Writer's works

In real life or work and study, many people have had the experience of writing and are familiar with it. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our hearts and think about our future direction. Then the question comes, how to write an excellent composition? The following is a description of the writer's composition that I helped you organize. I hope it will help you.

Everyone has a beautiful family, just like you. Next, let me introduce you to our family of three!

Member 1: smelly mother

My mother is notoriously smelly. If you go to my mother's dresser and have a look, it will really scare you to death. Lipstick, liquid foundation, sunscreen and lotion are everywhere, and even some of them have no place to put on the floor. One day, I got up early because I was going out for breakfast with my parents today. When I came to their room and saw my mother putting on makeup, I cried and said, "Mom, it's just breakfast. What are you wearing? " "Don't call, is it not makeup? Only one hour. " What, an hour is short?

Member 2: "alcoholic" dad

Speaking of my dad's hobbies, others like to drink. He has a private wine cabinet full of red wine, white wine and wine. Whenever someone comes to my house for dinner, he will take out a few bottles of wine and have a good drink with the guests. Once, my father and several classmates made an appointment to go out for dinner together. Before he left, his mother specifically told him not to drink too much wine, but when my father came back, the room was full of alcohol. Mother was angry and shouted, "I told you not to drink too much!" " After listening, the father asked inexplicably, "When did you say that?" ""You are a man! " Mother shook her head helplessly.

Member 3: I am an optimist.

As for me, even as a "little optimist", my parents say that I am "afraid of chaos in the world". For example, three minutes ago, my teacher or parents criticized me. Three minutes later, I seemed to be praised, not criticized. My parents say I don't remember playing.

How's it going? Do you know all the members of my family? Are all the people in my family interesting? By the way, you haven't introduced your family!

My family lives in the family building of the Third Department Store Association. There are three people in my family, my father, my mother and me. My father and mother are my protectors. Don't believe me, look!

My mother is a primary school teacher, and she is very strict with my study management. This doesn't work, that doesn't work, alas! In a word, nothing will do. Once, my mother said, "You go to read a book." I said to my mother angrily, "I have to go to the toilet." Hardly had I reached the door of the toilet when my mother shouted, "What did I ask you to do? You, either go there or go here, you just don't want to do it anyway. " I walked back with a grievance. Although my mother's words are sometimes outrageous, in my heart, my mother is still the best person for me.

My father is an employee of rural credit cooperatives. He loves me very much and often gives me pocket money. Once, my father and his friends went to a restaurant for dinner and took me with them. I don't think there is anything to play before serving. At this moment, I saw a box of chess on the table, but the chessboard was stuck on the table and covered with a thin plastic sheet. I can't take it out. I pulled hard and accidentally broke the chopsticks on the table. Dad was very angry and gave me a good kick. I feel very painful, my heart is also very sad, I want to cry, and tears are spinning in my eyes. But I thought, "Dad gave me so much money before, and besides, there are so many people here, how embarrassed I am to cry." So, I held back my tears and just persisted. Yes, in my heart, my father will always be my good father.

Mom and dad will always love me and this family. I love my parents, and I love my family.

There is a poem in the description of the writer's composition 3, and there is a sentence in the poem that says: "Several families are happy and several families are sad". Whenever I hear this poem, I will unconsciously think of the inner feelings of students who got different scores after the exam. This feeling can often be called "there are blessings at home and worries at home".

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I remember that after every exam, every student would show a different mood. Everyone's inner experience at this time is also different. And everyone's inner feelings when they just finished the exam must be very real. Come and have a look with me. This is "Several Happy Families and Several Sorrow Families" after the test.

These are happy families. They are often very calm after exams. Because they are very confident in the just-concluded exam, they often belong to the kind of students who study hard and are excellent. Of course, the results of the exam will certainly not live up to their diligence, and there will be excellent results to repay their efforts. The result finally came out. They looked at the bright red numbers on the test paper and smiled beautifully at the excellent results. They will celebrate their outstanding achievements with smiles and joy. Yes, they are just a few happy families.

