The story of my family

My family story 1 I tried to joke that mom and dad are seemingly separated partners, as if they had cooked the husband and wife into relatives. I talk endlessly every day about who mops the floor and washes the dishes, who teaches me to study and who takes care of my diet.

Listen! "Don't put your feet on the coffee table!" My mother yelled at my father like a lion and glared at him, as if the spirit of rushing to the crown could be comparable to that of "rushing to the bullfight" Seeing that his right to watch TV comfortably was exploited, my dad showed his housekeeping skills mercilessly: "How can I watch TV if the coffee table can't fit?" . The purpose of commodities is to exist for people's enjoyment. If you don't let me go, you are not people-oriented! "When my father finished, he fell on the mat that my mother had just laid and leaned on his arm, which was a little provocative. Sure enough, my mother's anger burned up at once. " You are heartless. I really regret marrying you! ""outside the study, they tinkled, singing and playing the piano for a while, and playing Shaanxi opera for a while, which made people upset and wanted to take them to the civil affairs bureau for divorce.

What about me? Most of them will come up with a love masterpiece or movie and give them advice.

"Well, look at the protagonist in Pride and Prejudice. Love and kill before marriage, and be sweet after marriage. "

"Well, look at Jane Eyre. She abandoned her love concept and was not driven by powerful money. Looking at you two again is like putting a toad in a pile of mice-one nest is more poisonous than the other. According to the secular, you are married. "

I am full of satire and criticism, but my parents seem to turn a deaf ear. One continued to drag the mop in his hand and stood still; A man mechanically put the bowl into the dishwasher and slammed it. As if nothing had happened, as if I didn't care about their ridicule and continued to maintain the original monotony and dullness of life.

Until Valentine's Day this year, my family's story took a turning point.

My parents, when I was sleeping in the early morning, drove quietly to Dongtou, and were awakened by a note, which scared me even when I was sleepy-

I can imagine my parents, like in college, galloping on the road with infinite passion for life and the delicacy of shy boys and girls. I can imagine my father driving the herdsmen, flying endlessly, my mother on the co-pilot, and my hair flying happily in the breeze; I can imagine my mother standing on the golden beach and laughing at my father's camera in the boundless blue sea. I can also imagine them lying in the early morning of sunrise, with bright red roses in bed. It is the sweet wind full of love in the air, the ease of doing housework without tossing and turning, and the laughing stock of parents.

There is a high-scoring comment in the trilogy "Love in": "If you can keep the freshness before marriage after more than ten years of marriage, it is outrageous." The men and women in the play spent 19 years, getting old gradually, from the initial flirting of "love at dawn" to the mutual boredom and silence of "love at sunset". I thought that my parents, who were willing to be silent, made such a move. This is a brand-new story for my family.

Dad once told me that he wanted to surprise my mother in his normal life, but he was always stuck at work. He also fantasizes that the experience of walking around Yunnan hand in hand can be repeated in the years of flower season. Just like in the novel, put a bunch of white roses in the vase in the bedroom every day, so that my mother can see a fresh, sweet and flowery life as soon as she wakes up. When dad said it, there was always a glimmer of hope in his eyes. I understand that this is their love, a dream story.

In the monotonous life, parents have many collisions, but they are not trapped in the quagmire of life, and they are not ordinary.

I was just standing on the windowsill, with that note in my hand, and suddenly I found a unique and beautiful story of my family.

My story 2 "Cough, Cough ..." A deep cough came, as if there was a broken bellows hidden in my mother's lungs.

I heard my father get up and pour water for my mother, patting her on the back: "You'd better go to the hospital tomorrow." "Ahem, there is an important meeting tomorrow, wait for the weekend." My mother's voice is full of hoarseness and fatigue. I looked sleepily at the clock on the wall. It was midnight.

