Write a composition on the topic of "My Family"

1. Write a composition on the topic of "My Family", at the first grade level. Home is the cradle of every child's growth and the harbor of every child's life. I have a warm, happy and harmonious home. I love my family.

I love my family, a happy and warm family. My parents' meticulous care for me made me deeply feel the warmth of home. Every time I come back from school, my mother is busy cooking good food for me in the kitchen. My father sits next to me and studies with me. Dad will patiently explain to me when I encounter problems that I can't. My mother is very concerned about my study. She was afraid that I was tired of studying and tried her best to strengthen my nutrition. Cook me a cup of hot milk every morning and cook for me all the time.

I love my family, a harmonious and happy family. In my family, it is always full of peaceful atmosphere, and our family of three always live in harmony. Mom and dad have a very good relationship and hardly quarrel. Dad speaks humorously and always makes my mother and I laugh. I am a very sensible and willful child, and I don't make my parents angry. If I do well in the exam, my parents will celebrate for me and take me to eat my favorite freezing point. I always pour a glass of wine for my parents first, because I know that my grades can't be achieved without the efforts of teachers and the cultivation of my parents.

I love my family, a family I can rely on. Whenever I encounter difficulties or grievances outside; It was my parents who helped me solve my difficulties, listened to my inner anguish and taught me how to face life and facts. They taught me that life will not be smooth sailing, but one should know how to face the challenges and tests of life.

I love this warm and happy home, let love stay in my home forever.

I love my family.

Everyone has a home, and everyone will love their home very much, so I am no exception.

Home can give people a warm feeling, make people full of confidence and cheer up from failure. However, home is the most important pillar for people everywhere.

I love my family for many reasons, the main reason is the environment of my parents and family. "Love grows with time" is absolutely correct. Whether it is a person or a dead thing, as long as it is faced for a long time, it will have a deep feeling. Unconsciously, I have lived at home for thirteen years. There are my most beloved parents, the most familiar environment and my stories for many years.

At home, my parents are like my good friends. They laugh and laugh every day. Even though they are unhappy on their way home, as soon as they step into the house, my heart is as relaxed and free as being loosened.

In the environment where I grew up, there were both happy and sad sides. In the whole room, my favorite is my room. There is a desk, a big bed, a bookshelf, a dresser and a computer in the room ... I lie prone on the desk every day to do my homework, sleep on the big bed, and sometimes sit in front of the computer to relax when I am tired, so that my brain can relax after working for a long time, and I can flip through the books in the bookcase when I have time. Everything in the room is accompanied by my joy, anger, sadness and joy. Another place I am familiar with is my small garden. There are green grass and flowers in the garden. I often play in the garden. I love my family, every member of my family and every story of my family.

2. Write a short essay of no less than 600 words on the topic of "My Family". The topic is homemade. Family and father often say: when people are in a foreign land, nothing is more important and warmer than home! A few sad words often make me stand at hand and think for a while: yes! The warmest place is home! That's where we keep our love, where there is the love of every member of our family.

Of course, there are mine. "Pa-"In a clear and long reverberation, the skipping rabbit suddenly fell to the ground and remained motionless 100 meters away.

It seems that at the moment when the bullet fell on it, it broke up with its own soul. Looking at this touching scene, two words involuntarily flew out of my mouth: "Wow-"That year, Grandpa was still a hunter.

Under the cover of snow, we hunted a fat rabbit. On the way home with a full load, I wore a pair of gloves on my hands and earmuffs on my ears.

Grandpa's hands are curled up and his ears are red. I jumped on the snow blanket, and grandpa looked at me with a rabbit in his hand-"Ha ha.

"Laughing happily.

Eyes narrowed into a pair of crescent moon. How proud I am, as if I killed this rabbit and had nothing to do with my grandfather.

Grandpa has been laughing happily, and we came home with laughter. Grandma waited for us for a long time beside the child, and I was the first to see her. We walked into this warm home hand in hand.

"ah! Where's mom? " I looked around. I can only see my father racking his brains for TV.

