800 words and 10 articles describe family relationships.

History inherits the praise of family, and time continues to interpret family. In the life-and-death struggle against evil again and again, I will sing the song of triumph and burst into tears many times. The following is a selection of 10 800 words describing family ties. Welcome to read and share.

800-word composition describing affection 1

Draw a few waves from the ocean of love and collect a few drops of dew from the garden of love, and we will all be moved.

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Affection is an ancient vine, implicated in attachment and expectation; Affection is an immortal lamp, radiating light and heat; Affection is a deep sea, embracing broad and broad; Affection is a towering mountain, storing strength and hope. Affection is great, it is the most selfless, sincere and deepest. Affection is ordinary, ordinary to just a look, a reminder, a sigh, a smile, a wisp of white hair, a wrinkle, or even just a cup of hot milk quietly placed in the corner of the table in the middle of the night. ...

How vast the sky is, how broad the family will be; How deep the sea is, how deep the love is. This profound love is the true love of parents for their daughters. Blood is thicker than water, which makes us feel the happiness of life. There is love and care, and it is full of deep affection. Feel the affection, let us know how to cherish, know how to be grateful and return.

My parents often tell me to study hard, but I don't listen. Now I finally understand my parents' good intentions. My parents are away all the year round, and we only meet twice a year. I know my parents are my closest relatives; I know you have high expectations for me; I know why your hair is white; I know that every step of growth is soaked with your blood and sweat; I know that you feed my life with your own lives; I know you love me more than yourself. ...

Every time I think about this, I can't help crying. Because I haven't paid enough attention to my study; Because I haven't exchanged my excellent academic performance for your comfortable smiles; Because I didn't become a good son who really reassured you. ...

I regret betraying your love; I regret wasting too much time; I regret having cheated you; I regret playing with my youth; I regret carving wrinkles on your forehead with willfulness; I regret dyeing your black hair in ignorance. ...

Although I am so ignorant, my parents didn't scold me, but told me the truth. Although I am impatient, I know you are all doing it for my own good. Is this a family? Yes, this is family. It tastes thicker, sweeter and more beautiful than milk tea.

Dear mom and dad, please believe: I will definitely get back the lost time, I will definitely earn back my honor, and I will definitely be a good son that will reassure you forever.

Family is infinitely beautiful and asks for nothing in return. She just wants her children to be happy all their lives.

-P.S.

Write 800 words about family 2

If life is a five-flavor bottle, then family is the sweetest one; If life is a picture, then family is the most splendid one. Affection is touching and brings warmth.

Love is a kind of purity, friends are a kind of width, and affection is a kind of thickness. Parents' love for their children is deep love, eternal love and even instinctive love. They all have a voice in their hearts: he is my child, and I want to love him well. Their love is cautious, for fear that we are not comfortable at all. Even afraid of offending us. A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. One is strong, one is weak, one is soft and one is rigid. For children, it is a kind of life.

When you left home for school in the morning, who stood at the door and looked at your back until you disappeared at the corner? Who stood at the door when you were about to go home until she heard familiar footsteps? Who cooked you good food when you were hungry and growling? Yes, it's my mother. Mother's love is gentle and meticulous. She always surrounds you and gives you warmth. You are unhappy, she is unhappy, you are happy, and she is happy. Her mood changes with you. She always pays silently, meticulous but warm. It seems that with her, even life has become easier. "Everything is fine at home" refers to this truth. Because of mother's gentle love, she is also fragile. And what we did to her was the most painful. Therefore, we should love her, protect her and make her feel warm and gratified in the same way, which is the greatest encouragement to her.

When you were bullied, who stood up and shouted to scare them away; Who pulled you up when you failed again and again and kept falling down and said, "It's okay, I'm here." Who said firmly when you were wandering outside and wanted to give up going home: "Come back, I can still support you." Yes, it's my dad. It is my father who has withstood many thorns and sheltered many storms in our life. Without him, you can't even take the first step. My father loves me like a mountain. He is full of energy, tall and strong. It is the pillar of your family and your safe haven. It can be said that father is our backer. When my father was around, I had great courage to do things. When my father is around, I walk straight. With my father around, I can speak with confidence. Father's love, perseverance, with his confident action.

Affection is such a magical thing, affection, no matter when, no matter where, it will always accompany you and give you infinite warmth and touch. The most beautiful scenery in this world is affection.