Get up in the morning, a hearty breakfast has already been put on the table, and a ray of sunshine is projected on my mother's busy figure, which is faint and warm. Thinking of last night, I asked, "Mom, you coughed so badly last night, why didn't you sleep more?" "Oh, I have something to do at work today, so I have to leave early," my mother said apologetically. "I woke you up last night." I looked at my mother's bloodshot eyes and said "no, no" in a hurry, while gently hugging my mother's back.

In the afternoon, the theme of Sipin class is "My Family". We all felt very interesting when we saw the teacher show the deformed word "home" and "three people holding hands under one roof". The teacher asked us to go back and think about "what is the connotation of home"?

After school, I went home along a familiar road and passed by the drugstore. I suddenly stopped to think. I turned my head and went into the drugstore. "Aunt, I want to buy a bottle of cough medicine." "Is it yourself?" "No, it's for my mother. She coughs and can't sleep at night. " My aunt carefully helped me choose the potion, while constantly praising my filial piety. I can't help feeling a little ashamed. There seems to be a picture of my mother carefully matching three nutritious meals every day, putting clothes neatly at the bedside in the morning and driving me to cram school on weekends ... My mother has been paying for me, but I have turned a blind eye to her love and sometimes even bothered her ... Suddenly, shame occupied my heart.

My mother was cooking dinner when I got home. I handed the cough medicine to my mother. My mother looked at me in surprise: "Did you buy this for me?" "Yes, let me put it on the table for you." The door rang and my father came back. He can't wait to change his shoes. He took something out of his bag and eagerly handed it to his mother. My mother and I looked intently and couldn't help laughing. My father is a little confused. When I pointed to the same bottle of cough syrup on the table, he also smiled brightly. Looking at parents' smiling faces, a warm current welled up in my heart.

At this moment, I suddenly understood the "meaning of home" that Teacher Sipin asked us to think about. Isn't the connotation of "home" the mutual care between family members under the same roof? Yes, it must be.

This is my family story.

Story 3 of my family I believe everyone has had some touching stories at home, and my family is no exception. Today, I also list one or two things to tell you the story of my family.

I remember one night, I had a fever and lay in bed moaning. When my mother found out, she quickly took a thermometer to take my temperature. In the process, I saw my mother's worried face. I want to comfort my mother and tell her that I am fine, but my voice is low and hoarse. Only then did I realize the seriousness of my fever. I feel groggy and want to sleep. My mother took out a thermometer for me. I was surprised to find that I had a fever of 40. It's 8 degrees now. At this time, my mother was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Without much thought, she picked up the washbasin and towel and went to the bathroom to fetch water. Soon my mother came back. She wrung the towel dry and put it on my forehead. In this way, this action was repeated once, twice, three times and four times ... Seeing no improvement, my mother wrapped me in the thickest clothes and even had no time to change my slippers, so she picked me up and carried me out of the door. Because it's already 1 1 p.m., the buses have stopped. Looking at my mother's anxious expression, my heart became tense. Finally, a taxi was stopped and we rushed to the hospital. Mother put me down carefully and went to register. As soon as I got off my mother, I felt like I was walking in the air, all soft and soft. After my mother hung up, she went behind my back to take my temperature. The temperature was 40 degrees, and finally it dropped a little. But my mother didn't relax at all. She kept taking me for injections, medicine, and medicine ... until the early morning, my temperature slowly returned to normal. At this time, I found that my mother didn't sleep a wink all night to take care of me, and her face was haggard.

When I got home, my mother went to cook porridge and fed me bite by bite. By noon, I was almost well. At this time, my mother breathed a long sigh of relief.

If you look carefully, you will find that every little thing in life is full of warm love. I want to say to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard. No matter when and where, I will never forget your love for me. "

My story 4: The night is low and the lights are dim.

The car detoured along the mountain road and saw the yellow halo of the people in the fishing village in the distance. I don't know why, the lights in my hometown are always darker than in the city at night. I remember the last time my father took the whole family back to my grandmother's house. Because I was ill, once my father took my sister to the lake to catch crabs. I am always upset, secretly unhappy for a long time, and blame my father for being eccentric. This time, I must show my skill and become a crab "killer" who scares crabs.

