Parents’ Shenzhen Story Composition

① An essay about listening to parents tell 40-year growth stories

When a woman becomes a mother, she probably has more surprises than those who are not mothers, especially when it comes to children. When she was in infancy and early childhood, the novelty of being a mother and the daily changes in her young child would always bring her feelings she had never experienced before. Therefore, she would write down many things deeply for the future. Tell the child when he grows up.

Story 1: I am the first born child in my family. When the doctor told my grandfather with some regret that it was a girl, my grandfather smiled heartily: What happened to the girl? , I just like girls, and I am very satisfied. My nickname is Xiaoju, given by my grandfather. In fact, outsiders don’t know that in our hometown dialect, “foot” and “ju” have the same pronunciation, so my nickname is actually Above is "little feet".

Story 2: My mother said that I can speak when I am seven months old. The first word that sticks out from my delicate little mouth is: grandma. I think, any one Mothers all hope that the first thing their children call out is mom. However, when a seven-month-old baby can pronounce "grandma", she probably can't care about the sourness anymore. The big surprise exceeds all emotions. .

My mother said that I showed a certain ability in liberal arts when I was a child. When I was far away from walking, I could read while lying on the bed, grabbing a face cream called "Friendship" brand.

Story 3: When I was one and a half years old, I was very weak and was admitted to the hospital. At that time, my mother gave birth to a younger brother and was in confinement. My father was with me in the hospital. Every meal time My father went to the hospital’s cafeteria to eat. At that time, my father was very young. He thought that I didn’t need to eat because I had so many infusions every time, so he wouldn’t buy me food. I have been very sensible since I was a child. My child never asks for food from others. There was an aunt who lived in the same ward as me. She ate noodles that day. She saw that I kept looking at her mouth, so she offered to give me noodles. Dad also I thought they were not very hygienic, so I gave in. However, I, who know how to be reserved, burst into tears. In the end, I ate my aunt’s noodles.

My mother was very apologetic when she told this story. : I can’t help it, I can’t accompany you, I’ll make you starving.

② Discovering the history around me—I wrote the story of my parents in high school

This afternoon, I listened to my parents tell stories about their childhood.

The games my dad played when he was a child include: fighting, blocking dams, catching "spies", "occupying mountains"...

Let's talk about fighting first, which is to use a lot of grass. Put them together as a "trench", use a piece of wood that is not very long as a "gun", and use a corn "bone" as a "grenade"!

Blocking a dam is just to find a random place in a stream, put a big stone on it, and put some mud on both sides if it is not satisfied.

To catch a "secret agent", two people stand in the same place, one on each side. When someone comes over, they will stick their red tassel guns across the gun and ask them what they want to do and what they want to do...

The games my mother played when she was a child: picking up chess pieces, jumping rope...

To pick up chess pieces, you take two small stones, throw one up, then pick up the other stone in your hand, and then Catch the first stone.

Big rope jumping is most suitable for a group of 3-5 people. If 3 people are playing, 2 people are shaking the rope and 1 is skipping; if 4 people are playing, 2 people are shaking the rope and 2 people are skipping; if 5 people are playing, 2 people are shaking the rope and 3 people are skipping.

③ An 800-word essay on the story of reading with my parents

I read a book with my parents

Five o'clock in the afternoon , my father came back, and I asked him and my mother to read a book together. I want to read "Journey to the West", my mother wants to read "A Dream of Red Mansions", and my father wants to read "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms".

At six o'clock in the evening, after we finished our sumptuous dinner, my father carefully savored the first episode of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" - the banquet where the three heroes of Taoyuan became sworn brothers, and the first hero who killed the Yellow Turban made meritorious service. My mother read the fourth chapter of "A Dream of Red Mansions" word for word - the unlucky girl meets the unlucky man, and the gourd monk makes a random judgment on the gourd case. As for me, I am watching the last chapter of "Journey to the West" - returning to the east, where the Five Saints come true.

Finally, we finished watching the episode we had planned. Mom and dad took pictures of us reading with digital cameras. We pointed at the patterns captured by the digital camera and couldn't help laughing. Dad is smiling in the photo! Mom is very happy about the plot in "Dream of Red Mansions"! I am watching the last episode of "Journey to the West" and I am so happy! The whole family has smiles on their faces.

After that, we answered each other’s questions, which were based on what we learned from "A Dream of Red Mansions", "Journey to the West", and "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms". I didn’t listen to my parents’ questions, but my parents gave me I chose to listen carefully to the topic.