Write 800 words about family 3

Emotion is a wisp of white silk. Sometimes very helpless, always so messy with the wind. "Fear of delay will make him go home late", and returning is only the soul. For a long time, the body can't help but freeze at this moment. Can you uproot this place and let you get lost in the wind? For you, family is like an unreachable mountain. You can't reach the top, you can't leave like a stupid person. This is your concern; Affection is like a vast sea, which you can't cross and can't be buried forever like Jingwei's reclamation. You are that little catkin, which has been immersed in the casual "sea water" for a long time. Although you are a nobody, you will always sink into the "sea" and never be heard from again. Then, people without affection, like other inanimate objects, live in people's fantasies and thoughts at most. So, what is affection?

Affection is infinite, you can make friends with him (her) with all living things. Infinite affection is happiness. Life will inevitably have a trough, and people will inevitably be bumpy. Family is like the guardian behind you. Failed because the family started again! Infinite affection is joys and sorrows, and there are joys and sorrows. Because of natural factors or "chosen people", there will be parting times, and time flies. Children in the past have already grown up. In their hearts, family affection seems to have been buried for a long time, pouring out, like tears pouring down like rain, willing to linger, accompany and live. Having said that, I can't help but burst into tears, and my mourning remains the same. Affection is like an ancient prose, soft and gentle, without paranoia and confusion; Affection is like a piece of music, unpredictable, sometimes light and sometimes sad; Affection is like a good meal, simple and delicious, without heavy taste, and sometimes it can cure heart disease. In short, affection is infinite, because you can only "say" but not "understand"! Laugh ~

Emotion is another dark excuse. Domestic violence and school violence can be seen everywhere. The bullied person has a mentality opposite to kindness-anti-affection. There is no "poem" or "myth" in their hearts. Their hearts have long been destroyed, isolated and abandoned in their youth, and their family ties have long since disappeared. Take action, oppose violence, make them have no affection, and render a gorgeous affection. As long as you are willing, the living thing is the connection of your affection!

Affection, a top topic, exists around us, and there are all creatures. So, after thinking for a long time, what is affection?

Writing about love 800 words 4

Family is sometimes like a hard wall, you can rely on it, sometimes like an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain, and sometimes like a fire, which can bring warmth when you are cold.

I have felt that affection more than once, and the most unforgettable thing is the summer vacation in grade six. Although more than four months have passed, the scene of that day can always be repeated in my memory. It was because I used too much western medicine the day before, which caused me unforgettable pain. But in front of the family, the pain will always be alleviated.

Shortly after breakfast that morning, I had a burning feeling in my chest and told my father. "Maybe it's because I've eaten too many peppers now. Drink some cold water for a while. " Having said that, the wrinkles on my forehead can't be stretched, and I look at me with concerned eyes from time to time while watching TV. After nearly twenty minutes, my chest began to hurt. I just want to roll on the ground and I can't even speak.

Dad became nervous and called his friend to take me to the hospital. I spoke in such a hurry that I didn't even have time to make a polite phone call after explaining things. In desperation, my colleague told my mother who was on a business trip in Changsha and wanted her to give an idea. But mom turned around without scruple.

This is a swollen throat. Phlegm blocked the throat. I feel uncomfortable and anxious. The car has arrived downstairs, and my father quickly carried me into the car. Driving my dad, I contacted my uncle who was a doctor in the hospital and directly hung up the number. More than ten minutes passed, and it didn't hurt as much as before, but my skin itched and I grew one package after another.

Dad didn't know why, and then I became seriously allergic. I'm relieved. I thought I had some strange disease. But who knows how I will react next?

When I got there, my father took my medical record and talked to the doctor. I was lying on the stool outside. I didn't expect my mother to feel it, too. She looked anxious and made a panting sound. Without saying anything, I looked at me with kind and sad eyes, and I could feel the warmth of my mother's palm.

Then after eating the medicine bags prescribed by the doctor, they disappeared one by one and gradually stopped itching. Mom and dad showed a long-lost smile.

Unexpectedly, at noon, Bao grew up again, and his arms and back could not be scratched. Mom and dad's smile suddenly disappeared and they frowned.

The doctor who treated me quickly sent me to the emergency department for intravenous drip. I was lying in the hospital bed all afternoon, and my father was always by my side. Mother bought a box of porridge and carefully fed it to me with a spoon. Finally, I survived a lonely afternoon and finished intravenous drip.

Mom and dad's eyebrows finally relaxed.

This time, I felt the power of family at a critical moment, and let me know that family has always been around us, caring for us, and we should know how to cherish it.

