I discussed writing a composition with my parents.

1. A 200-word composition between father and mother to discuss things with parents.

Qiaolou

My father never said "I love you" to my mother. My mother never said "I love you" to my father.

However, I know that there is love and great love between mom and dad.

1975 My mother and my father got married in the winter. At that time, father was criticized every day.

My mother said to my grandparents, "if I get divorced again, I'm afraid he will collapse." He didn't abandon us before, and we shouldn't have a black conscience. "

"You have to think about it." Grandparents said.

"I think it over." Mom said.

Mom knows what's ahead, but she still has to move on. It snowed heavily that day. Mother packed some clothes, walked more than ten miles of mountain roads, got married, and only grandma accompanied her. On my father's side, there is not even a wedding.

My mother began to suffer as soon as she got married.

2. Have an argument with mom and dad. Parents are the closest people to us, but sometimes we have to quarrel with each other because of something. You have all had the experience of quarreling with your parents! Of course, I had an argument with my parents, so you can listen to me slowly.

One day, I was reading the text aloud. When I read "At first, I couldn't stop the tears from rushing to my coat", my mother standing in the audience said, "You didn't read it correctly. You should read Shang. " I immediately stood up and said, "No, the teacher said I should read cháng." "Then let's make a bet if I win." Mother paused with a sinister smile. "You must do twice as much exercise in a week." "What if I win?" I asked eagerly. "Don't worry, if you win, on the contrary, you won't do exercises for a week." Mom said slowly. What are we doing? One side is heaven, but what we lose is hell! Anyway, just follow the teacher this time, although the teacher may not be right. I thought to myself. "good! Gambling is gambling, who is afraid of who! " I said with confidence.

First of all, we looked up the dictionary, and there were only clothes (Shang) but no clothes (Chang) on it. My mother gave me a big smile and said, "Do you want to abstain?" "Don't!" I said firmly, "cháng may not be a word. Check, maybe there will be. " It turns out that cháng stands for ancient skirts, while shang stands for clothes. No one can say for sure, because the ancients usually wore skirts, not trousers as they do in modern times. It's clothes and skirts, isn't it clothes? Finally, we finally found the answer online. It turns out that I really read cháng, dancing with joy. But my mother said to me earnestly, "son, I'm glad you can stick to your opinion like this."

However, frequent disputes are not good! We should live in harmony with our parents.

3. Composition "Little Things between Mom and Dad" 1.

In fact, my father likes playing mahjong, too. Mother said, "Playing mahjong is his life ..."

Dad goes out almost every night, and mom gets angry sometimes. Of course I will be unhappy and embarrassed.

On the night of National Day, my father was going to watch the celebration dinner at home, but he was upset. Finally, he went out. I called several times, but he didn't come home. Think about it: forget it! Doesn't dad usually work hard enough? For this family, his hair is no longer black; For this family, his wrinkles have increased; I have paid too much for this family ... As the head of the family, he bears a heavy burden.

Sometimes, if dad wants to, try to satisfy him! Actually, your mother doesn't have to care too much. In fact, real home, every day is a holiday!

There are so many problems between mom and dad that I can never tell them clearly. The best solution is actually love, that is, mutual understanding, tolerance and even acceptance between people.

I have had countless experiences with you. My parents often chatter and even quarrel over trifles, and I am also very upset. They often chat at night, and they quarrel ... I remember that once, they woke me up when I was sleeping, and I was very sad-my parents always quarreled like this, so I began to cry silently until I twitched and finally burst into tears. At that moment, my parents asked me why, but I never spoke, which is why they were quiet. ...

Sometimes, if you are at a loss, you can try to impress them with your tears. After all, children are the pride of parents!

2.

The revelation of a small matter

In my childhood memory, many things happened, but a little thing happened when I was 7 years old, but I can't forget it for a long time.