These are worried families. Contrary to the worries of several happy families, they are often very worried after the exam, because they are not sure how many points they can get and have no confidence in the just-concluded exam. They often belong to the kind of students who study hard, but their grades are not very good. Of course, they always expect their grades to be excellent, but the reality often disappoints them. Whenever the results come down, they look back at the unsatisfactory results on the test paper and feel sad. Yes, they are just a few families.

The original intention of "several happy families and several sad families" is not so, but this is the reality of "several happy families and several sad families". I hope that students who are worried about several families can join several happy teams as soon as possible.

My home is "African Prairie", why is it called "African Prairie"? Next, please allow me to introduce: mother lion, father antelope and my elephant.

First of all, let's talk about the "lion" mother. She is tireless and spends 90% of her time on business trips every week. Although she is fierce outside. As soon as she got home, she suddenly became a kind full-time nanny. Every day at home, I either cook or sweep the floor or mop the floor to wash clothes. She did almost everything in the family. Although she has done so much, she has never complained. However, as long as I don't want to do my homework and want to fight with her, she will "rob" me and my dad into the study and let my dad help me with my homework.

Then, let's talk about my "antelope" father. Antelope, herbivore, energetic. Every time I see this introduction, I can't help thinking of my father. My father won trophies in the relay race, 50 meters and 100 meters in junior and senior high schools. Everyone should have seen the lion killing antelope and elephant in Animal World, right? This is my food chain. Lions eat antelope and elephants. Because of the meek nature of antelope, father always obeys his mother, so he should be called "henpecked".

Finally, it's my turn to introduce me. You know, elephants are very picky about food and eat a lot, just like mine. For this reason, my parents think about how to cook good food for me every day.

Living in this "African prairie", I feel very happy, and I love my family.

Everyone has a home, happy or sweet, and I have a warm family. Our warm family has a beautiful mother, a kind father and a lovely me.

Personality tag 1: model mother.

My mother loves beauty very much. The shoe cabinets and wardrobes at home are almost all my mother's clothes and pants. My dad and I only have small palms and a lot of room. Do you know why mom loves beauty? This is because my mother wears a skirt to sell every time she goes to the market in order to prosper her business. When she was a "model", customers would simply buy her beautiful dress when they saw it. If it is sold on the shelf, customers will feel ugly. At this time, the mother will show it to the customer herself and the customer will buy it. So my mother often says to others, "In fact, clothes are like stinky tofu. They look ugly, but they look good on you." This is what my mother summed up in her daily life. In fact, my mother is also very scheming: the clothes she wears are suitable for herself, and the customer plans to keep them if she doesn't buy them!

Personality tag 2: father who smokes heavily

Dad loves smoking very much. He smokes a pack of cigarettes every day, and only good cigarettes, not cheap ones. So I hate my father smoking. I have told my father many times. He said, after smoking for so many years, where can I quit? But smoking will make you sick. Nicotine extracted from cigarettes can kill a cow. Although my father believes it, he still smokes. I said to my father, "If the smoke is smelled by people around me, the harm will be even greater." Dad believed it, and then he would smoke alone. Do you know why? Because my father loves me, it adds warmth to this warm home.

I love my parents, too. Although my love is so small, it can also make tears flow, flowers bloom and trees sprout in this warm home. I am selfish. Whenever I eat something delicious, I want to eat it myself and not give it to my parents, but my parents still accept it. I often think: If Mother Earth is selfish, can we still live? This is delicious food I will give my parents, because I know I will be a father in the future. If I am selfish, the child will starve to death! I want to love my parents!

I grew up in this warm family, and love is budding, blooming and bearing fruit.

I have a beautiful and harmonious home. At home, I have a handsome father, a beautiful gentle mother and a lively, lovely and optimistic me.

Dad is the head of our family and the pillar of our family. He is busy and hard at work every day, but whenever he is free, his father will accompany me. We watched TV and listened to music together, walked in the small garden together and listened to him talk about some interesting things.

