In my story with my family

1. A touching story of me and my family.

Start with small things and see big things from small ones. For example, if you go to school, but your parents are at home, they will help you make your bed, quilt and desk, help you bask in the quilt, wash clothes and prepare meals. You came back, habitually, without feeling, angry with your parents because you were in a bad mood, but they didn't say anything, when you needed help, when you were a strong arm. It was not until one day that you came home from school early that you found that your parents had left a note on a business trip. Looking at the empty house, my heart was empty, and I suddenly realized that my parents were always around. How happy this is!

2. The story of me and my family.

The Story of Me and My Family-Part One

"The sky is coming, the moon is coming, and the sun and the moon are pushing each other; It is summer when it is cold, summer when it is cold, summer when it is cold, and summer when it is cold. " Time flies, pushing people forward, and before I know it, I am 18 years old.

18 years old, independent age, in this year, I will no longer be a child, but an adult.

18 years is very long and short. It is very long, because it makes me forget too much; It's short because at 18, I have grown up, but my parents have gray temples.

18 years has changed me a lot. I'm no longer that silly kid who loves to play with his sister and cry all day. I began to have my own thoughts and secrets. And the way I get along with my family is also changing subtly.

18 years ago, I was just a bird hiding under a big tree. 18 years later, I want to fly, and I want to be able to protect the people I love.

That year, my mother was ill and was taken to the hospital in the middle of the night. I am anxious and want to care more about her, but because the final exam is coming soon, my mother keeps everything from me and won't let my father tell me. She only wants me to do well in the exam, but she wants me to spend more time with her. I am anxious to see my father wandering between home and hospital every day, but no matter how I ask, the answer is just "Your mother is fine, it will be fine in a few days."

Finally, before the exam, I persuaded my father to take me to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at my mother's thin face. My nose is sour and I feel a little distressed. But some kind of consciousness reminds me: "No! Never cry in front of your mother, it will make her sad! " So I had to ask questions to distract me, but my mother thought I was playful and asked me to go home early to review. I'm sorry to hear that, because my mother doesn't know the real reason why I did it.

I always feel that there is a deep gap between my mother and me that I can't cross. We can only look at each other across the bank. Just like my mother's personality, it widens the gap.

/kloc-in 0/8 years, every bit of life has changed me all the time. Gradually, I began to be reluctant to share my thoughts with others. No matter what I think, I almost never tell others, just because I'm afraid that others sometimes don't understand me, and I'm even more afraid that I will make others worry. The book says: If I have a happy grass, I will give it to you, because I want to make you happy; If I had two, I would give you one, and I would be very happy. If I have three happy grasses, I will give you two and one to me, because I hope you are happier than me! So I just hope that what I bring to others is only happiness, not trouble.

From 65438 to 2008, under the influence of my father, both he and I enjoyed watching TV dramas with war themes, such as "Bright Sword". Every time I watch it, we always talk and teach me a lot.

My father and I both hate a neighbor because she always likes to take advantage of others, and she is also very conceited. Every time I see her, I can't help cursing in my heart, but my father is very tolerant. As long as it is not excessive, she won't care.

Many times, my father is very modest. He doesn't have many words, but he can deeply influence me. But unfortunately, I didn't learn his modest character. When I am with my father, I always feel that I am with an old friend. There is no generation gap, no impurities from different times. Only happiness, understanding and care. ...

From 65438 to 2008, my father always guided me forward like the dawn. Under his guidance, I fell in love with mathematics. Under his influence, I fell in love with the quiet rural life. With his help, I overcame obstacles again and again and went forward bravely.

18 years, and its length cannot be calculated. In retrospect, there seems to be too few stories with parents. Calm as the sea, but once you find the end, it will pour out like a flood.

Zi said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night.

I don't know what I will think of my family after 18, but I believe that 18 can change too many things and happen too many stories. Maybe at that time, I can really be a towering tree in my family to protect my family and write our stories.

Author: I-I am very happy every night.

