

On the weekend night, four TV fans in our family competed to watch their favorite programs.

I lay lazily on the sofa and watched Zheng He's voyage to the West with relish. Somehow. On the way, my mother came. When I wasn't looking, I picked up the remote control and tuned it to my favorite channel, saying to me, "I'll show it to you when my mother sees it." I believed it and showed it to my mother. Unexpectedly, it happened again, so we quarreled.

While we were arguing, dad secretly changed the basketball channel while we were not looking. My mother and I both cried and laughed when we saw it. It's really a struggle between snipe and clam, and the fisherman gains! Mom grabbed the remote control and said confidently, "I want to watch the game and replay it tomorrow." Not to be outdone, Dad said, "Football is about watching Fresh. As for your TV series, what's wrong with watching one episode less? "

Seeing this, I was anxious, so I didn't have a chance to sing. No, I want to join in this battle, too. When my parents were arguing, I said to my mother, "Excuse me, I have to go first." Mom and dad have no choice but to let me do my own thing. At the moment when I was ecstatic, the cartoon was finished. I went to my mother's room in frustration and said to my parents, "Look." Mom and dad, you asked me to let you, but no one saw you.

In this way, a family storm subsided.

Chapter 6: Family Storm

In my home, there are some storms every day. Because every day my father has to bicker with my mother. Either dad smokes at home or forgets to do housework ... alas, I live in this dark world!

One time. Dad smokes at home. He sat on the sofa, smoking leisurely with a cigarette in his hand. Then, clouds of gray smoke came out of his mouth. At this time, I am doing my homework upstairs, and the smell of smoke is killing me. In the evening, my mother came back and smelled a smoke, so she hurried to my father who was cooking. Put your hand on your waist and say with a straight face, "Who allowed you to smoke at home?" Dad lied to his mother and said, "I didn't smoke!" " ""You said you didn't smoke. Do you think your little skill can fool me? No! " Hearing this, dad had to "plead guilty" obediently.

"Your punishment is: washing dishes for a week, mopping the floor for a month (once a week) and washing the toilet for a month (once a week) ..." Before my mother finished, my father cried and begged for mercy: "That's enough, I can't stand it. You have many adults. Give me a break. I dare not again! "

Mother sneered, "A leopard cannot change his spots. Who will believe you? "

Dad had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky. But I was laughing.

Chapter 7: Family Storm

On Saturday, after dinner, I put the bowl in the kitchen and plunged into the book. Suddenly, there was a quarrel between mom and dad in the kitchen, which became louder and louder. What's going on here? I wonder-you know, mom and dad seldom quarrel. So I crept into the kitchen. The kitchen door was closed, so I put my ear gently on the door and listened quietly.

"Hey, look what you've done to her. You do nothing all day! " This is dad's voice. Obviously, dad is angry. Mother whispered, "Don't be so loud. Jin Jin is still studying in the house. Don't disturb her. " I turned red when I listened. "Learning, learning, in addition to learning, learning, don't let her do housework. You really spoil her. " Dad said with a sigh. Mother said discontentedly, "We are just a baby girl, and I can't bear to let her do these housework." The quarrel between mom and dad is getting louder and louder. Suddenly grandma spoke: "Ah Chun is right, my granddaughter is reading a book. Studying is the most important thing now, and I can't bear to let my granddaughter do these housework. Let me do it! " As soon as grandma's words fell, the kitchen was silent.

Hearing this, I gently pushed open the kitchen door and said loudly, "Mom, I have all the dishes and chopsticks ready for tonight!" " "Mom suddenly froze, looked at me and smiled in surprise." Jin Jin, did you hear what we just said? ""hmm. " I replied, lowering my head to wash the dishes. Grandma and dad grinned.

The unpleasant storm soon ended. However, my heart has not been calm for a long time. I'm still thinking silently, thinking ...

Chapter 8: Family Storm

Quarrel and laughter have become a unique family sport in my family, sometimes low, sometimes high, sometimes sad, sometimes cheerful.

Once, I got 30 points in my usual exam. When the teacher hasn't handed out my test paper, I was actually laughing at the poor performance of other students in the exam, but I can say, "Li Maoping got 30 points." I woke up from complacency. I walked weakly to the podium, trying to catch the paper, but I couldn't catch it, as if it were a thousand pounds. Finally, I don't know how to grab it, let alone how to walk home.