Writing about love 800 words 5

Countless times, I told you in my heart that I love you; Countless times, I can't say it again; Countless times, I pretended not to care, walked away from you and told you that I didn't need your help; Countless times ... In fact, I love you.

Dedicated to my mother

I have never been able to write all my true feelings with a pen, nor can I write rhetoric like other articles. Perhaps, I am not a person who can express my true feelings well. But I always knew: I love you, my mother.

I still remember that night in the ninth grade, you tore up the book I was reading angrily, shouted, grabbed the vase on the shelf and fell to the ground with broken glass. You are crazy. You ruined my book, my beloved vase and the wooden floor of my room. At that time, I hated you, hated your inhumanity, and even quarreled with you. But next morning, I woke up.

Actually, I want to say I love you. But I turned my head and walked out with my schoolbag on my back, ignoring the curry bread and Yakult you handed me. I'm really scared. If I stay any longer, tears will come to my eyes. I love you.

In fact, I still remember the letter from my parents to my teacher in junior high school. I asked you if you wrote it. You said no, and then I found it in a secret drawer at home. After reading it, I saw how much you love me. That was the only time I cried. You love me more than yourself, but I don't know. I am so ignorant. After reading it, I quietly put it back and pretended that nothing had happened. I laughed as usual when you came back.

I want to say I love you. But I didn't say anything, didn't tell you how touched I was, but every time I answered the most touching thing in my life, I wrote carefully and read my mother's letter, and I wet the thin paper with tears. I love you.

In fact, I still remember that you slapped the little boy in my class in kindergarten just because he reached out and grabbed my face. I still remember your refusal at that time, which was almost a reflex backhand, and there was no room for thinking. Then, for nearly a month after that, you swaggered around the community, pretending not to hear the vicious curses of the little boy's grandparents. In fact, I know that when you get home, you will secretly cry.

I want to say I love you. But I can't say it, although I will tell my best friend about your thrilling time and say that my mother was too Shuai Shuai at that time. Then quietly red eyes. I love you.

Actually, I've always wanted to tell you that I love you. But I can't talk forever. Your love for me has always been there, making people feel used to it. But I love you, I love you, even though I never told you. Even if, less than one tenth of what you love me.

Writing about love 800 words 6

Affection is a glass of wine that moistens people's dry throat; Affection is a poem, intoxicating people's hearts; Affection is a tune, composing a happy life? Family ties are even more precious, and having family ties is the happiest. In Badaling, the capital of Beijing, it also reflects everyone's deep affection.

Our whole family (four elders, four children, four men and four women) happily followed the tour guide to the coveted Badaling Great Wall, took the cableway to the fourth beacon tower, and began a pleasant journey. The road to the Great Wall is difficult. In some places, there are no steps, so it is very troublesome and difficult to climb up only by railings. Especially the four old people, but none of them fell behind because of their own progress. They all gathered around the old man one by one, and everyone helped each other to climb step by step. No one complained. My uncle still smiles and takes pictures of the old man. They were all so happy that their eyes narrowed into a line and everyone was talking and laughing. After a long hour, everyone finally arrived at the destination-Haohanpo, panting. Without saying anything, my uncle took a perfect picture of four old people. The old people smiled happily, just like the blooming old camellia, and the wrinkles on their faces became clearer. Everyone happily set off down the Great Wall again, but at this moment, in the chaotic footsteps of people, we found that Lin Li and grandma were separated. This incident made everyone panic at a loss, like ants on hot bricks-running around and yelling at them, but it didn't help, and even no one was seen. They stamped their feet and screamed at them. Finally, they almost cried. Everyone set off as if nothing had happened. Naughty Li Jijun always walks on the rugged mountain road, which is very dangerous. He will fall down if he is not careful, but he walks proudly, unaware that the danger is coming, and only hears a "plop". Sure enough, he was accidentally knocked down by a stone and twisted with pain. When everyone saw it, they hurried to help him up, and no one was watching. Be careful in the future! "He enjoyed the affection that blood is thicker than water and bowed his head in shame. Everyone patted the dust on his trouser legs and watched him come back to life. Everyone was relieved and said, "slow down, or you will fall down again!"

This kind of affection, such as nectar, such as poetry, such as music, connects everyone's hearts together, and they are no longer alone. May the feelings last forever!

Writing about love 800 words 7

Family is a heavy mountain, so I can rest on it when I am tired; Family is a fast-flowing river. I can have a drink when I am thirsty. Family is infinite love, and always gives me care and strength in the long river of my life.