That was when I was in the second grade of primary school. When I first entered school, my father found a big mother in the community to take care of my transportation and meals. I affectionately call her Aunt Lu. However, since the summer vacation when I was a sophomore, my father stopped asking Aunt Lu for help, letting me go to school alone, and cooking jiaozi when I was hungry at night. I readily agreed. A few weeks ago, I forgot my keys one after another, and my parents forgave me. But on a Wednesday night, I made a big mistake. My parents repeatedly warned me: "Tomorrow, my father will go on a business trip, and my mother will have an exam and come back very late. Don't forget to bring your key! " I listened and nodded hard, but it went in one ear and out the other. The next day, after school, I hurried back to my door. When I was about to open the door, I found that I didn't have my key. I was so anxious that I broke out in a cold sweat. I have no choice but to go back to the garden and start doing my homework. It was getting dark and I huddled in the cold wind. In desperation, I knocked on the door of Aunt Lu's house. Aunt Lu took me to the living room for dinner as soon as she saw it was me. When she heard what happened to me, she immediately got up and called my mother. After about a minute or two, she sighed, put down the phone gently and said to me, "You can stay at my house tonight!" " When I was young, I casually replied, "Yes!" "At nine o'clock, I went to bed and fell asleep. I woke up the next day only to find that I was sleeping in my own bed. Afterwards, I learned that Aunt Lu didn't sleep a wink almost all night waiting for my mother's call. She was afraid of falling asleep, so she couldn't hear her mother's call.

Just because I didn't listen to my parents' repeated warnings, I caused so much trouble to others. Although my parents didn't blame me that time, now I feel guilty when I see Aunt Lu. I remember that night, my carelessness made everyone suffer with me. Fortunately, this is just a small matter. If I grow up, I will be so careless in my daily work. If I draw the wrong line here and calculate the wrong decimal point there, it will be a big problem.

Talk to your parents more if you have time! Home is the harbor of love, but love depends on every family member. ...

4. How to write a composition about quarreling with mom and dad? Many students have quarreled with their parents now. It is said that parents don't understand them and parents don't understand their hearts. It's better to talk to friends if you have something. I used to think so, but after that incident, I realized that they were only half right. In fact, it should be said that children do not understand the difficulties of their parents.

That was last autumn. First of all, one of my shortcomings is quarreling with my parents. I like listening to the radio so much that I listen to it when I do my homework. Because I thought my academic performance was better, I didn't take it seriously, and my parents' suggestions just turned a deaf ear. But in the final exam one month later, I got 70 points this time, which is usually more than 10. I got a scolding from the paper. When I got home, my father asked me how I got 70 points. Because I felt uncomfortable, my father asked me this question, and I lost my temper with my father. "What's the matter with seven points? I do! Isn't it an exam? " Dad is angry, too. He said, "You lose your temper after taking this test. Have you ever wondered why you want to take this exam? " I'm telling you! Your poor study is caused by listening to the radio like that. If you listen to the radio like that, I'll throw it to you! "Mother said at a side," good good, don't be angry, xiao zong. Don't listen to the radio like that in the future. It's really that listening to the radio has lowered your learning level. " Without saying anything, I went back to my room, took out my beloved radio, slammed it on the ground and entered the room. I didn't eat that night. I was lying in bed. At this time, I calmed down and thought about it. I feel a little sorry. Dad was right. It's really my fault. I shouldn't listen to the radio like that, let alone smash it in front of my parents. How sad they are. At this time, I suddenly looked at my door, and I quickly narrowed my eyes and pretended to sleep. I saw from my narrowed eyes that it was my father. I only saw my father put my radio on the table and quietly came out. I improved it and picked up the radio. I see that the radio has been repaired by my father. The broken part of the radio was taped to my father, and the parts inside were repaired. At this moment, my tears started to drip uncontrollably. I was wrong about my father, and I felt sorry for him. I cried and thought: I must apologize to my father tomorrow. I finally got through it. At dawn, I got dressed and gently pushed open the door. I saw my father smoking on the sofa. I went to see my father, with a sour nose and tears dripping down my eyes. I whispered to my father, "Dad, I was wrong. Please forgive me! " Dad smiled and silently said to my head, "Don't be sad, I have my own mistakes, so let's forgive each other. ".You must be hungry? Come on, I'm ready to eat. Let's eat. ”……

Since then, I have never listened to the radio as before, but put the time I used to listen to the radio on my study. Moreover, I learned a truth from this incident, and I want to tell you: if you are poor, you will change your mind, and your parents are our bosom friends. It's a little fierce sometimes, but it's also good for us. We should not only think of ourselves, but also of them. Don't make them sad.