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3. The composition "The Story of Me and My Family" is 200 words.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and green waters, red flowers and green grass, natural scenery can give people a sense of beauty, all because colors constitute a colorful world. In this text, we can enjoy the blue sea-sky junction, "there are brown motorboats and silver warships" and "white and gray seagulls flying in the sky". In the morning, these scenery are "all covered with golden yellow by the morning sun". Colorful, the author is like a master painter, painting a beautiful landscape with colorful colors. For example, at the beginning of the article "Young Runtu", "There is a golden full moon hanging in the dark blue sky, and endless green watermelons are planted under the sand by the sea. In the meantime, there was an eleven-or twelve-year-old boy with a silver ring and a steel fork in his hand, who tried his best to stab a horse ... It is these colors of "deep blue", "golden yellow" and "green" that not only make the image of the young leap soil more vivid, but also make the scenery at the seaside of his hometown contain a kind of artistic conception, so it has a strong appeal. Perhaps color is commonplace in our life, and sometimes our eyes will ignore its existence and beauty. If students can carefully observe and taste the shape and color of the landscape, they can create a beautiful watercolor painting. It is color that beautifies the landscape, and it is color that makes the landscape exude charming brilliance. You see: "in the peach and plum garden of the school, the green leaves of Magnolia grandiflora are still reluctant to hang on the branches;" The leaves of Cinnamomum camphora turned half yellow and half green, and an autumn wind blew, so they had to leave the mother tree, flying and falling on the ground like lovely flowers, and the ground was covered with colorful carpets. Look at those maple trees that are not too big. I wonder who dyed the maple leaves red? Pieces and clusters of red leaves are so attractive and charming ... "The autumn colors on campus in this classmate's exercise are so charming! The scenery is more colorful. When describing scenery, students should pay attention to the art of color, use the words describing color appropriately, pay attention to the contrast and change of color, and avoid the simplification of color. In this way, the scenery you write will be lively and charming. I am a famous Jinjiang native. I have devoted all my efforts to hundreds of thousands of descendants. Now, my industry is more and more developed. The life of my children and grandchildren is getting more and more prosperous, but I am not what I used to be. I am riddled with holes and ugly, and I will never find a piece of pure land, pure land and clean water. I'm thinking, searching and finding out because many rich children and grandchildren are not good to me. You see: choking smoke billows from the chimney rack like a forest, covering my head; The exhaust gas from the shuttle cars has been coming at me, making my face black; Most of the domestic garbage of my children and grandchildren, the waste liquid discharged from the factory, seeped into my skin, flowed into my blood, and invaded my body ... day after day, I was helpless, and I became angry year after year. One day, a group of happy red scarves came to me singing and carrying farm tools and saplings. I know them-descendants of the people who hurt me. I'm a little scared: I'm afraid those red scarves have already started to act-planting trees! I was ecstatic and looked at them affectionately: digging holes, raising soil, carrying water, watering ... they were very active! The excavator had a wet towel on his shoulder, a shovel in his hand, and thrust it into the soil. Then push with your feet, lean back, scoop up the soil like soup, "splash" it behind you, and the soil will fall. After repeated several times, I dug a hole. The saplings are carefully put into the pit, righted, then cultivated with an excavator and watered with water. In an instant, grievances and pains vanished. I am busy asking Grandma Feng to wipe the sweat from their faces. Will I be unhappy if they help me make new clothes? They also planted the seeds of flowers here, and soon I will wear a colorful flower skirt! Can I not get excited? You don't know, do you? This group of red scarves also helped me clean up the garbage, took down plastic bags from trees and warned people to use less "white pollution". Driven by the red scarf, those unscrupulous citizens gradually became upright. In the past, the sight of mosquitoes and flies flying around the trash can disappeared, and the tree dust on both sides of the street disappeared. My life is bright and colorful! I am intoxicated: the mountains are green, the water is blue, the grass is green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant ... this is the original me! Thanks to the children for returning me to the mountains and rivers, I will give my descendants endless treasures and eternal happiness. ...

The story of my family and me, about 200 words.

The story of me and my family

I like my grandma best in our family. By the way, I also want to introduce my family to you!