I quietly walked into my mother's room, and my mother was fast asleep! Therefore, I will sneak out of the room unnoticed so as not to disturb my sleeping mother. However, just as I stepped out of the room, she woke up inexplicably. She saw me, and her sixth sense made her think we must be hungry.

Come to the kitchen at once at the speed of light and cook a big lunch for us with grandma. Snowflakes flying outside the house gave me a wonderful idea-"making a snowman" is not as good as action, just do it if you want.

Through the crystal floating yarn, I vaguely saw a figure. I made a snowman in the snow-my hands were red with cold but I didn't know it hurt, and my nose ran a lot but I forgot to wipe it.

Piling up and down, suddenly, there were several earth-shattering noises outside the house-I suddenly sneezed. I vaguely felt a figure shaking by the window, but I didn't pay much attention.

After a while, my father came out and handed me a dress. I put it on casually and began to make a snowman selflessly again.

Dinner is ready! Everyone got together, and a table of delicious food fascinated me. Especially that pot of rabbit meat, my mouth is watering.

I brought food for mom, dad, grandpa and grandma. When I sat down, I found that there was more food in my bowl, but the food in my mother's bowl was "gone". I am curious. "Isn't this mom's favorite dish? My mother said very gently, "I don't like it. Eat it yourself!" " "A memory of many years ago is still engraved in my mind, lingering and memorable.

Laugh with tears and always remember! I love my family and every member of my family. It makes me feel warm and makes me feel love and happiness.

3. A 600-word composition entitled My Family. There are three people in my family, father, mother and me.

Let's talk about the head of the family first Dad, nicknamed "smoker". Every day after our family finished eating, Dad sat on the sofa and began his "good enjoyment".

Dad took out a pack of "fine hibiscus king" from his pocket and took out a lighter. Click! The lighter lit and the cigarette lit. Dad took a deep breath and spit it out again. The smoke ring slowly spirals up, exquisite and elegant.

My mother and I are sometimes confused by smoking, so we persuade my father to give up smoking. My father waved impatiently and said, "I have nothing to ask for in my life, but it doesn't matter." My mother is helpless to him. My father is strict with me. He asked me to write all kinds of essays and broadcasts, with neat handwriting, fluent sentences and clever ideas.

If I make any mistakes or have any bad habits, my father won't hit me or scold me. My father always took me aside and said earnestly, "You shouldn't … you should … remember it later." I remember falling out with my mother once. It was my fault, but I just didn't want to apologize to my mother. My father patiently enlightened me and led me to write a letter to my mother to apologize. After reading it, my mother turned anger into joy and praised me for correcting my mistake.

Tell me more about my mother! Mom, the family "health minister". My mother usually cleans when she is free. Her mother is like a busy person on Sunday, and she looks busier than an idol star.

Wash clothes, wipe the floor, and gasp for breath until you clean up inside and out. It's another Sunday, and my mother is busy again.

I go upstairs barefoot to do my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted, "Hey, the second floor has just been cleaned. Your feet are so dirty. Shall I sweep it again? " ! ""no, no, absolutely not! " The result was called "a dog with blood on its head" by my mother. "

My mother is also a nag, always dissatisfied with my sleeping, doing my homework, washing my face, etc. She often "finds fault in eggs-deliberately finds fault". I remember one night, I stayed in front of the TV to watch my favorite biography of Olympus. My mother nagged, "Hey, it's half past eight, don't go to bed!" " "Mom, you have the nerve to say that you want me to go to bed at half past eight."

As you can imagine, I was nagged again. I am a real bookworm.

I have a good appetite. I read everything. I can "eat" 1 hour more than 0/00 pages! I also have a lot of snacks, and there are all kinds of delicious food in the bookcase: 100,000 whys, Ma Xiaotiao series, fairy tale world, story club ... As long as I have nothing to do, I will lie in bed, choose my favorite staple food, and then choose a few delicious snacks, some coarse and some fine, which is very painful. I don't forget to bring a few snacks when I go to WC, and I am often scolded by my mother.

Sometimes I get tired of eating vegetables, so I invite some bookworms to the bookstore to taste new flavors. Anyway, my family is like this. Although my father is strict and my mother loves to nag, I can understand.

