Help me find a wonderful moment composition about family, 600 words in junior high school.

Everyone's life will have wonderful moments, and often the most wonderful moment is just a blink of an eye. I also had the best moment, that was in the fourth grade sports meeting. The sports meeting has started, and all the athletes in our class are gearing up and doing warm-up exercises before the game. An hour passed, and an hour and a half passed. I'm impatient to wait, as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. Finally, the radio broadcast: "Athletes who participated in the fourth-grade men's high jump should report to the bunker!" " I immediately ran to the bunker with two partners and waited for the game to start. The game has started. Although it is my first time to participate in the long jump competition, before the competition, I insist on going to the bunker to exercise the long jump every day after school. Sure enough, everything comes to him who waits, and I entered the final with a score of 3.04 meters. In the final, an athlete in front of me raised his eyebrows and proudly said to us, "The rest of you had better not get your hopes up. I must be a champion this time, and my score is 3.45 meters! " He looks down on us a little. I am not convinced and determined to break his record. At the last jump, I ran to the bunker from slow to fast. Although I was a little flustered, my steps were not chaotic at all. When surfing the internet, I pushed my left foot hard, jumped, and lifted my right foot hard, and finally my feet landed on the 3.48-meter seat at the same time. When I knew that I had won the first prize, I felt as if the atomic bomb had exploded, Mount Fuji in Japan had erupted, and a warm current was surging all over me. I jumped three feet for joy, as if no one in the world could beat me. I can even forgive him for taking others' grievances now. Good things often come and go quickly, but they are worth remembering all our lives, so we should cherish them.

Affection is the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, simple but eternal; Affection is the flowing water of the Tigris River, soft but long; Family is the sunset in Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; Affection is an inscription in Mesopotamia, vague but meaningful. Affection, affection and affection transcend time and space, weaving a beautiful rainbow of life.

One night, I was lying on my desk, trying to write. The light in the opposite window went out and people fell asleep. Let me see my homework. Well, I can't do it unless I insist on it again! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back-it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a thick glass of milk. She said softly, "Daughter, it's almost 9 o'clock, and I'm still doing my homework! Drink up quickly, and go to bed early when you are finished! " Say that finish, mother turned and went downstairs to do housework. That cup of milk is still steaming, and the warm fragrance slowly flows into my heart. This is affection, which always brings me warmth when I need her most.

My second dad raised his palm, which seemed to accumulate all hope and anger. I closed my eyes and a tear fell from the corner of my eye-I knew it was my fault. I shouldn't contradict my father so much. I opened my eyes and there was no burning sensation in my ears. I looked at my father in surprise. From his eyes, I saw the kind of father who was angry but could not bear to start. Father reluctantly put down his hand and gently spit out these words: "Let's go upstairs!" " "I know what my father means. He asked me to continue to work hard, to fight hard, to work hard, to get my grades back. I don't know why, but I was in tears. That silent love and hopeful heart is the deepest and most sincere affection!

I dragged my tired body downstairs and was about to wash my face, when a fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells good! I dreamily searched for the source of fragrance, but found my favorite-steamed bread in my mother's frozen red hand outside the door. As soon as she saw me, she shouted happily, "Ah Lu, come and eat steamed buns!" " "She jumped out of the car and sent the steamed stuffed bun to my hand. It turns out that my mother went to buy me steamed bread early in the morning. I took the steamed stuffed bun, and a warm current came to my mind. Family, like the smell of this steamed stuffed bun, is sweet but not bad!

Affection is a trickle, bringing sweet moisture to my heart; Affection is a ray of soft sunshine, which makes the frozen heart melt silently. Family is a quiet harbor, which makes my journey fatigue disappear.

There is a feeling called affection.

There is a feeling that it is higher than the sky; There is a feeling that it is deeper than the sea and higher than the mountain; There is a feeling called affection.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. If you ask me what is the greatest thing in the world, I will not hesitate to answer: "family."

I have heard such a thing:

There was a college student, although his family was poor, and his mother died of advanced liver cancer when he was six years old, but he was painstakingly trained by his father and admitted to a very famous local university-but not long after the school started, he became seriously ill, vomiting all day and feeling dizzy. According to his father, he has been like this for several days, so they went to the hospital for an examination. His father was stunned when the test results came out. The doctor said that his son had liver cancer, which, like his mother, was terminal. His father didn't believe it, so he immediately knelt on the ground and begged the doctor to save his son's life. The kind doctor had no choice but to tell him, "Your son can only live for half a year at most. You should save some money and buy some delicious food for the patients. It's equivalent to throwing money into a fire pit here. I advise you to prepare for your son's funeral. " That day, he went crazy in the hospital. He kowtowed when he saw the doctor, even his head was bleeding, but the hospital refused to accept his son. Later, his father had to take his son home to raise a glass.

One day, the father took his son to the garbage dump to sell waste products, because he was afraid that something would happen at home alone. On the way home, my father suddenly fell to the ground, his lips were purple and his eyes were half closed. The son was surprised and immediately picked up his father. His father slowly reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a pile of odds and ends of money, including one yuan, fifty cents and ten cents. Only two yuan at most. Suddenly, his son found a piece of paper in the money. Soon, he left tears with excitement.

It turned out to be a blood list. ...