"When the autumn wind starts, the crab's feet itch." The next day, I got up early and it was a little cold. I hopped all the way to the river humming a ditty, and couldn't wait for the groundwater. Daming Lake in my hometown is beautiful, with clear water and grass swaying in the sun. I rummaged through the rocks and looked everywhere, but, let alone catching crabs, I didn't even see the little snail. Time flies. Dad and others caught half a bucket of crabs. However, there is only a quiet stream of water in my bucket, which sometimes moves with the wind.

I had to walk to the water's edge in frustration and sit down. Alas, when I saw crabs, I was really "unwilling to plant flowers, but not willing to plant willows." I reached out and caught the little crab with lightning speed. But it holds my hand not to be outdone. I can only get rid of it painfully, and it runs away.

Mom really couldn't see the past, so she came to teach me the "secret book" of catching crabs: first, you should open the stone, which is usually the "nest" of crabs, and then you should grab the crab's back and above the pliers so as not to be caught by crabs. When I heard this, I had a happy smile on my face, as if I had caught many crabs.

After I knew the method, I moved the stone and reached for it when I saw a crab. With my mother's method, crabs can't escape my "Wuzhishan" no matter how hard they struggle. Gradually, I was on a roll all the way and caught many crabs accurately. The bucket changed from silent water to a "cage" full of crabs. Every crab struggles to climb up, but it can't escape the fate of sliding to the bottom of the bucket.

The red wheel sets in the west, and the night is as cool as water. It's time for us to go home, carrying a "bumper harvest" bucket, laughing and laughing all the way, and returning home with a full load.

Story 5 of my family: I especially like pickles pickled by grandma. Grandma's pickled pickles are crisp and fresh, and I especially like them. Not only I like it, but also my family likes it!

Grandma is going to start pickling pickles for us again. Grandma bought some fresh cucumbers from the market. I said to her happily, "Grandma, now I can see how you pickle pickles." Grandma Nunu said, "It's still early. You should wash and dry the cucumber first, then cut it into strips and remove the pulp before pickling it with salt. Grandma squeezed out the pickled cucumber water, then hung the cucumber strips in a ventilated place for a day, dried them and then pickled them.

After a day, grandma came into the kitchen with dried cucumber strips and began to pickle pickles. I can't wait to come to the kitchen and watch grandma pickle. I saw grandma first bring a transparent glass container, put some water and detergent in the container, washed the glass container inside and outside, and then dried the water in the container with a clean dry towel. Then gently put the cucumber strips into the container and spread a layer on the bottom, add a little red pepper, shredded ginger and garlic, sprinkle some sugar, spread a layer of cucumber strips on the container and add these ingredients. In this way, the floor is paved layer by layer and pressed tightly without any gaps. Then, grandma put a thin plastic paper on the bottle mouth and covered it. In this way, crisp and fresh pickles are pickled.

After four or five days, grandma said, "pickles can be eaten." "She took out some pickled cucumber strips and put them on a plate, dripping some sesame oil and stirring them. A plate of tempting salted cucumber will do.

I like pickles pickled by grandma best. The pickles pickled by grandma are much more delicious than those on the market!

Story 6 of my family: During the summer vacation, my father and I went to buy some small goldfish.

Goldfish have small eyes, a round belly and a fan-shaped tail. How beautiful! After keeping it for a while, a big fish gave birth to many small fish babies. A newborn fish is like a ball, its bent body slowly opens in the water, and then it can swim freely. They eat fish feed. Feeding the fish every day is the most interesting thing: as long as I stand in front of the fish tank with feed, the little goldfish will scramble to swim to the surface to grab food, and the water surface will suddenly become lively.

I had a good time with the little goldfish!