5. Composition "What I do with my parents" I live happily with my parents. However, if I only look at their zodiac signs, I will be in trouble.

My mother is a snake, which really suits her. She "pestered" me all day, shouting "Wenbo, read quickly" and saying "Wenbo, practice calligraphy quickly" ... alas! It really makes me fidget! Sometimes I think, maybe mom is still an exotic snake. Otherwise, how could she bring me back to test my words as soon as she had time?

Dad is a cow. He is tall and big. He told me to exercise all day, and said that exercise is good for my health. But he himself is a fat and strong lazy cow. He doesn't exercise himself, and he makes me exercise more.

Although they are very strict with me, many times they still feel sorry for me.

I remember once, when I was playing outside, I fell and hurt my arm. My grandmother called my parents, and they came back from class immediately and took me to the hospital. Dad kept looking for a doctor and took me to take an X-ray, and my mother stayed by my side, anxious as ants on hot bricks. When I learned that my arm was broken and I was going to get a plaster cast, my father frowned with distress, and my mother actually cried. For a long time, my mother often cooked food for me, and my father chatted with me whenever he was free to make me happy. Under the careful care of my parents, I recovered day by day.

Mother is like raindrops, dropping dew of love; Dad is like the sun, emitting warm light; And I am like a new bamboo shoot that just broke ground, enjoying the moisture of rain and dew and the warmth of the sun. I grew up in the warm arms of my parents, and I feel extremely happy and happy with them.

6. The composition "One thing between my parents and me" is 400 words for reference:

There is one thing I will never forget, because it touched you. Dear mom and dad, this is a very common thing. This thing is to repay your kindness to me.

That day, you had finished eating and I finished practicing squash. When I got home, I saw that you had gone out. I quickly opened the door. The room is empty. I looked at the note on the table. I hurried over and picked up the note. I saw a letter written on the paper. The letter said that you went out shopping and asked me to do my homework at home. I looked at it. I haven't washed the dishes and clothes at home yet. I think, if it is like this every day, then our home will not become a garbage dump.

After a while, I think it's time for me to wash dishes and clothes, so as to repay your kindness to me. So, I took the bowl to the kitchen, put it in the pool, turned on the tap, brought the detergent, squeezed a little into the bowl, then washed it with water and wiped it with a rag, one by one. Then wash the stains off the chopsticks with water, and finally put them away and put them on the dining table.

I have to wash clothes again. I saw that my clothes were soaked through. So, I threw a little washing powder in, and then rubbed it for about half an hour. It was very clean and finally hung on the clothes rack on the balcony.

You came back and asked strangely, "Who did this?" "I did it." I proudly replied, "I did it, I did it." You are very proud to say, "We are proud of what you have done." After that, we ate happily.

Or:

My parents are humorous and sometimes serious. They love me very much.

Once, I was drinking water, and my father told a joke on purpose. As a result, I laughed so hard that I spit water on him and my dad became a drowned rat. He started sprinkling water on me and I became a drowned rat. The "athlete" mother also came to help. She took a big basin of water and poured it directly on me and my dad. I immediately picked up the shower, filled it with water and sprinkled it directly on my mother's head. Dad was also hit by my water bomb. I burst out laughing. Then, the two of them threw me into the bathtub. I was so angry that I stood up and poured it in the bathtub. They are all wet. The house has become a fish pond.

My parents and I smiled at each other.

7. I like the composition about the topic that my parents make a decision after discussing with me, because I have no courage and my heartless heart. I should change myself for them, but I know they love me. They are busy because they want me to have better study conditions. When I grow up, I will let you live a good life. "The thread in the hand of a loving mother, I hate my incompetence, my playfulness and my disobedience, because my grades are not good.