I love my family.

4. Write a composition with (my home) as the main topic. Everyone has his own home. Although my home is not beautiful and spacious, I love my home because it is clean and tidy, because it has-my father is the pillar of our family, and he is very humorous. I remember that I only got 85 points in a math exam, because I thought it was easy! On the way home, I walked with heavy steps, like a crestfallen rooster, and I was almost home. I imagine whether there will be mixed doubles when I get home, and my heart is about to jump out of my throat. When I got home, my father greeted me. He saw my dejected look and smiled and said, "A proud cockerel's tail was cut off, and finally it didn't become warped." I was amused by my father and immediately smiled, leaving my sadness behind. Another time, my mother called me too late in the morning. I said she shouldn't call me so late, but she said why I didn't set my own alarm clock. Just as we were blaming each other, my father said, "I found two slackers again. They couldn't get up, and they said that others didn't call me!" " What he said made us all very happy. Although my father is a little impatient sometimes, I like him to be funny! When it comes to mom, nagging is of course essential. That's what my mother does. In the morning, when I was still sleeping, I suddenly heard my mother shouting. She shouted in my ear, "Get up quickly, it's past seven!" " "I was shocked. I stayed in bed for a long time before getting up. She shouted: "hurry up, hurry up, the flag is still being raised today." Don't learn so slowly. You are older than that old lady. You are a child. Do things faster. "Come back at noon, the meal is ready, and my mother is nagging again." Eat quickly, the food is getting cold. Wash your hands first! "As soon as I sat down, she said," Eat more, eat everything, and don't be picky about food. See how tall a person is. I hope you are like her. Eat quickly ... "In the evening, I went home happily, because my math homework was finished, and I played happily for a while." But my mother said, "do your homework quickly, I haven't written Chinese yet." "Dad is playing computer. Mother said, "The child is doing his homework, but what computer are you playing?"? You shouldn't let the computer rest, and your eyes shouldn't rest ... "Dad was speechless. Mother's nagging continues every day. I have long been used to her nagging, because her nagging is full of deep love! I am the center of this family. I am an innocent and lovely girl (a little narcissistic). If there is some quarrel between mom and dad, at this time, I am like meat in a meat folder, and mom and dad are buns. I separated them and let them get back together. I was particularly "cute" when I was a child. I remember that time my mother dictated new words to me. I couldn't write a word. It was the name of a classmate in our class. So I naively said, "If my name is XXX, I will definitely write. "My family of three loves each other. I am a boat. Every day, I come and go in the wind and rain. My home is my warm harbor. I live happily in my warm home.

5. Write an explanatory article about my family. Birds love the blue sky, fish love the sea, and horses love the grassland, just as I love my home. This is a place full of love. In this loving place, there is a happy family of three.

The gate of my house is very unique. On both sides of the gate, there is a pair of striking couplets, the first one reads "A hundred blessings in harmony with the gate", the second one reads "Peace is worth a thousand dollars" and the second one reads "Vientiane renewal". This seemingly ordinary couplet was written by my father and me, and I feel particularly comfortable every time I go home to see it.

As soon as I enter the door, it is my living room. The most conspicuous thing in the living room is a plaque with a length of 1.2 m and a width of 0.4 m, which is carved from mahogany and reads "Heaven rewards diligence", implying that God will realize the wishes of hardworking people. As long as you make unremitting efforts, improve yourself to the maximum and do everything possible to improve your competitive strength, you will have a bright future. Next to the living room is my father's "private garden". Although the place is not big, the flowers planted in it are dad's favorite flowers. Every day my father takes care of them seriously, and they have become a beautiful landscape in our family. When I got up in the morning, the flowers swayed with the wind, as if greeting me, and I was in a particularly happy mood.

Opposite the hall is our restaurant. Whenever we eat here, a heated discussion begins. Whether it's national affairs or street affairs, we all express our views one after another. We can fight to the death, but after dinner, we will have a harmonious family. Perhaps it is this kind of atmosphere that adds a lot of interest to my family.