Story 7 of my family My father calls himself "President of Iraq", but his strength is too weak, so he is always bombed by his "American" mother. Mom calls herself "the president of the United States" because she has enough shells and strength, so she can defeat Dad in almost every "world war". Hee hee, I don't need to say that I am the president of the United Nations, but because I am too weak to control my mother, I want to join my father's alliance! "Didn't I tell you? No smoking. Why don't you listen? " Mom said. "I, I just can't control it!" Dad retorted. "Ahem, stop arguing and tell me what's going on!" I asked at a glance, knowing perfectly well past ask. "What can I do for you? Stay in a cool place! " Mom really doesn't understand kindness, so she shoots me in turn. Let me look in the mirror-I'm not alone inside and outside. It seems that this world war will never stop, and I will always live in a battlefield full of smoke.

My family is like this. There is a world war every day. You may think our family is unfortunate. On the contrary, the more our parents quarrel, the better our life will be! Because I have an Iraqi father and an American mother, our family has an atmosphere that other families don't have.

My family story 8 When I was four years old, I liked imitating others very much.

One day, dad went to work in the morning and didn't come out in the bathroom for a long time. So, I stretched out my little head curiously and saw my father, only a small bottle folded in half, spraying my hair at will. After he left, I did the same thing and went to play.

After a while, grandma came back from shopping. Laughed at me and said I was a hedgehog. I was curious and touched it with my hand. It's hard, like a steel needle, and it seems to be freezing. That smell is really unpleasant!

The story of my family for nine times is like a fleeting time, and the past is deeply engraved in my mind. One thing that impressed me the most was the story that happened in my home one day when I was six years old.

That morning, at dawn, my mother woke me up, wiped my eyes and asked listlessly, "What's the matter?" Mom smiled and said, "Your grandmother went to buy meat and dumpling wrappers this morning. Grandma is already wrapping jiaozi, and there are some jiaozi in the pot! Hurry down to eat! " I said happily, "All right."

I went downstairs and saw grandma wrapping jiaozi. Then I went to the kitchen to open the lid, and suddenly a fragrance came to my face. Thought: Wow! It smells good! Looking at the pot again, the snow-white jiaozi is like the moon in the dark, and sometimes it floats on the water like a boat. Jiaozi boiled quickly. Jiaozi, who floats on the water, seems to have lost weight, and the smooth dumpling skin is tightly attached to the meat stuffing, which is really white and red! I went to the table and watched my grandma wrap jiaozi. I was also interested. Learn from grandma's appearance, pick up a dumpling wrapper and put it in the palm of your hand, then dig some meat stuffing with a spoon and put it in the middle of the dumpling wrapper, and finally fold it in half to pinch it, and a jiaozi will be completed! I compared my jiaozi with my grandmother's jiaozi, and found it was ugly, but I didn't give up and tried to wrap a few more. Sure enough, many things happen, and my packaging is getting better and better. I packed another plate of jiaozi, and I followed my grandmother to the kitchen. I saw grandma scoop up jiaozi from the pot with a spoon and put it on another plate. Pour the water out of the pot and pour some more water. And pour the freshly wrapped jiaozi into the pot to cook. Soon, this dish of jiaozi was freshly baked. When I saw jiaozi making her own bag, I was filled with joy.

When eating, grandma put jiaozi on the table, and I immediately tasted jiaozi with chopsticks. Ah! How delicious! Mom and grandma also tasted my jiaozi and said in unison, "It's delicious!" . I asked, "Really?" Mom smiled and said, "Of course it's true. Why don't you believe me? "

I quickly said, "No, I don't believe it." Suddenly, all three of us laughed.

I ate my own bag of jiaozi, and my heart was full of joy. Although the appearance of jiaozi in my bag is not particularly good-looking, I enhanced my hands-on ability in the process. This is the story of my family's bag jiaozi, which is deeply engraved in my mind and unforgettable.