Speaking of my mother, what impressed me the most was gentleness. Although sometimes being angry is horrible, most of the time she is very gentle with others. In a math exam, I only got 79 points, the lowest score since I went to school. As soon as I got home, I cried out of breath, handed the paper to my mother in frustration and flew back to my room. After a while, mom knocked at the door: "Baby, come out. Mom wants to talk to you, okay? " As usual, it was the dawn before the storm, and I thought, I couldn't help shivering: "Mom must be treating me to roast meat with bamboo shoots again." Hey, who let me do so badly in the exam? But to my surprise, my mother not only didn't criticize me, but also patiently persuaded and encouraged me to continue my efforts next time!

As for me, I like reading, listening to music and swimming. Although I am often beaten by my father, I believe my father will definitely not be my opponent in the near future! During holidays, I like to drag my parents to climb mountains. Every time I climb to the finish line, I always come first! As for my mother, she is always kicking behind my father and me, crawling and shouting, "slow down, little thing, wait for me!" " "

This is my home, ordinary and happy.

There are seven compositions describing writers-what familiar and warm words! It moistens us like cool rain and dew; Like warm sunshine, it warms us, like faint light, guiding us in the dark. It is more like a golden key, which teaches us a lot of life philosophy, is home, and makes us understand the meaning of love. It is the cradle of education, the sustenance of wandering spirit, and our eternal shelter from the wind, which makes us grow sturdily like seedlings in the field.

For me, I am very happy and lucky to be in such a warm home.

I remember it was a sunny morning. I didn't play well in the game. I've been thinking about a problem in my heart. How can I explain going home? As long as I think of my family's disappointed eyes and words of condemnation, my heart has been pounding. I don't know how long it took me to find myself back home. After wandering outside the door for a long time, I knocked on the door feebly. Dad stood in front of me with a surprised face when he heard a knock at the door. From my expression, my father soon understood.

There was a trace of disappointment in dad's eyes, but the disappointed eyes passed away, and the deep eyes were full of love. "Nothing, daughter, don't be sad, I know you have worked hard." Dad always smiles without a trace of blame, which makes me feel a little warm in disappointment.

It's good to have a home. Someone to lean on when you are tired, someone to listen to when you cry, and someone to share when you are sweet. When you are sad, it can inspire you to move forward; When encountering difficulties and setbacks, it can give you courage and strength.

For us, the meaning of home is the root to which fallen leaves can return, the nest to which lonely geese can aspire, the sea to which rivers can embrace, and the shore to which ships can rely.

So, although we have no wealth, we have happiness! Let's be content with small happiness! Let's cherish our beautiful home!

I have a warm home, a mother who loves me, a father who plays with me, and a lively and lovely me. These three people form a harmonious family.

I love my home because my parents have given me infinite love. Once, when I was sick, my mother immediately brought me medicine, brought me a glass of water, gently put it in my hand and gently said to me, "Take the medicine and see if it works." I immediately put the medicine in my mouth, took a sip of water and swallowed it. Suddenly, my heart was moved by love, and I immediately threw myself into my mother's warm arms and wept silently. My mother picked up a sanitary towel, wiped my tears and advised me, "Don't cry, don't cry." I stopped crying then.

Speaking of my father, he is as interesting as a child. I remember one night, my mother was surfing the internet, and my father and I watched it with relish. Suddenly, I don't know who hit me on the head. I shouted, "Who? Who is it? Who is it? Hit me on the head? " "Not me, not me!" Dad said while laughing. From his unnatural smile, I immediately knew that my father had hit me. So, I had a fight with my father. You hit me, I hit you ... Suddenly, my father pushed my stomach with his hand, and with a bang, my head hit the bedside, and I immediately began to cry. Dad smiled and said, "Little darling, don't cry, don't cry!" " "When I heard the name' Little Darling', I immediately smiled. Cute is a little rabbit I used to keep. Laughing makes my stomach ache.