Mom and dad, in fact, just like green leaves reflect the selflessness of safflower. This is "and spring silkworms will weave until they die. I hate myself for not having a conscience, and I hate myself for not being sensible." Sometimes, their hearts break for me. I dare not and can't accept their love, because their love is unrequited. I'm afraid of making hopeless promises? This is my parents' love. I want to beat myself up. I can deeply understand his good intentions, but I am very clear. Whenever I talk to my father, I hate my indecision. Although they are usually very busy, they have no time to see me. " But I can't say it, because I am not qualified to accept that heavy love, and I am not as obedient as I was a child. This love is like a gardener working hard to plant flowers and make clothes for her wayward boy's body, because I have no conscience, when I hear my mother waiting for me to eat until after three o'clock in the afternoon, when I see my father not eating for my study. She mended it carefully and thoroughly. They love me. When I saw my mother was seriously injured because of my naughty, the tears in her eyes were crystal clear. Sometimes, I want to walk up to them and say, "Mom and Dad, I love you. My heart is so sad and cruel like lightning."

I love my parents too, but I will keep this sentence in mind and try my best to realize it for them.

I want to beat myself up because I didn't worry them. I want to beat myself up because I broke their hearts. Worried that it would delay him coming home, I wish I could say to them, "Mom and Dad, you have worked hard. I love you. " This is a true portrayal of parents loving their children.

Ask what is the greatest love in the world, and I will make them happy for me. Every night, candles will cry their wick-disappearing love.

I love my parents too. Although they are usually as cold as ice. They don't come to see me because they believe I can manage myself. "But I don't have the courage to realize his helplessness.

8. Write a composition about doing things with parents. I help my mother with the housework.

One Saturday afternoon, I saw my mother mopping the floor with difficulty, with a gloomy face and thin sweat on her forehead. I suddenly remembered that my mother had been reading very late these days, and it was very hard. I said to her with distress, "Mom, you go to rest, and I'll drag it." "No need!" Mom said. I said, "I learned the idiom' crow feeds back' today. Even crows know to take care of their parents. Of course, I will honor you and help you share some housework. " Mother said happily, "All right!"

So, I helped my mother to rest on the sofa, with a mop in my hand, and began to work. I dragged the mop left and right, and the mopping place was stained by my feet. My mother saw it and said to me, "mop the floor backwards, hold the mop handle with both hands, and drag your feet alternately one after the other." I did as my mother said. After a while, I felt my arm was sore. I will avoid them when I meet the corner. After dragging, the dust in those corners can be seen everywhere, which is particularly conspicuous. My mother found out and said to me, "When mopping the floor, you should also drag it to the corner." So, I went to the bathroom, wiped the mop clean and started the "corner sweeping movement". I changed the angle and cleaned the corner. At this time, I was too tired to breathe, my arms were too sour to lift, and my spine was a little sweaty, but I was still very excited when I looked at the fruits of my labor.

I ran to my mother with the joy of success. My mother hugged me and said, "You are great! Drag the ground so clean! "

Through this job, I know that my mother is so hard and tired every time she does housework. Labor is the most glorious and can exercise a person's will best. In the future, I must spare more time to help my mother share some housework.

On a hot afternoon six years ago, my parents and I argued about writing more than three or four hundred words.

I was working in the field when I suddenly got a headache and went home early. I didn't take medicine, so I slept in my room.

At about 7 pm, my parents also came back. They thought I was cooking in the kitchen.

At 8 o'clock, my father said, "Why haven't I seen my daughter all night?" Dad knocked on my door. I had a terrible headache, so I didn't answer him or open the door.

Dad came in and I told him I had a headache. He touched my forehead and said, "Why is it so hot? Have you taken your medicine? " I shook my head: "No."

Dad took me to see a doctor. I had an injection. After taking the medicine, it's not so hot. The next morning, my mother kept saying that I was bored, so she said to her, "Can you stop being so wordy?" My parents got angry and began to reason with me.

I had a big fight with them. Some of them may have said something that made them sad.

I also planned to run away from home, but I didn't succeed, but ignored them for a week. In retrospect, I really regret it.

If I had put up with it and thought positively, I might not have quarreled. Time flies, young and ignorant, I have become a person who knows how to cherish.