What's the story of my home 10? Home is warm sunshine, which can melt the ice and snow in your heart; Home is a bright lamp, which can illuminate Nightcrawler's journey of returning home late; Home is a warm harbor, which can shelter the inevitable ups and downs in life; Home is a breeze, which can sweep away troubles and sadness ... it is happy to live in such a warm and happy family.

After lunch, my brother and I planned to go to Zhong Bai Square to watch a movie, but when we first arrived at the bus stop, I was so thirsty that I felt as if I had forgotten my money in my pocket and thought, "What should I do!" I walked forward in dismay. My brother seemed to see that something was wrong with me and asked me kindly, "What's the matter with you? Are you thirsty? " I am embarrassed to nod and shake my head. My brother patted me on the shoulder and then ran to the supermarket to buy me water. Just then, the 15 bus we were going to take just arrived. I looked anxiously at the direction of the supermarket and could only watch the car slowly drive away from me. My brother crossed the dangerous road and ran to me and said happily, "Don't worry, there are still many cars." We'll wait a little longer and give you water to drink. " I took the water my brother handed me. It was my favorite lemonade, but my brother didn't buy it himself.

I went to the cinema with my brother, who bought me a movie ticket with his pocket money. Looking at my brother's happy expression, I was also infected. When we watched the movie, we shared the happy plot. In a horrible place, my brother took my hand and told me not to be afraid.

This is the happy life of my family. After listening to my little story with my brother, do you want to have such a brother? Then come to my house often!

What is the story of my family 1 1? Home is a bright lamp, which can make people feel bright and drive away the darkness in their hearts; Home is a beacon to guide the way, indicating the direction of navigation; Home is warm sunshine that can dispel the frost in your heart. Now, let you listen to my story!

There are four people in my family, father, mother, me and my brother. My brother is only eight and a half months old, and my parents love us very much. It was a spring, and my father and I went cycling in the square. I couldn't ride it before, because I dare to try it with my father this time. I want my father to hold me and I will ride slowly. Gradually, I rode faster and faster, but my father always supported me. My father bent down, grabbed the back seat with his big hand and ran back and forth countless times behind the car, panting with fatigue. Looking at my father's tired appearance, I asked him to sit and have a rest first and watch me ride. Dad sat on the bench and stared at me for fear that I would fall. I was riding a bike when the car suddenly swung from side to side like it was out of control. Ah! I almost fell to the ground. Dad ran to my side and looked at the tiny sweat on his forehead. I know dad is scared, too. He quickly pulled me up, looked at my whole body carefully and said, "Are you all right? Children. " I shook my head. Dad said he wouldn't let me ride anything that I felt happy with my father's love!

Another time, I couldn't sleep at night, so I sat on the bed and turned on the light to read. Suddenly a figure came along. I quickly threw away the book and got into bed. At this moment, a voice sounded in my ear. It turned out to be my mother. "Son, don't go to bed so late, reading will hurt your eyes." I said, "I can't sleep." I put my head out to have a look. My mother sat by my bed with love in her eyes and put me to sleep. I feel very warm!

I still remember the time when I had a high fever, and my parents gave me a fever when I was busy. I comforted them and said, "I'm fine." "I also said nothing, it's all burning to 39 degrees." Mom said, put the towel on my head and took out the thermometer to see if the fever had gone down. As a result, my parents are busy again. Day and night, my temperature finally dropped, but my parents were more tired.

In order to thank my parents, the only thing I can do now is to study hard. When I grow up, I will take full care of my parents.

The story of my family 12 Yesterday, I heard the teacher say that a place is particularly short of water, so we should save water in the future. After dinner at night, I saw my mother washing the pot, so I stood by and watched. After washing the pot, my mother poured out the clean water directly. At this time, I told my mother the water-saving story that the teacher told us, and told my mother not to pour out the water. It has many uses! For example, it can be used to flush toilets and water flowers.

My mother listened to my education and said that she would do as I said in the future. I also told my mother not to pour out the bath water in the future, which is also very useful! Mom praised me on the spot. I am really happy in my heart. I will definitely supervise my mother to do a good job in saving water in our family in the future.