The night is getting dark, and the desk lamp in the bedroom is still on, reflecting me who is burning the midnight oil to study and write hard. On the balcony, the window was half open, and a breeze blew from time to time. I'm trying to finish a mountain of homework. Unconsciously, time has flown, and I just feel a little blurred in front of me, and the handwriting on the book is no longer clear. I temporarily put down my pen and rubbed my slightly sour eyes. Unconsciously thirsty, I walked out of the room and pushed open the door. At that moment, I saw the door of the opposite study was left unlocked, and the dim light fell on the floor through the crack of the door. I walked over and squinted through the door, as if trying to explore a miracle. I saw my father sitting at his desk as usual, with a book in his hand, leafing through it gently. There is a stack of my test papers and textbooks on the desk. On weekdays, he is always like this, a person carrying a lamp, quietly accompanying me, no matter how late, it will not make me feel lonely. Gradually, I have become accustomed to the company of this lamp.

I tiptoed to the balcony, breathing the night air; Through the window, I looked at the dark sky in the distance. On this unchanging night, the soft light in the study gave me the warmth and strength like the warm sun in winter.

Go back to your room quietly and continue reading at night. Perhaps it is the inner induction of my father's silent companionship. The learning efficiency is extremely high and the homework is completed soon. I packed my schoolbag and turned off the light, but today I didn't hear my father's familiar voice: "Have you finished your homework?" Hey! " So I gently pushed open the door of the study, only to see my father fall asleep in his chair. Today's snoring is much louder than usual. I haven't seen him carefully for a long time. I don't know when, he has a few more white hairs on his temples, perhaps because of his usual work, perhaps more because of his company every night. This is the trace left by years! But his memory has blurred what he looked like when he was young.

Every night, the light in the study is still on, silently illuminating everything. No matter how dark the night is and how long the road is, this lamp has been illuminating the direction that accompanies my efforts.

In the complicated society, my relatives are busy with their own careers, but they have never deviated from my route in the world at home, because their hearts always carry my love and give me unparalleled family strength!

Writing about love 800 words 8

Ever since I saw the familiar and unfamiliar word "the taste of home" in the book, I have an inexplicable desire and yearning in my heart. Until then ... that day, I was sick and went to school. Just after two classes, I felt overwhelmed, and some of them couldn't hold on, so I called my mother to take me home. After that, I waited anxiously for my mother. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed into my eyes. It was my mother. My mother asked for leave as soon as she saw me.

On the way, my mother asked me, "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?" ? Do you want some fruit? Do you want something to eat? "I was confused by this series of questions and shook my head at once. Just before my mother came, my heart was like this weather, gloomy and without any luster. Now, my heart seems to see a ray of sunshine in the dark clouds. This light is the sunshine of the family. When I got home, my mother asked me again, "What do you want to eat?" I said softly, "Noodles." "Well, I'll do it. You lie down for a while. " I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart. After a while, my mother brought me noodles. Ah, there are two eggs on the delicious noodles, and my eyes are blurred. When I took the bowl, I obviously felt that it weighed more than 1000 kilograms. What happened? Is this the weight of affection? Is it mom's love? It must be. Eating hot noodles, I finally know that family ties are so strong!

Dad is a man of few words. Seeing that he was back, he quietly ran to the backyard, moved a lot of firewood and added it to the stove to make it burn brightly. By the fire, my father silently added firewood and occasionally asked, "Have you taken your medicine?" An unusually simple greeting, in my opinion, is worth a thousand words of concern and consideration. Dad won't say those words of caring and attentive, won't say those touching words, and will only work and do things silently. I have long been used to this kind of affection. That flaming stove made me feel the warmth of my family!

Grandma is a warm-hearted person. Who is sick at ordinary times, she will follow in a hurry. This time, after I came back, my grandmother said sadly, "Does it hurt to have a headache? Cold not cold? Do you want to go to sleep for a while? " I quickly said, "It's okay, don't worry!"

""How can I not worry? "I understand grandma's feelings. Among many brothers and sisters, she loves me the most. Now that I am ill, how can she not worry? Can you not worry? Can you not be sad? In my grandmother's anxiety and worry, I know that I have been living in the care of my loved ones.

I am glad to have such a good family, such a good family, and such a good family who has always cared about me!

In their care and love for me, I tasted the most touching and desirable taste in the world-affection.

Writing about love 800 words 9

What is kinship? Family is an umbrella in the storm, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Family is a lamp in the dark, finding the way forward for me; Affection is the fire in cold weather, which drives away the cold for me; Affection is still a comforting word when I fail, which makes me regain my confidence and motivation.