My father is an accountant. He always said, "Nothing, nothing." My mother is a fourth-grade teacher. She has always been very strict with me, so I secretly nicknamed her "strict godmother". My grandfather is a carpenter. He is always affable. I love my grandfather very much. My grandfather is also a craftsman and my grandmother is a farmer. She is busy all day and works hard. I also have two uncles, one working in Nanjing and the other in Beijing. They are all excellent. I want to learn from them and make a difference when I grow up.

I love my family. I will study hard and make progress every day to repay their kindness to me!

5. Junior high school students' composition "The Story of Me and My Family"

The story of me and my family

My home is very simple, just me and my parents. They are old and look lonely. But with me around, the silent room is alive.

Whenever I come home from work, I become their announcer at the dinner table. Which teacher in the school bought new clothes and changed hair styles, which teacher had fresh recipes, what was said at the school meeting, how did the students behave in class, and how short the west was? These are trivial things in life, but they stay at home and are hard to know. They listened with relish. Sometimes comment a few words and talk about your own views. The whole dining table became a big conference room, just like a family meeting. The delicious food floats between your lines. Their life is simple, but because I don't stop reporting, it becomes rich and interesting.

My mother likes playing poker. Whenever she goes out to play after dinner, her father will say "come to my senses". And I will say, "She can play whenever she wants, and she can stay at home all the time". After listening to what I said, my father lost his breath and went to watch TV. When my mother comes back from playing poker, I always ask, "Who won?" . Mom is like a few treasures: "Your aunt lost fifteen grains of corn, Liu Rong's daughter-in-law won two grains, Lao Lou's family won ten grains, and I won three grains." Winning or losing is different every time. In the round-trip turnover of corn kernels, they played seriously and unequivocally. It's like winning a house and losing land. Everything is clear.

Mom seems to be much younger when playing poker.

When chatting with my mother, I always forget to remind her: "Eat early and have fun." With my support, my mother is happier.

Dad likes listening to the radio. Whenever there is something important, he will tell me and discuss national affairs with me. It seems that he has become president who cares about the country and the people, and I have become his clerk. He never said this to his mother, who only cares about her three meals a day, daily necessities. Sometimes I have to say, Dad, "What's the use of listening to that? You have the final say! " "And I helped my father say," It's useless. It's a little embarrassing. No one can fool people who understand the policy. "In the news, my father and I formed a united front, and we are bosom friends.

Whenever I wake up in the morning, the first thing is to turn on the radio. My father won't get up when he listens. I open the door when I'm cooking, and sometimes fumes run all over the house. Mother calls us radio fans.

I know that no one can change the habits that old people have developed all their lives. They live according to their own habits, which is very smooth and happy. I, on the other hand, shuttled through their respective lives, making them have more fun with each other. Old people need to be coaxed to be happy. Therefore, my stories with them are always interesting and affectionate.

Lots of stories, lots of happiness.

6. My story composition with my relatives is 400 words.

I lived with my mother for eleven years. Of course, many things happened between my mother and me, and the one I remember most clearly is that one.

When I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I was fascinated by chess, so I asked my mother to buy me a box of chess and a book about chess. I am very happy with chess and books, as if I had won a baby. After dinner, I took a book and read it carefully. In a short time, I learned how to play chess and how to move every piece. But how can a person get off? I thought of my mother. Although my mother can't play chess, she readily agreed for me and immediately learned from me modestly.

The next morning, I asked my mother if she would like to play chess with me, and my mother readily agreed. The game started, and I proudly arranged the pieces. After arranging the chess game, I asked my mother to play chess first. Because my mother's skill is not as good as mine, a few minutes later, I killed all her soldiers, horses and guns, only two soldiers were lost, one shot and one horse. After a few minutes, my mother was finally eaten by my car. My mother lost, and I jumped with excitement. After several games, I beat my mother every time, which also made me a little proud.

After my mother lost the chess game, she took a chess book every day when she had leisure, but I put it aside and didn't even read the book. A month later, I played chess with my mother again. My mother made great progress, but I stopped. The first game was over, and my mother and I tied. The next three games surprised me: I only won one game, while my mother won two. I was really impressed by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed. Students' mothers have surpassed their sons and teachers. I quickly picked up the chessboard and read it intently. I can't be proud anymore.