Just arrived at the door, my mother took my schoolbag with a wry smile: "Good daughter, how many points did you get in the exam?" I handed the paper to my mother with trembling hands. When my mother saw the dazzling 30 minutes, the smile on her face disappeared: "What are you reading?" You are happy all day, and your father and I have to pay your tuition. Who deserves this? Your father will come back to pick you up later! "I am afraid and hate myself. When it was time for lunch, my father came back. As soon as I entered the door, my mother told my father about it. Dad slapped me angrily, made me kneel on the washboard and said I wouldn't eat. My younger brother smiled proudly, and even my grandparents who usually love me supported my parents' actions. At this time, I feel that I am the most pitiful person in the world. I thought about it and began to cry. "I am embarrassed to cry after taking this test." "So many people in our class failed, not just me." Hardly had I finished when my father slapped me in the face. After that, I never dared to talk back to my parents again.

This is just a small family storm, but it left a deep impression on me and made me realize that parents are strict with their children.

Grandma's "naughty"

Grandma has a pair of lovely parrots, and I often go to see them during holidays. This little guy caused a family storm in my house.

The feathers of the two little things are very bright: the head looks like a yellow headscarf, the back looks like a light green coat, and the abdomen looks like a dark green Chinese-style chest covering. They are all fat and strong, with a curved mouth under a pair of flexible and bright eyes. When they walk, they stand straight, just like two learned doctors, cute and funny. I gave them two nicknames: the one with a blue nose is called "light blue" and the one with a white nose is called "white". "Light blue" is naughty, while "white" is quiet.

At grandma's house, I get up early every day to feed them millet. Every time I feed, "light light blue" always shouts with joy when she sees me approaching, and rushes to greedily peck at the millet at the bottom of the cage, for fear of grabbing food for nothing with it. But "white" is not always waiting for "light light blue" to stop before eating, as it imagined. Once, I said angrily and humorously to "light light blue": "You naughty boy, greedy!" "Light light blue" listened to my words, as if puzzled, and stood there, only arguing with "white" for food for a while.

They made out with me! Every time I put my hand into the cage, "light light blue" jumps into my palm. Sometimes, it will play tricks on me and fly back to the cage for fear that I will punish it. "White" is different. It always stands there quietly. When I touch its feathers, it will peck my hand gently like gratitude.

One day, I found that "light blue" and "white" had a lot of white things on their heads. Are you sick? I asked my father anxiously. My father, who taught biology, calmly told me not to be afraid. So they're going to change their feathers. It didn't take long for them to grow furry new feathers on their heads and become more beautiful and lovely.

I love them more after the storm.

In the days when I left my grandmother's house to go to school, "light light blue" and "nothing" always worried me. New Year's Day is coming, and I can see my old friends again. Do they remember me?

Tears from childhood (this article will also be revised)

My childhood, the happy time was in my grandmother's house full of happiness, and my tears were sprinkled on my grandfather's house where boys were preferred to girls.

At my grandmother's house, I can fight with my cousin and grandfather, run with my uncle and play games with my grandmother and aunt. However, every time I say a word to my grandfather, I have to think it over in my mind, because I am afraid that I will say something wrong and be scolded by my grandfather. At grandpa's house, I have to make way for my brother everywhere. Play chess with my brother. If I win, if my brother is good, I will say I don't play. When my brother is in a bad mood, he will knock over the chessboard, and then make a scene with grandpa, saying that I cheated as soon as I turned around. Sometimes when I go to the bathroom to wash my hands, my brother secretly changes chess for me. When I went back to play chess, I found that the pieces had been moved. I can't say that my pain can only be kept in my heart. However, my uncle and aunt and I don't have to be so restrained, we can laugh as much as we want. My uncle and aunt only come back once a year, and only then can we laugh heartily.

Once, my father bought me a telescope. My brother saw it and took it to play without saying anything. If it doesn't look pleasing to the eye, he will fall to the ground without compensation. In a rage, I took back the broken telescope. Brother told grandpa. At that time, my parents were not at home, and my grandfather called me over and interrogated me like a prisoner. My grandfather asked me to give the telescope to my brother, but I didn't. My grandfather said that I am a sister, and my sister wants to make way for my brother. Let go, let go, I let go for so many years, and I still want to let go today. I am very angry. I am angry why I want to be my sister. It's ridiculous to be angry with my grandfather. What would my grandfather say if I were my sister? My sister is just an excuse. The real reason is that he is too patriarchal, and my grandfather still stays in that patriarchal era. I ran out of grandpa's room, slammed the door, ran to my room and cried loudly. I hate it. I prefer boys to girls.

Every time I think of my mother saying that grandpa left us when I was two years old, I hate, hate the atmosphere of this family. He prefers boys to girls.

Whenever I think of the quarrel between my mother and grandma, I will hide in the corner and cry alone. I cried with determination. I cry, I must surpass my brother and be better than my brother.

I don't love grandpa, but I love my grandparents, my parents, my cousin, and my uncles and aunts.

Now is not the time to prefer boys to girls, but the time when men are superior to women and men are equal.