Woaiwojia composition

Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was a child, my mother often sang the song "My father is a boat and my mother is a sail, carrying Wen Wen to form a happy family", coaxing me into a sweet dream. Whenever I recall that my mother sang this song when I was a child, I can't help feeling homesick.

Speaking of my family, happy things happen from time to time. Although the sparrow is small and complete, yes, my family is like this. Although there are only three people in my family, officials of all sizes are well informed. My father is the president of the United Nations, and my mother and I are permanent members of the Security Council. We discuss family affairs together. Take turns to be the duty student at home. The happiest thing is that on the day when it's my turn to be on duty, I can exercise the rights of an adult, master the expenses at home that day and buy a lot of things I like to eat. Although peace is the mainstream of my family, there are occasional local wars. . I remember once my mother came home from work with a big bag of things and mopped the floor as soon as she got home. Just because my mother is an impatient person, she does things very neatly. If she sees you dawdling there, she will definitely kick you. Soon my father came back. As soon as he got home, he put on the airs of the president of the United Nations and asked his mother to cook good food for him. Now my mother is rebellious and quarreling with my father. My father refused to accept the argument that "men are the masters outside and women are the masters inside", but my mother did not show weakness, posing that "Indonesia and Malaysia are both female presidents, both men and women who have governed the country, both inside and outside."

Although my home is small, it is always full of happiness and happiness. At home, my father is just a civil servant and my mother is an ordinary worker. But they are very concerned about my study and life. My father often tutors and checks my homework. Last year, when I was in the near future, my father went to Nanning on business, but he still called me to encourage me to review well, not to put too much pressure on the exam, but to have confidence in doing well in it. My mother is the hero of my family, and she is as busy as a bee every day. I have no free time at all, but she definitely cares about my study. Every day, no matter how busy I am, I will take time to check my homework. Because of her low level of education, I ask her for advice when I encounter any problems in my study. She will definitely teach you a few words: "I don't attend classes, I only know how to ask." Think for yourself! As soon as there is a mistake, she fights with each other and beats me to the ground. My dad can't help her with this! In life, my parents can be said to be considerate and meticulous to me, but their caring methods are different. My mother dotes on me as much as possible to meet my dietary hobbies and dressing needs, and often gives me small change, while my father, on the contrary, prefers to let me eat vegetarian food such as vegetables I don't like, often teaches me to eat snacks with a straight face, often tells me about his hard life at school, often lets me watch revolutionary feature films and helps me borrow some past events. He seldom gives me pocket money, which gives me the feeling of being stingy, but also generous. I remember in July this year, my father asked my mother to buy less meat, but my father loved meat. When I asked my mother why, my mother told me that my father saved money to help me buy a "memorable star" that I yearned for. I couldn't help crying when I heard the news.

Every weekend, people in the yard often see our family playing badminton, poker and other games. When the sun goes down, people in the town often see us walking along the river bank together. In my family, what can be happier and happier than this paradise-like happiness? In my imagination, what I want to say is that only my happy little family can shelter me from the wind and rain and grow up with me happily. I will always love my home. I will study hard scientific and cultural knowledge, make my home more beautiful and lovely with wisdom, and add icing on the cake to my happy home with hardworking hands.

I love my family.

I have a happy family of four: a capable father, a hardworking mother, a lively me and a lovely sister.

Although my parents run a factory, they are not bosses. They just sit in the office and do some things like other employees.

My father works very hard and is never late for work. Dad is very enthusiastic about his friends and colleagues. Dad is very diligent. When he comes home from work, he always helps his mother do some housework. Dad loves me very much. No matter what I want, as long as it is useful, he will try his best to meet my requirements, especially school supplies. He always gives me what I want. Treat your sister in the same way. But dad always likes to play jokes on his sister, making her laugh and cry every time.

Where's mom? Mom works as hard as dad. My mother is sincere and amiable, and is a typical wife and mother. My mother takes pains to clean the house every day, so that everyone in the family can live a comfortable life, but she has never said that she is bitter or tired. My mother often teaches me to study hard. Although my mother encouraged me to study hard, she never forced us to study with severe punishment. Besides taking care of our daily life and guiding us to study, my mother is also particularly concerned about our health. I often think that my mother is greater than Confucius.

What about me? Currently studying in Class 9, Grade 1, Chongya Middle School. My grades are average. I go home once a week. As soon as I get home, I will take the initiative to help my mother do some housework as much as I can after finishing my homework. I'm mom's little assistant.

As for my sister, she studies in Class 5 of Zen Primary School <1>. Her academic performance is very good. She has a lively and lovely personality. She likes reading, but sometimes she is naughty. She often talks back to her father, but sometimes she is rational.

This is my harmonious and happy home. I love my family. I love my father, mother and sister. How's it going? Envy me!