How interesting it is to see my home. I love my home.

Composition 9 "Knock, knock ……" This is the voice of grandma cutting meat. I knocked on the window, too, and grandma stopped and came out barefoot to open the door for me.

She smiled, and her wrinkles were full of love. She served me a plate of yellow skin. She said grandpa picked it from the wampee tree in the yard the day before. I looked at the yellow skin on the plate. It was all big. I took out one, still stained with water.

I peeled a little skin and stuffed it in my mouth. Ah! A year's wait! The fresh and tender pulp is full of juice, which is sour and sweet and stimulates my heart for a long time.

I also liked yellow skin when I was a child. When grandpa moved the ladder, I followed closely, no matter how sunny the weather was. I also insist on watching. I looked up and saw my grandfather standing on the ladder with a rope and cutting it with scissors. Yellow skin fell to the ground like a meteor. I am busy to pick it up. At this time, the second thread also fell and landed on the back of my hand. I grabbed it and went back to the kitchen to let grandma put it in the refrigerator.

Back and forth, I was sweating like a pig, but I was not happy. As soon as I entered the room, I cried for food and wanted to eat something in the refrigerator. Grandma washed it and took it out. At that time, I was not sensible, just didn't want to wash my hands. Grandma peeled a big piece from the plate and stuffed it into my mouth. Suddenly it's like a big air conditioner blowing. It's so cool. It is because of its fresh juice that I fell in love with Huangpi. Gradually, I fell in love with sour and sweet.

It rained heavily this time, and wampee trees were rarely picked. This dish is specially prepared for me. Grandma said, "Not enough to eat. Take it out of the refrigerator. I bought some. "

I was curious and wanted to taste it, so I took one and ate it. I rummaged around and managed to find a bigger one. I squeezed it into my mouth and tasted it. Very sweet. But I don't like sweet, I like sweet and sour, and the yellow skin at home is also sweet and sour. But not bad. Grandma will choose.

That kind of cold, tender, sweet, sour, is unique to the home, and it is the taste of the home prepared by grandparents.

On Sunday, my parents and I went to my grandmother's house. Because I think I have grown up and don't want my father to take me. Instead, I rode my bike alone and followed my parents' bike to my grandmother's house.

In the past, the road to grandma's house was shorter and smoother, and it was easier to ride a bike. This time, because a bridge on the road was demolished, we had to take a long detour to grandma's house. Moreover, this road is relatively narrow, and if you are not careful, you will fall into nearby rivers and small ditches. Moreover, the road surface is uneven, so you should be very careful when riding on it. I followed my parents nervously and rode my bike carefully. I'm afraid I'll accidentally fall into the river. Although I can swim, it's cold now and I don't have any clothes. It is not cost-effective to go to grandma's house or go home to change, so I ride very carefully and am very tired.

I am very tired when I come to grandma's house, and I want to go to bed. However, I saw my brother baking sweet potatoes. I am very excited. I joined them right away, baking sweet potatoes. Soon, the sweet potato was ripe, and my brother gave me one to eat. I picked up the sweet potato and swallowed it in one gulp. After eating sweet potatoes, everyone smiled at me. I don't know why, I laughed with them. Later, my brother showed me your mouth. I went into the house and looked in the mirror, and my mouth was full of dust. It's really interesting.

After dinner, we said goodbye to grandma and brother, and they went home. This time we took a different road. Although this road is a little wider and flatter than the last one, it is further, and there is a bridge, which is so steep that you can't ride it by bike. I had to get off and push the bridge.

When I got home, I had no strength at all. I entered the door and went to bed without even washing my feet. Lying down, I fell asleep.

My home is just an ordinary two-bedroom apartment, but it was designed by my father himself, including color, pattern, furniture layout and so on! Therefore, it has unparalleled characteristics!