Growing up, my mother taught me knowledge and the truth of being a man. My mother said that she learned a lot with her son, and she grew up with him. Under the care of my mother, my grades have been very good, and my mother has made great progress in chess and card painting, finding the joy of life I have never had before.

7. Composition "The Story of My Family and Me" 200

Dad, you are a star, accompanying me to fly my childhood dreams; Dad, you are an umbrella, holding up a clear sky without rain for me; Dad, you are a pool of water that contains my ignorance and anger; Dad, you are a bridge; Let me move from sadness to happiness. ...

"winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists." A kind voice said, "Have you forgotten what Tagore said,' If you shed tears because you missed the stars, you will also miss the sun'?" I looked at my father in surprise. He still looked at me kindly without saying anything critical of me. By the time of the next math exam, I was the first in my class! How's it going? Have you accepted my father's criticism of "replacing strictness with looseness" now?

I remember one time, my father specially opened a remedial class for my final exam, and I actively cooperated with my father for fear of making mistakes. "Which dynasty was Su Shi a writer?" "Tang Dynasty!" I answered without hesitation. Dad smiled and said, "Think again!" "Yes, it is the Tang Dynasty!" I am still very confident. Dad smiled again: "Su Shi is one of the' Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties', but he is from Song Dynasty." "So that's it!" What a big loophole. Fortunately, my father corrected it in time.

Usually, I often ask my father some questions that I don't understand. Whenever and wherever, he will patiently explain it to me. In this way, with the passage of time, my knowledge and insight will also increase. ...

Yes! Dad is the sea, and I am a boat on the sea. In the storm, you are the ripple of the waves, pushing me to the shore smoothly; Dad is the blue sky, and I am the flying goose in the blue sky. In the clear sky, you are a white cloud, let me shuttle in your broad heart. ...

There are four people in my family, father, mother, sister and me. Four people each have their own personalities, forming a perfect family.

My mother is the hardest working person in my family. Once our group was on duty, my mother saw me mopping the floor and came to help me mop it without saying anything, and also helped other students mop it.

Dad talks a lot after drinking, but he is also very serious at ordinary times. Once, my sister and I have been jumping rubber bands after school and forgot to do our homework. When my father came back, he checked my homework. I saw that I didn't write it. He hit me a few times in a rage and helped me finish my homework carefully afterwards.

My sister and I are twin sisters, but she was born a few minutes before me. There are too many similarities between us, but the biggest difference is that we have different personalities. My sister is very stingy. Once the glue was used up, I borrowed it from her and she wouldn't lend it to me.

Another time, I used her eraser, and she shouted, "Who asked you to use mine? Don't you have it yourself? " I dare not say anything.

When it comes to painting, I am the first in my family. When I was five years old, one day my father, mother and sister went shopping. I had nothing to do alone, so I picked up paper and drew. By the time they came back, I had drawn many pictures. After reading it, they all praised me. Since then, my father has enrolled me in painting classes.

This is my family!

8. What are the composition topics of the story between my family and me?

I was born not long ago, about five months. My mother left me for Suzhou to do business. I will live with my grandparents until I go to school. They provided me with food and shelter and tried to bring me up.

One summer, I may be only 9 years old. It was a frolic time. My sister and I went to the park near my home to play. This is a small park, but there are memories of childhood. My sister and I go to the park whenever we are free. Every time we go to the park, we have to cross the country road with little traffic. I was behind my sister when suddenly a tractor came and ran over me. My grandparents took me to the hospital in a hurry, and the doctor said, "Only filming can't be seen." One film came down and the result was an ankle fracture. I reported that I had rested at home in a plaster for two months. As a result, since then, my feet have left sequelae. As long as you run or walk for too long, your feet will hurt.

At the beginning of school, my classmates went to school in a good mood, but I was not happy at all. Because my feet are not completely. Every time I go home on holiday, grandpa buys me a lot of delicious food. After I finished my homework, grandpa rubbed my legs. Day after day, my legs are completely healed, and I can move freely as before. I like grandpa's loving eyes, which are full of love for me.