I think you must have a harmonious and happy family, too?

I love my family.

Home is a word that is warm when mentioned and fascinating when remembered. People who are destined to be a family.

Home, everyone has a home, and home is the most familiar place for everyone. Have our dearest family, the most beloved things.

Home is the earliest society that everyone comes into contact with. There are our joys and sorrows here. And everyone's mood will affect the mood of others in the family.

Home is the warmest place. Hard-working parents always struggle for a living. It ushered in the sunrise and sent away the sunset. In the morning, when you get up lazily, the breakfast carefully prepared by your mother is already on the table. When you get home at night, although your parents haven't prepared dinner because of busy things, your considerate mother will always prepare snacks and a glass of water for you.

Home is the sustenance of your soul. When you succeed, your family is really happy for you and gives you the most sincere congratulations. When you fail, your family encourages you from time to time, gives you the strength of love, and gives you the courage to walk into the door of success from the haze of failure. When you are sad and feel that there are no friends around you to talk to, you will suddenly feel that home is the only person you can talk to. The care and consideration of your family will gradually eliminate the shadow in your heart.

Home is also a school that teaches you how to adapt to society and how to be a man. Careful mother is always by your side, teaching you how to respect teachers and treat your friends and classmates at school. A strict father will always help you in your study and severely criticize you when you do something wrong carelessly. Perhaps, in the past, you would think that your mother was so nagging and your father's sternness frightened you. Then, you will feel that mom's nagging is so kind and warm; And the severity of your father makes you feel your father's infinite expectations.

Home changes as time goes by. Our parents are old, and we grow up day by day. As you get older, you will feel the deep love of your parents more and more strongly. Now that you are grown up, you should be filial to your parents who were old that day.

Home is created by parents together. People from birth to adulthood to success are inseparable from the care, education, influence and support of this family. Everyone's growth is saturated with the efforts of their parents.

Home, my favorite place, I will study hard with my parents' expectations, and I will go home with success in the future.

I love my family.

Home, the harbor of the soul, the pure land of body and mind forever. Every time I encounter setbacks in an affair, the power behind it becomes stronger and stronger. Originally thought, love without reason is pale and thin, and can't stand the test of time. Until that moment, I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.

I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and the most unrequited love. I still believe in this. But as I grew up and matured, I said nothing about my mother's loving advice. Whenever the school organizes an outing, I will handle my mother's instructions while sorting things out. In retrospect, bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like movies. Looking from the beautiful ripples in the sea of memory, I was suddenly surprised: why did my admiration for my mother disappear in my childhood and now it has disappeared? Why does the image of a tall and kind mother become wordy now when I was a child? Why is kindness as a child serious now? Whenever I let my mother go to school alone, she always laughs and doesn't answer. Begging hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and wrote her worries on her face when reminding me to pay attention to safety.

My father gave me more love than maternal love.

If maternal love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then paternal love is a cup of mellow coffee; If maternal love is a running stream, then paternal love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad. Sometimes my mother is like a lively and kind sister I know, and sometimes she is like a harsh English teacher. My father is not strict father, but more like a friend and hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of a foreign land, I was sad for a year, but the sunset and sunrise never changed. At this moment, I looked at my father's smile and couldn't speak unconsciously, so that the twilight of the sunset made me cry. If maternal love is the starry sky in midsummer, then paternal love is the starry sky in the middle of winter. Every time I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. Let me feel that behind those eyes is a big well, full of memories and long-term and firm thinking. On the other hand, its appearance shines with modern light, just as the sun shines on the leaves on the outer layer of a tree or between the ripples in a deep lake.

When I was in the second grade, I asked my mother more than once if she would go to school. Her mother always looked at me affectionately and didn't answer. Gradually, the righteousness has become a soft grind. When my mother finally agreed, my heart was like a wild horse without a reins. After a lifetime of unrestrained love and freedom, I have breathed more freedom and fresh air, and my little heart has an unprecedented feeling, just like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

School is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I was as excited as a rabbit when I didn't find a figure familiar to my parents. The calm appearance tried to hide the excitement. Step by step along the familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short at this time. The moment I took out my key, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, which was comforting but somewhat ridiculous: "Not bad, I can go home by myself ..."

In this way, I run between home and school with my feet every day. I have experienced the late spring when a hundred flowers blossom, the summer when the sun shines brightly, the late autumn when red leaves are like fire, and the winter when clothes are wrapped in silver. Year after year, I passed through the third grade of ignorance, the fourth grade of innocence and the fifth grade of stress.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing and met at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake my sleeping parents, I quietly woke my roommate and crept out of the house. Looking back, the whole building was shrouded in the early morning twilight, but the familiar position was still lit, and two figures stood in front of the window. There was a warm current in my heart, and the darkness ahead became bright at this moment. I have been walking in their eyes for so many years, and I am so happy.