When you push through the door, the first thing you see is a rectangular space with a purple lamp about two meters wide. There is a small square carpet with a smiling face at the door. Next to the carpet is a blue wooden revolving staircase shoe cabinet about one meter and a half high. All kinds of household shoes are neatly placed on the shoe cabinet. At first glance, mom's high heels are the most!

Then at the end of the space is a transparent wine cabinet, which contains a lot of fine wines treasured by my father. Opposite the wine cabinet is a polished bar with several high chairs beside it! This is the favorite of dad and his friends!

Dad's "bar" is the living room on the right. The white tile floor of the living room is ten centimeters higher than the dark tile floor of the "bar". In this way, we can avoid the embarrassment of being pro-earth! The partition between the two spaces is made of white crystal curtains, which look very beautiful!

The colors of the living room are mainly red and white. There is a set of red sofa in the middle of the living room, facing dozens of inches of LCD TV, and the TV background is red and white vertical wallpaper! Look behind the sofa is a row of big light blue bookcases. There are all kinds of books on the bookcase, and there are many interesting gadgets, such as photo frames, music boxes, ceramics and so on! On the back of the bookcase, against the wall, is a mini blue sofa. You can read here when you are free!

After the introduction of the living room, the rest is our room. Dad has always adopted his own style and designed the bedroom with special flavor! His and his mother's bedrooms are designed in a luxurious and bright style according to their mother's preferences, while mine is a blue and dynamic style! Very fresh and energetic!

Although my home is only one of thousands of Qian Qian families in the world, it is the most beautiful in my heart!

Our family is a happy and warm family of three, with a gentle father, a careful and gentle mother and a lively and lovely me.

I often see such a scene when I come home from school. My mother is busy in the kitchen, my father is reading the newspaper with relish, and I am concentrating on the homework assigned by the school. We formed a warm family picture.

Our family often takes a trip that goes away. One summer vacation, we embarked on a trip to Chengdu and took the high-speed train for more than three hours. We came to the famous Chengdu. The first stop is the panda base in Chengdu, so don't miss it. Although we waited for two hours, the surprise of seeing the national treasure panda for the first time and the warmth of family trip made me feel the warmth of home.

In a cold winter, I put on my thin coat and went to school in a hurry. Father braved the wind and rain to send me clothes. When I came back, he was soaked to the skin. When I came home fully armed, my mother greeted me with concern: "Is it cold?" Parents' meticulous care let me know that this is the happiness of the family.

The Spring Festival is the busiest time of the year. The family sat around the TV and had dinner together. Everyone's face was filled with a happy smile. Family reunion is also the happiness of a family.

When I had a fever, my mother rushed to take me to the hospital, accompanied me for injections, bought me medicine, took good care of me, stayed up with me, and her eyes were red with blood. Dad often takes my temperature with warm palms and covers me with a quilt. When my fever dropped, I saw my parents with me, and I felt the warmth of home again.

My parents and I formed this warm and happy family of three.

Describe how warm and familiar a word 13 is. A happy home, a happy home, is the wealth of one's life. Just like the blue sky is the home of white clouds, the soil is the home of flowers and plants, and the river is the home of fish. Where there are parents, there is my home.

I remember it was a summer vacation and I went to a summer camp.

One day, two days ... far away in a foreign land, I gradually feel homesick. I don't understand the human feelings here, I don't accept the soil and water here, and I don't like the food here. At night, I lay alone in bed, the dark tide swallowed everything, despair occupied my lonely and helpless heart, and my desire to go home became stronger and stronger.

When I finally returned to my familiar home, when the smell of being a host came to my face, my eyes suddenly filled with tears.

My parents greeted me and asked questions in distress. They are tanned and thin. I promised one by one.

Unload Shen Chong's backpack, dig out several bags of snacks, find out a favorite book, and read it while lying in bed. After a while, my mother has cooked a table of delicious dishes. They are all my favorites! I wolfed down a few pieces of braised pork and put it in my mouth. Mom and dad kept picking up food, and I also came to the net. I ate all the delicious food on the table.