The story of my family 13 There are three mouths in my family, and it is really a tripartite confrontation. Dad is strong, strong and has the demeanor of a general. I treat him like a white face. And my mother holds the financial power. If she wants to have three delicious meals and make something rich, she must be respectful, just like a plate of Sun Quan in Jiangdong. I am Liu Bei, the kindest and weakest of the three kingdoms, and I am a man without literary talent, Zhao Zilong's strength and an army of one person, so I have to go it alone.

The most exasperating thing is that when I broke the family rules, my mother didn't "unite Liu to pick Cao", but "suppressed Liu from Cao" and thought about my little "Liu Bei". How do I juggle between two enemies from beginning to end? In the end, although I didn't break my head, I cried and lost the face of "royalty"!

At that time, the wings were not full, and I was afraid of my father's "Wuzhishan (fan)". Once a teacher visited my humble abode, and I expected a storm tonight. Although I know I will lose a lot, I only have the courage to "go to the meeting alone". However, the crescent knife has become a fruit knife, and I am peeling apples for the teacher! Maybe the teacher was moved by my true feelings and praised me greatly. As soon as my father is happy, he wants to "make tea on heroes" with me. He seems to be saying, "The only heroes in the world are you, my father and my daughter!" " I was flattered and accidentally broke a cup. Seeing my father's slight emotion, I flew away with oil on my feet. A few days later, my mother told me that I went out with my front foot, and the teacher told me that I put the caterpillar in her bag. Dad was furious and tried to chase me, but I went straight to Jingzhou! I snorted and laughed at myself.

The best is the "empty city plan". When Heptachlor retired from Zhong Da, it left a thousand-year story. Today, history repeats itself, but it is more delicious.

"Hey, why go!" Dad, who is reading a newspaper, shows half his head.

"Hey, I'm going to play for a while." Dad's snooping skills make me tremble.

"Have you finished your homework? Dad took out his magic weapon.

"it's over." I quickly answered, in fact, I haven't written a word yet, which makes me sweat.

"hmm? Really? " Dad stared.

"Really." I nodded hard, still quietly.

"Well, go and play!" Dad indented half his head into the newspaper again. God, that was close. If I am pardoned, I will run away. An empty plan always works, so it doesn't work. Once, my father grabbed my hand-an empty exercise book. His face fell and he looked dignified. I suddenly had two chills, and I didn't care if there was gold in my knee. I quickly took out my magic weapon-cry! When Liu Bei cried, the whole world was moved by it, and dad couldn't be soft-hearted and let me pass.

After hearing Cao Cao's "Short Songs" in TV series, Dad woke up his literary cells that had been sleeping for many years and sang at the top of his lungs: "Is life like drinking wine?" Provoked the chicken to fly and the dog to bark, and the neighborhood was uneasy; Not only did Grandma Zhang upstairs evoke the idea of playing cotton, but even Uncle Qin, who sells broken gongs downstairs, wanted to come to the door for recruitment. So, I want to play Zhou Lang, blow his arrogance, and let him know where the real singer is, but he doesn't seem to realize this. Instead, he intensifies his voice in front of me all day, cocky and complacent. That's arrogance. You can't carve a dead wood.

My husband sang with the woman, and my mother went to the stage to dance at the unit literary evening. She bought me delicious food specially and wanted to hire a cheap tour guide. A silk scarf and a few bamboo bones make a delicate fan. Who knows, in my mother's hands, it is twisted left and right, and there is no beauty at all. I showed her my hand and pointed out the maze. Who would have thought that my mother would treat me like Wolong? I'm afraid. I took the opportunity to buy a laptop as a reward for teaching dance, and my mother suddenly became angry: "Silly girl, send you to a mental hospital!" " "I closed the door with a bang, and I secretly called my mother ungrateful. Isn't that why Cao Cao killed Xu You and broke off relations with the people?