An opponent who can't be modified will always be warm behind his back, always pay attention to it and don't know how to cherish it. I still remember a warm opponent who always took care of me. The ideal has finally come today, and I hope to share the glory. Indulging in scale, she was ungrateful, but maternal love never gave in. She was determined to break away from the struggle and finally repay her kindness. Spring breeze and rain warm my heart, and I care for it silently all my life. It was your warm eyes that taught me to look firmly at the road ahead and told me not to give up when I fell. I can't explain how to repay my kindness Love is infinite. Please allow me to say that I really love you.

I love my family.

I have a warm and happy home, where there is love and joy everywhere. Dad's humor and mom's kindness make our home warmer.

One sunny morning, my parents and I took the train all night and came to the capital Beijing. Just arrived, I heard a good news: there is a "family competition" game next to the North Ring Happiness Supermarket, which starts at 9 o'clock. My parents and I put away the hotel things in a hurry and went to sign up. The game is about to start!

The first game: parents put their children in the middle, tie their children's legs with ropes, and three people walk together. The first family to reach the finish line wins. When we were ready, a gunshot, my parents and I quickly rushed to the finish line. Because I always walk differently from my parents, my parents simply picked me up and left. Haha, it's so cool. It's like flying. When I look back, other families are far away from us, and they are almost finished. Mouth! We won the first game! I am ecstatic.

The second race: relay race, parents and children run together, one after another, and the first one to finish will of course win! My mom and I made my dad the boss, because my dad ran fastest, I came second and my mom came last. Dad runs every day. Now, running is for dad to let Zhang Fei eat bean sprouts-a piece of cake. It's my turn Like a brave swallow, I rushed forward to distance my mother, and she would run much easier. After many troubles, we still won the second game! I am very excited.

The third game: telepathy, parents give their children a guess. This is a game to test the inner harmony between parents and children. At the beginning of the game, mom and dad gestured nervously, and I guessed nervously. I don't know whether our word card is too simple or I am too smart. I guess it all in a short time and it's all right!

At this time, the host announced that the winner of this "Family Competition" was the ㄗòら T family (the host asked me to give the family a name when I signed up, so I called it this)! Wow ~ ~ I jumped three feet in excitement. Look at my parents. They were all sweaty and flushed. Dad smiled, and so did mom. I'm happier. I approached my parents and helped them dry their sweat with my soft little hands. The onlookers applauded warmly and congratulated us. After receiving the prize, we were as happy as birds, holding it back to the hotel.

Home, the harbor of the soul, the pure land of body and mind forever. Every time I encounter setbacks in an affair, the power behind it becomes stronger and stronger. Originally thought, love without reason is pale and thin, and can't stand the test of time. Until that moment, I vaguely understood the meaning of "love" and vaguely understood that love does not need a reason.

I have always believed that maternal love is the greatest and the most unrequited love. I still believe in this. But as I grew up and matured, I said nothing about my mother's loving advice. Whenever the school organizes an outing, I will handle my mother's instructions while sorting things out. In retrospect, bits and pieces of the past appear in my mind like movies. Looking from the beautiful ripples in the sea of memory, I was suddenly surprised: why did my admiration for my mother disappear in my childhood and now it has disappeared? Why does the image of a tall and kind mother become wordy now when I was a child? Why is kindness as a child serious now? Whenever I let my mother go to school alone, she always laughs and doesn't answer. Begging hard, my mother finally reluctantly agreed, and wrote her worries on her face when reminding me to pay attention to safety.

My father gave me more love than maternal love.

If maternal love is a cup of sweet sugar water, then paternal love is a cup of mellow coffee; If maternal love is a running stream, then paternal love is a vast sea. Maternal love is delicate and sweet, while paternal love is profound and broad. Sometimes my mother is like a lively and kind sister I know, and sometimes she is like a harsh English teacher. My father is not strict father, but more like a friend and hero. Looking back at yesterday in front of a foreign land, I was sad for a year, but the sunset and sunrise never changed. At this moment, I looked at my father's smile and couldn't speak unconsciously, so that the twilight of the sunset made me cry. If maternal love is the starry sky in midsummer, then paternal love is the starry sky in the middle of winter. Every time I look into my father's eyes, I have an illusion. Let me feel that behind those eyes is a big well, full of memories and long-term and firm thinking. On the other hand, its appearance shines with modern light, just as the sun shines on the leaves on the outer layer of a tree or between the ripples in a deep lake.