After dinner, I walked around the house, and all ordinary things were so vivid and lovely in my eyes. The dim light of the desk lamp is oblique, like a rainbow penetrating the clouds and scattering on the earth; The two pots of chlorophytum on the table are flourishing, like a forest composed of countless towering ancient trees; A light brown chair, a simple bed ...

It turns out that family and family talents are our eternal roots! No matter how far away from home, there is always a hometown heart! My home, my paradise! Parents and a warm home are your paradise forever!

The feeling of home is really good!

For me, country life is full of fun. Every summer or winter vacation, I will go to my grandmother's house in the country for a period of time and feel the beautiful country life. This summer vacation, I came to my grandmother's house again.

There is an orchard behind my grandfather's house, which he opened himself. Apples, Huang Huali, peaches, etc. were planted in the orchard, and watermelon was also interplanted. Grandpa is a restless man. He also built a henhouse in the orchard, raised chickens in the orchard and started three-dimensional farming. There is a pond under the fruit mountain. Grandpa planted lotus seeds and raised fish in the pond. Every summer vacation, I go to grandma's house to pick pears, peaches, lotus seeds and fish.

At my grandmother's house, I met many rural children. I went to the stream with them to learn swimming, so I counted the most swimming patterns. So, I taught them butterfly and breaststroke. We fought in the stream, touched snails and caught fish. Snails and fish we touch are brought back by adults to cook and eat. We eat the fruits of our own labor and are unhappy.

In the countryside, I help my grandfather grow vegetables and flowers. Although a little tired, but also tasted the fun of work. Grandpa always brings me flowers, vegetables, water and gifts when he goes to the fields. During my work, I made friends with those flowers and vegetables. After I left my grandfather's house, I felt that my grandmother's house was full of flowers, which was a wonderful thing. Therefore, I think my grandmother is more romantic and interesting than mine.

At home, my parents always treat me as a little emperor and don't let me do anything important, just tell me to read good books. At my grandfather's house, I also helped my grandmother wash clothes, wash dishes, learn to cook and learn to cook, which made me feel like an adult.

Eating farmhouse meals, doing farm work and swimming in the country are not available in cities. Grandpa's country is my paradise. Every time I have to wait for my mother to pick me up, I can't bear to leave my grandpa's house.

Composition 15 describes housewives: I have never traveled far from home since I was a child, and I never know what it is like to be homesick. But for the first time in my life. That time, I set off happily and went to a distant relative's house. But it didn't take long for me to be happy, and homesickness began to sprout from my heart. Finally, I know what it's like to be homesick, miss my loved ones, and miss food.

Everything has become calm, and there is no smell of home. The familiar smell is gone, and some are just strange, so I want to go out for a walk. I was walking aimlessly when a dazzling green tree suddenly appeared. There are many fruits hidden in the green branches and leaves, and they are all red. I picked one and put it in my mouth. "Acid!" Sour, I remembered the tree in front of my house. It's still the same fruit, but it tastes different. I miss the delicious meal cooked by my mother at home. I miss the smell of fruit and home that grandma took out of her pocket after school.

The taste of home is hidden in the meals carefully cooked by my mother; The taste of home is contained in my father's relieved eyes, and the taste of home is reflected in the vicissitudes of my parents; The taste of home is so beautiful that I can taste it as encouragement and love.

The smell of home is the smell of pickles pickled by grandma, but since mom and dad separated from grandma, they can't smell the smell of pickles and can't hear happy laughter.

The taste of home is the satisfaction that my mother always leaves me a delicious meal. I think the corners of my mouth are full of happiness. The familiar smell is far away from me. I want to leave my relatives' house at once. When I got home, the young trees at the door were fruitful and the Buddha was welcoming me. My face turned red with laughter. I pick one and put it in my mouth. The familiar smell is the taste of home at that time. This is my most familiar smell, the smell of grandma and home, and I will never forget it no matter where I am.

I am familiar with the taste of home, and the family is happy and happy.