Our three countries have endless civil wars and are also happy. The ancients said: Everything in the world will be combined for a long time, and it will be combined for a long time. I wonder if dad can unify my family. Anyway, who knows what will happen in the future

My story 14 "This is not a question of liking it or not. Since you want to raise it, you must bear the responsibility! " Dad always said that.

I finally have a cat. I look forward to finally having a lovely little friend for many years. Miao Hua-I named her because she is a gray tabby cat. She loves to run and play, and always wants to go outside. Every time I come home from school, she always greets me at the door early. As soon as I open the door, she flies out. She is a very agile little fellow. If I reach out my hand to her, she immediately crouches down and gently moves her feet, waiting for the opportunity to pounce on my hand quickly. Dad put his hand on the wall, and she would lower herself, stare at his hand, keep moving her hind legs, accumulate strength, fly and suddenly jump into his hand, almost as high as my height. I can't help exclaiming. "Do you think Miao Hua has the talent of an athlete?" Dad said proudly.

Once there were so many guests at home that I didn't see her until the guests left for a long time. Dad looked anxiously at home again and again, but he couldn't find it in the closet, under the bed or under the table. I also wandered around the living room, trying to remember something, and went to various rooms from time to time. I seemed to be hallucinating again. Did she float out like a gust of wind at the moment of seeing the guests off? She really has this ability. "No, I didn't see her run out!" Dad frowned and said doubtfully. "Never mind, you will find it." I could see that my father was also in a hurry, but he didn't forget to comfort me. "Let's go! Look downstairs with me. "Is Dad hallucinating, too? "We walked down the stairs step by step. Until downstairs, we called her name again and again in the bushes, and then waited for the response of "Meow Meow". But in the end I didn't hear it. " If Huamiao doesn't leave the community, then she won't come back! "I said sadly." No, no, she's too timid to go far. Ah! "Dad patted me on the shoulder and comforted me. In fact, I know he has no idea.

It's getting dark, so we have to go back first. "How is that possible? It is impossible to find it. " As I walked, I meditated. "She must be somewhere, but we haven't found it yet. I'll go inside again. " Dad said. I also rekindled hope, my eyes lit up and I ran back quickly. "Here it is!" I only heard my father shouting. I saw in the closet in the deepest part of the cloakroom that Hua Miao had just opened her sleepy eyes and yawned through the glass door. "You said you!" Dad spread out his hands and was greatly relieved! My tears have been spinning in my eyes.

Of course, it's not just a question of liking it, it's love!

My family story 15 Last New Year's Eve, we all watched the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. Suddenly, grandma gave me a red envelope and opened it. Wow, there is 1000 yuan. Grandpa gave me the same red envelope.

Finally, it's the long-awaited second day of the New Year, because on this day I can go to my grandmother's house to collect red envelopes. Early in the morning, we took a car full of gifts to grandma's house. My grandmother secretly gave me a thick red envelope. She whispered that it was a red envelope that she and her grandfather gave me together and could not tell my cousin. I carefully stuffed the red envelope into the pocket of my cotton-padded jacket. That day, I didn't dare to chase after it, for fear that the red envelope would fall out.

After lunch, my uncle steamed a big lobster, and my aunt and sister made a big table delicious. After everyone arrived, I saw my aunt take out a stack of red envelopes and give one to each child. Then menstruation, and finally my mother gave me a red envelope. In the end, I felt the red envelope in my pocket and was happy.

Because my mother said that red envelopes given by others could not be opened on the spot. I finally got home, and as soon as I got on the bus, I couldn't wait to open all the red envelopes, one number, 1, 2, 3...56. Plus my grandparents' red envelopes, and I will go to my uncle's house, my aunt's house and my aunt's house in a few days. I should be able to receive 1, 000 yuan. It's fun to think about it.

Every Spring Festival, my mother will help me deposit my red envelope in the bank. This is the story of my family's Spring Festival!