When I was in the second grade, I asked my mother more than once if she would go to school. Her mother always looked at me affectionately and didn't answer. Gradually, the righteousness has become a soft grind. When my mother finally agreed, my heart was like a wild horse without a reins. After a lifetime of unrestrained love and freedom, I have breathed more freedom and fresh air, and my little heart has an unprecedented feeling, just like a spring breeze blowing on my face.

School is over. Walk out of the school gate and look around. I was as excited as a rabbit when I didn't find a figure familiar to my parents. The calm appearance tried to hide the excitement. Step by step along the familiar road. Somehow, the long road in the past feels extremely short at this time. The moment I took out my key, I suddenly heard a familiar voice, which was comforting but somewhat ridiculous: "Not bad, I can go home by myself ..."

In this way, I run between home and school with my feet every day. I have experienced the late spring when a hundred flowers blossom, the summer when the sun shines brightly, the late autumn when red leaves are like fire, and the winter when clothes are wrapped in silver. Year after year, I passed through the third grade of ignorance, the fourth grade of innocence and the fifth grade of stress.

I remember when I was in the sixth grade, the school organized a spring outing and met at the school at three in the morning. In order not to wake my sleeping parents, I quietly woke my roommate and crept out of the house. Looking back, the whole building was shrouded in the early morning twilight, but the familiar position was still lit, and two figures stood in front of the window. There was a warm current in my heart, and the darkness ahead became bright at this moment. I have been walking in their eyes for so many years, and I am so happy.

In my family, my father claims to be knowledgeable and omnipotent, and is called "Mr. erudite"; My mother pretends to be an "all-powerful wife", while I am an out-and-out "optimist". No matter big or small, I will laugh twice. When the three of us got together, the room was full of laughter.

Speaking of this day, Mr. erudite accidentally broke my walkman. Whatever tape was put in and taken out, it must have been messed up. Hehe, this made my self-proclaimed "omnipotent" dad damage a lot of brain cells. He turned over the instructions and pressed all the keys he could, but it was useless. So he looked at me blankly and said to himself, "That's it, it's time to go to the repair shop again ....." At this moment, my mother walked into the room in four steps, picked up the walkman, took a disdainful look, opened the box, pounded it up, and after a while, handed it to my dad and said, "Here, all right." Dad looked at her, refused to believe, sneered twice and tentatively put the tape in. In a flash, beautiful music "flowed" from it, and the sound quality seemed to be better than the original. I can't help clapping my hands to say goodbye. Look at my father again. He looked at his mother in surprise and his eyes rolled around. I was really worried that his eyes would fall out. "Well, as a thank you, you can wash the dishes for a week!" "Universal wife" bureaucracy. Good, good. Dad put down the walkman and went into the kitchen to wash dishes while answering.

After a while, my mother came out of the room humming a tune. When she saw me, she happily sang "Someone washed the dishes this week ..." "Ok! Hey, mom, how did you fix it? " Mom immediately shut up, tossed her hair and raised her eyebrows-"keep it a secret." Although this "all-round lady" is very smart at the moment. Sometimes, what she does can make you laugh and cry.

That's right. If something goes wrong, it will happen. One morning, I opened my eyes and took a habitual look at my watch. "Ah, six forty!" I rolled down from the bed and got dressed as soon as possible, but I couldn't find my pants. "Mom, where are my pants?" "Ah, I washed it, it seems that it hasn't dried yet ..." After a while, she ran over to me with a pair of semi-dry pants and said, "Nothing, I'll help you." Say, take pants into the kitchen. I was very surprised. I really don't know what new tricks this "omnipotent wife" is going to do. Time is pressing, so I rushed into the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. Less than 1 minute, a burnt smell wafted over. My first reaction was: pants were killed! Sure enough, my mother handed me a pair of burnt pants with more than 20 holes. "I'm sorry. I just put it in the microwave oven to dry, and that's it ... ""Mrs Almighty "! Do you want me to cry or laugh! In desperation, I casually put on a pair of pants and rushed out of the house.

Ah, this is my home, a home full of laughter. In this family, countless things that make people laugh often make me laugh out loud in my dreams. I, I really want to say: I love my family!

An opponent who can't be modified will always be warm behind his back, always pay attention to it and don't know how to cherish it. I still remember a warm opponent who always took care of me. The ideal has finally come today, and I hope to share the glory. Indulging in scale, she was ungrateful, but maternal love never gave in. She was determined to break away from the struggle and finally repay her kindness. Spring breeze and rain warm my heart, and I care for it silently all my life. It was your warm eyes that taught me to look firmly at the road ahead and told me not to give up when I fell. I can't explain how to repay my kindness Love is infinite. Please allow me to say that I really love you.

This game, let me feel the perfection of this home, the warmth of this home, the warmth of this home, the joy of this home, how beautiful everything in this home is!

Ah! I love my family and this loving family!