Walk along the left side of the corridor and into my bedroom. The singer's pictorial is hung everywhere in my bedroom, and there are two lovely bears on my bed, which are birthday gifts from my cousin on my birthday. On the other side of my bed is my desk. There are many books on the desk. What are Water Margin, Journey to the West, Dream of Red Mansions, Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Youth Encyclopedia? Among these books, Journey to the West is my favorite! Opposite the bed, put my violin here. Some cheerful songs will be played when you are bored, and some sad songs will be played when you are unhappy. As a result, the story of "listening to music makes you feel strange" was born.

This is my place . Why? It's interesting!

6. Write a 400-word composition of my loved ones on the topic of my xx. In my long memory, there are many unforgettable things.

But one thing has been floating in my mind, and I am full of emotions. It was an autumn with high clouds and light winds, and we invited some classmates out to play.

After dinner, I rode to the appointed place like a bird flying out of a cage. I managed to get Justin Cheung, Liu Quan, Li Shuo, Yang Kaijun, Zhang Xingchen and Liu Tianqi together and play hide-and-seek in the community.

Just when I was playing, I suddenly found that the "U disk" was lost, and I was shocked! I am like an ant on hot bricks, anxiously thinking: No way, this "U disk" was given to my father by my uncle. For me, this is very important.

For dad, that USB flash drive is more important to his work. If you can't find it, how can you tell dad? Yang Kaijun saw me in a daze and tugged at my clothes and asked, "What's the matter with you? Let's go! Otherwise others will find us! " "I lost my USB flash drive."

I said sadly. Hearing this, Yang Kaijun immediately shouted, "Come on, everyone! Kim's' U disk' is lost! " Everyone quickly gathered around. "What does your' U disk' look like?" "Where have you just passed?" .

My classmates asked me noisily.

"My USB flash drive is black, rectangular and Lenovo. I have been sitting on that stair step just now! " "Let's go there and find it!" We ran to the stairs as fast as we could for fear of being discovered.

Hotan squatted in situ to find, and bent down to find. Liu Quan looked at things with a flashlight. Two stairs leading to the basement. I always like cleanliness. I first found it in the basement. As time went by, the USB flash drive was still missing.

I looked at them seriously, and my heart fluctuated. "Keep the change! After school at 2: 50 tomorrow, come back after school! " "all right."

In the end, everyone had no choice but to break up. The next day after school, we searched for it for a long time, but we found nothing.

Although I lost the "U disk", I gained the precious friendship between my classmates! Parents' gratitude is a warm emotion, like a slowly flowing stream, singing softly, conveying the purest and most beautiful information in the world from the heart. I am most grateful to my parents.

It was they who embraced all my advantages and disadvantages with their broad minds and deep love, and generously gave me a space of my own, so that I could open my arms and embrace the life I wanted. I thank my parents for giving me the right to come into this world.

My childhood was spent carefree under the care and care of my parents. On sunny days, they sent me a bright and sunny sky; When it rains and snows, they hold up a warm umbrella for me.

Teenagers' time is accompanied by the joys and sorrows of learning, and it also contains the joys and sorrows of parents. My parents often smile because of my happiness, and they often worry about my troubles.

I know my parents expect me to have a good grade, and one day, their daughter can live a better life by her own ability. Finally one day, my parents' wishes came true: I finally have a happy family of my own.

My parents smiled, but in this heartfelt smile, I saw that my parents' foreheads were covered with deep wrinkles and their temples were covered with white hair. Parents' hearts are still full of countless worries about their daughters and their little grandchildren.

So, for my job, for my family and for my children, my parents became my granddaughter's "old nanny" when they were nearly sixty years old. Seeing that my granddaughter was as smart as I was when I was a child, my parents smiled with satisfaction. However, they are no longer young ... I thank my parents, when I am no longer young, when I quietly count the wisps of white hair on my parents' heads, when I gently touch the wrinkles on my parents' faces; I thank my parents, who are no longer young. When I went to Qiu Lai in spring, my parents' silent love was still with me. When parents' kind eyes are full of countless concerns and warmth; I thank my parents. When I was a new mother, I took care of my baby wholeheartedly. When I gently sang the song "You are happy, so I am happy" for my daughter ... I finally understood that my parents gave me the whole world! I thank my parents.