Now that I am a teenager, time flies like water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But some things, but let me vividly, sigh unceasingly-that deep maternal love.

I remember it was a spring morning, and the weather was often unpredictable. I'm going to school with my schoolbag on my back. Just then, my mother, who was too happy to go to work, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Boy, today's weather forecast says it will rain ... ahem ... so take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky and glanced at the big sun like a fireball, thinking, how can it rain? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.

In the last class, I only heard the sound of rain ticking on the glass window. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't listen to my mother this morning. I realized the seriousness of the matter. Dad worked overtime at work, and mom got sick again. What should I do? It seems that I have to go home in the rain. Just thinking, the bell rang. I slowly began to pack my schoolbag and couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain.

As soon as I walked out of the classroom, I saw some students being picked up by their parents. The others took out their umbrellas from their schoolbags and left. Helpless, I had to stand under the eaves, but it kept raining. I was originally upset and rushed into the stormy world directly. After a few steps, I was soaked, so I had to run back to the eaves and start a long wait. I don't know whether it is intentional or unintentional, raindrops fall on the ground one after another, forming a messy and melodious song. At that time, I didn't notice all this, and I slowly began to regret and condemn: hey, why didn't you listen to my mother's instructions carefully? If I had listened carefully and brought an umbrella, the result would not have been like this ... Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard a familiar and weak voice-"Tan Zhan". Looking back, I saw my mother with an umbrella, who seemed to be swallowed up in the storm. I quickly stepped forward and grabbed her pale and cold hand. I just feel a hot "rain" flowing into my mouth, salty and sweet.

I grew up in my family. Affection is great, whether it is happiness, pain or confusion, it will always walk gently on the road of you and me, quietly accompanying us all our lives.

800-word composition describing affection 10

"But how much love there is in the inch-long grass, I get three rays of spring", such as the mother of the poet Meng Jiao is as hot as the sun; Then my home must be like a spring rain, "sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently."

I grew up in a big loving family. This nutrient of love makes me understand something more and more in the process of growing up. It's light, but it has indelible marks!

Always brush your affection for your mother.

My grandfather is a standard "Grandpa China", and his way of expressing love is very plain, as ordinary as a cup of boiled water, full of the most ordinary feelings. Grandma loves sweaty feet and changes shoes every day. Every sunny day, grandpa will first help grandma sit in the yard to bask in the sun, then put away her shoes, move a small wooden stool to sit next to her and carefully polish her shoes. Grandpa brushes very carefully, from inside to outside, from toes to heels, from uppers to soles ... Grandma sits there quietly, watching grandpa's every move, with deep feelings flowing in her eyes.

Is it really so interesting to brush shoes?

Be strong and full of affection for your mother.

My father is a perfect person who combines strictness and warmth. He not only has the unique introversion of China people, but also has the unrestrained thoughts of modern people. At the same time, he is also a "shoeshine enthusiast". Grandma loves beauty, especially wearing white shoes. Every weekend, we go to grandma's house for dinner. Before dinner, dad will use his own collection of "artifacts to take care of small white shoes" to clean and care for the small white shoes that grandma replaced. First, use an "artifact" brush to clean, and then use an "artifact" brush to care, one pair after another, each pair from stains to white as new, neatly placed on the balcony. Grandma's spatula cooking in the kitchen is intertwined with Dad's brushing shoes on the balcony, and I can hear affection in my ears.

Not very enthusiastic about my mother

Under the leadership of my grandparents, I also joined this team. Whenever I finish my homework during the holiday and see a pair of shoes on the shoe rack being put away by my mother because I didn't have time to take care of them, I will move to a small bench, bring a shoe brush, "take care of the little white shoes artifact" and other tools, and carefully brush my mother's shoes. Grandpa or dad always teaches me their experiences when they see it. Grandpa once brought the traditional tool-shoe brush into full play. Dad likes to rely on new "artifacts". The trick for me to brush my shoes now is to combine my grandfather and my father. My mother said I would never have to give her precious shoes for breastfeeding again. The big baby at home cares for the most professional shoes. Brush brush, brush brush, I slowly feel the fun of brushing shoes!

Parents are the guides for children's growth, while in my family, the elders are my guides. Affection, a seemingly illusory thing, seems to become more specific under the screen of several generations in my family.

There are many ways to express, inherit and carry forward the traditional Chinese virtue of loving father and filial piety! Affectionate, full of affection, warm affection, brush ...

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