600-word composition about affection.

1, family 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, affection ... Beyond time and space, weave a beautiful rainbow of life.

It's late at night and I'm writing at my desk. The light across the 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 quickly and go to bed early! " 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.

Father raised his palm and seemed to have accumulated 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 for a long time and my ears didn't burn. I looked at my father in surprise, which contained anger 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.

2. When you feel helpless, the comfort and encouragement you get when you get home is your family; When it is beaten by the wind and rain outside, it is family to get a bowl of hot soup at home; Working outside, waiting for you to come back is the affection of relatives; when you ...

I lived with my grandmother when I was a child. She has no culture, but she knows what life is. Every morning when the rooster crows, grandma will get up to prepare breakfast. When she sees that it's almost time, she will wake me up by my bed. She is like an alarm clock, which will remind me on time. Sitting at the dining table, I will see a hot breakfast. Grandma helps me pack my schoolbag when I have breakfast. When I get to the dinner table, she will hand me my schoolbag. She always helps me tidy my clothes before I go out. Finally, she touched my little head and smiled and said to me, "Go to school!" " "

Every day when I come home from school, I always finish my homework first, although there is grandma's cooking at the dinner table. She can't read, but she always likes to look around when I do my homework. Before going to bed at night, she will make the bed smooth for me, finally watch me sleep, and then turn off the lights to have a rest.

What she gave me was "the most perfect service."

One day, the weather changed quickly. Before going out, my grandmother's life experience didn't expect heavy rain later, so she didn't let me take an umbrella. After school, I looked at the gloomy day, and the rain in front of me was like a big pearl with a broken line. I stood under the eaves of the teaching building and felt very scared. I waited for a long time, and all the other students have been taken back by their parents, leaving me alone, and I cried. Soon, I saw a stumbling figure coming from the school gate not far away. When I got closer, I found that the figure was my grandmother. She came up to me and shook her coat, and the rain fell off her clothes. Then she put the clothes in her hand on me, wiped the tears from my eyes and whispered, "Let's go."

Grandma is superstitious and often goes to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha. Every time I take an exam, she will pray for the blessing of the gods for me. She also offered sacrifices to the gods in her own home, and the Buddha statue was placed in her room. Once, I became curious about the Buddha statue and went to grandma's room to have a look. Because the position of the Buddha statue was a little high, I couldn't reach it, so I stood on the chair under my feet, and accidentally knocked the Buddha statue to the ground and broke it. Grandma didn't blame me when she came in, but I know this is what grandma respects most.

Bathed in affection, I got endless love and tolerance. Until now, everything I have experienced before is still ringing in my ears. I know it will run through my life.

Family, what a warm note! What warm words! Family, you reminded me of my thoughts, so I began to call you gently, and I began to look for you quietly.

I found the river and the fish played together. I see, dear, you are here. The fish told me that they had felt the affection.

I found chickens under the tree, waiting for their mother to feed them. Oh, honey, there you are. The birds told me that they had realized their dear.

I came to the Woods, and the little squirrel was in my mother's arms. I see, dear friends, this is you. Squirrels told me that they had realized their loved ones.

I returned home, and I returned to the warmth of my loved ones. Oh, I see you, honey, you are right beside me!

So, I began to feel the affection and try to experience this warm word.

Oh, dear family, I experienced you in the food my mother prepared for me; In my father's words, I have experienced you; I also felt you in the warmth my relatives gave me.

Oh, it turns out that family ties are around us, in every corner of the earth.

Family is like a cup of strong coffee, bitter in the mouth and sweet in the heart; Affection is like a cup of fragrant tea, and the aftertaste is in my heart; Family is like a fire in winter, warm in the heart; Affection is more like a bottle of ice water in summer, which condenses the heat into two touching words-warmth, and then engraves it in our hearts.

It turns out that family ties are so touching and beautiful. No wonder Du Fu was in>, although a country was divided, mountains and rivers continued, and spring returned to green trees and grasslands. Petals fell like tears, and lonely birds sang their sorrows after three months of war. A message from home was worth a ton of gold. I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.

How can an ordinary letter be worth 12 thousand gold? There is only one reason: there is love in it.