When my parents worked hard to write down this topic, I felt ashamed of myself. Because I didn't know my parents' birthdays until a few years ago, I can really feel the fatigue and vicissitudes carried by every white law on my parents' heads.

I really felt the weight of every penny in my hand a few days ago. Just a few days ago, I solemnly wrote on the first page of my diary: The thread in a loving mother's hand makes clothes for her wayward son's body.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But an inch of grass, three inches of light, how much love.

Just a few days ago, at a meeting of League branch secretaries, Mr. Zhao said: Parents know how hard they work, which makes my heart sink in again. I have been thinking about the little things with my parents these days, whether they are happy or sad. I always want to pick up the phone and call my mother and tell her that her son loves her very much.

But every time I think about it, I can't help crying. I always feel that I owe my parents too much. I always feel that saying this sentence will make me feel more guilty, but it will be even worse if I hold it in my heart. In college, it doesn't necessarily mean that we are adults. It doesn't necessarily mean that we have matured a lot and learned a lot.

In fact, we are still very naive and have no idea what we are wearing. What is food? Is that just clothes and food? In our life, parents' care and love are the most extensive and selfless, and the kindness raised by parents is endless: sucking mother's milk and leaving infancy; Grasping my parents' hearts, I took the first step in my life; Sleep in sweet children's songs and thrive in meticulous care. How many sleepless nights did our parents spend for our illness? How much effort our parents have made to raise tuition for our study; How much can we appreciate this kindness that is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth? How much did we repay? Crazy night machine, spoony love, truancy, being late, is this our reward? Sitting in the internet cafe, doing nothing.

7. The concept of "having a home for the first time in my heart" is a high threshold, because when I step forward, I fall down in the high threshold. Let me remember that I have to cross this high threshold when I go out.

I remember that after school, my mother got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for us. The red kitchen fire flickered, reflecting the busy figure of mother. After breakfast, I walked on my way to school with my schoolbag on my back. The road is winding, and I am the only one who goes out. On the way, I always meet my classmates. Sometimes when I see someone's fruit tree ripe after school, I climb up and secretly pick it. With the barking of dogs and the shouts of their owners, I was scared away. Still full of fruit, just like this, whether it is summer rain or autumn rain, I walk on this winding mountain road every morning and every dusk, and one end of the mountain road is my home.

Later, when I moved to the county town and walked on the flat cement road, I always missed the fragrance of green grass, the smoke coming from the kitchen at dusk, the shouts under the fruit trees, the warmest temptation extending from the narrow road, the touching chirping of birds on that branch, and accompanied me through the carefree and happy childhood.

Gradually, I have left my mother's side and my childhood home. In the wandering days, the journey of life is like that winding mountain road. On a certain section of the road, I thought I had reached the end, but at a corner, it was clear Wan Li. In this way, I kept running from one city to another, occasionally stopping to look at the busy people on strange streets, thinking about my winding and quiet hometown, emitting.

This city with blurred neon and enchanting night is still wandering lonely in the room built of reinforced concrete. It seems that all these glories are far away from me. I only remember my mother's aging face in the flickering kitchen fire, and every wisp of smoke curled up was so close to me. ...

Although being cared for now is also caring for others, the memory of the home at the other end of the mountain road is still clear, and it always hurts to think of it. Now, I am still busy on the road, but in my mind, in my dream, at the other end of the mountain road, there are a pair of expectant eyes watching me silently. ...

There is nothing wrong with the winding mountain road, but at one end of the road, the high threshold, the firewood in the stove chamber reflects my mother's face, and the light that guides me home at dusk is a warm pain engraved in my heart.

Now, I have a family and a career. I have a pair of warm eyes looking forward to my return at dusk, lighting a lamp for me at dusk, washing away the secular lead for me with her unique fragrance and gentle posture, making my tired experience quiet and comfortable, thus propping up this warm sky.

Home is always the harbor where my mind is anchored. ...