From this, I thought of a handful of soil that many China people took when they went abroad. What's in a handful of dirt? Have a good impression.

In life, we need to feel our feelings and remember them, because it will be our eternal and inexhaustible wealth!

The so-called affection, like a cup of strong tea, makes people feel refreshed; Family, drinking is unforgettable.

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(This article comes from: Growth Navigation Composition Network)

My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches.

After learning the news, my mother put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "superluminal speed".

In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears pouring out of my eyes.

At this point, my mother ran into the ward, took my hand and comforted me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep.

I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back. It shook gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a spoonful of nectar in my mouth and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her-my beloved mother.

Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence at the moment. I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment.

Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence.

Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.

Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!

Affection is a wonderful force; Affection is a topic that will never fade; Affection is old wine, sweet and mellow; It is a famous painting handed down from ancient times, exquisite and meaningful, classic and old songs, gentle and sincere; This is a precious silk, delicate and smooth. ...

Affection is the affection between relatives, love, maternal love, fatherly love, brotherly love, affection, and the love of the elders for the younger generation. ...

Remember a blue rain umbrella. My vision was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long ... that blue is as clear as the sky. When I was a child, on rainy days, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue rain umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and all I can see is a blue sky without rain. On a rainy day at that time, I talked to my mother proudly, but I realized that my mother's air was gloomy and gloomy. The wind alienated the raindrops and fell into her gray air. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in the blue and rainless air. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom whispered back, and my eyes fell on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." My mother said firmly, "No, really not ..." At that time, when I grew up, I never wanted my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard, and I once thought I had forgotten it. If it's a big coincidence, it's rainy again, and it's the blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am as tall as my mother. My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, the scene and hours mixed together, and my mother's cage was shrouded in a blue rainless air. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet. "The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," my mother said frequently. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I saw bright water drops across my mother's face and cheeks. The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before. The facts have come to light. For a long time, my mother has propped up a rainless sky for me. At this moment, I want to give my mother a happy day. Although Meng Jiao said so, an inch-long grass won three blessings and how much love it has. So my vision is tied to the blue umbrella. It's me who fights under the lights every night, and it's me who crosses the remedial address every weekend ... all this is because of the oblique blue umbrella. That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

5. Mothers and sons

Family, an eternal theme. It is this kind of affection that blood is thicker than water that has accompanied us through every unforgettable day and composed our colorful life.

Through the window of history, I peep, I see my family, and I see stories about the past, the present and the future.

More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rains and strong winds rushed to the boat carrying children. The children and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail. In this way, the separation of flesh and blood, the wind whistling. It looked at this scene with a smile and laughed at the thin mother who could not change the fate of separation of flesh and blood. I not only saw the tragedy of this scene in the past 100 years, but also saw the yearning of people living in different parts of the world in the days of separation of flesh and blood. Time flies, but thousands of miles away, there are also constant thoughts about mother and son. Yes, family ties can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing boats lit up their fishing lights. Through this slight fire, the son seemed to see the thin figure of his mother staring with tears. "Mom", my great mother, I must come back to you! "Hope" convinced his son that the darkness would be dispelled by the bright sunshine one day. Finally, on a sunny morning, a small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born. Mother and son are crying and excited. At this time, the window of history watched quietly, proud of it, for mother and son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.

However, I found that under this joy, my mother still hides a trace of depression. It turns out that the mother has another son, whose name is Taiwan Province Province. Although Taiwan Province Province and his mother are just separated by a gorge, they failed to embrace their mother. His eyes are full of helplessness. In a dying tree near the window of history, a bird with broken wings cried, "Mom, I want to go home ..." Everything I heard was heartbroken. Ah, I see it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save her baby. Mother bird is tired of flying to find birds, but at the moment she doesn't stop, but is busy healing birds and finding food for them. Finally, the bird's injury was completely healed, and she flew in the air with her mother, looking around: the old dead tree grew new buds under the moisture of rain.

The wind is clear, the clouds are quiet, the sky is blue and the grass is green. Because of family, the world becomes wonderful; Because affection is bound to be a reunion of mother and son.