"Please listen to the question: What is the full Dharma name of Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

"It is Guanyin Bodhisattva, the great merciful and great merciful rescuer and inspiration of the Putuo Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

④ A 400-word essay on the relationship between me and my parents

When I was 5 years old, when I came home from school at noon every day, I would always run to the kitchen first and watch my mother busy cooking. I would immediately jump into my mother's arms, and my mother would hug me and say, "My dear, I'm back from school. Go over there and play. Mom will prepare delicious food for you." "I asked my mother to squat down and give her a kiss on the face, and then I ran out to play happily. Now that I think about it, maybe that kiss was a reward for my mother's hard work.

When I was 8 years old, I came home from school at noon every day. As soon as I entered the door, I smelled the aroma of food. My mother was tidying up the things in my room. Look at your messy books. You have grown up. If you can't even do this little thing, you will make people laugh. "I know, I know," I said as I picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into my mother's mouth. My mother smiled happily.

Now, I gradually understand my mother's love. Mother's birthday That day, I spent the money I had saved to buy a big birthday cake. When I walked slowly to my mother holding the cake, she hugged me excitedly, tears flashing in her eyes, and I gently kissed her. Said in my mother's ear: "Mom, happy birthday! "My mother said emotionally: "Nier has really grown up. "At that moment, I suddenly understood that mother also needs her daughter's love and love in return, and the only person who can give her this kind of happiness is me - a daughter who failed to understand maternal love earlier.

There are many more stories about our mother and daughter. I believe that these stories will accompany me as I continue to grow, and the love between mother and daughter will be like a stream, flowing forever and never ending.

⑤ An essay about the growth story of mom and dad

Childhood is like a small river. Every drop of water in the small river is one thing that happened in childhood, but almost everything cannot leave the shadow of dad and mom...

Mom and Dad are always with us, accompanying us through every stage of life, accompanying us and guiding us to solve problems together...

Once , I suddenly wanted to learn to ride a bicycle, so I told my parents about this idea, and tried every means to get them to buy me a bicycle. At first, my parents were unwilling to buy me a bicycle due to safety considerations. , later, after my repeated requests, my parents finally relented and agreed to buy me a bicycle. As soon as I got the bicycle, I jumped three feet high with joy, and quickly took my parents to learn to ride a bicycle.

I thought riding a bicycle was easy, but after trying it on my own, I immediately changed my mind, because during the learning process, I found that the bicycle was like a naughty child. Even though I held the handles, my feet I stepped on the pedals, but she swayed this way and that like she was singing and dancing. I couldn't keep my balance while sitting on it, so I was nervous and didn't dare to ride. I was worried that I would fall off. My father, who was helping me hold the bike behind him, immediately noticed what I was thinking and patiently told me: "Sit on the seat, keep your body upright, look ahead, hold the handlebars firmly, and be brave." "More, dad is protecting you, don't be afraid." With dad's encouragement, I tried riding again. Slowly, it seems to be getting easier. My mother was also cheering me on.

With the help of my parents and after several days of hard work, I finally learned to ride a bicycle despite falling and suffering a little. I understand that if you want to pick the fruits of victory, you must make corresponding efforts. I suddenly felt that I had grown up a lot. Learning to ride a bicycle was just an episode in my growth process, but my parents’ love made me feel really happy!

⑥ "The Shenzhen Story of Mom and Dad" 600-word essay

The flavor of a city takes time to accumulate, just like a towering tree. No matter how anxious you are, you can only If it can grow little by little, what can be done is to make it grow healthily and smoothly, just like Shenzhen.

Shenzhen is the place where we grew up. It must have many subtle flaws, it must have a refreshing place, and it must have the taste of hometown.

Part of the history of Shenzhen: According to historical data, there was a wave of immigrants in Shenzhen as early as 1600 years ago, and mainlanders made great contributions to the development of Xin'an. Among the six counties under the jurisdiction of Dongguan County, the first one is Bao'an County. The county seat and the county seat are in the same place. It is an important transportation hub for rivers and seas and a major coastal defense military town. Xin'an Ancient City created the source of Shenzhen's urban development and became the center of Shenzhen's political, economic and cultural life.

Shenzhen has many characteristics, such as economy, food, entertainment... and what I admire most is Shenzhen's tourism development.

Tourism development: The "Eleventh Five-Year Plan" period is the first five years for our country to implement the Scientific Outlook on Development and achieve the goal of building a moderately prosperous society in an all-round way. As the vanguard of reform and opening up, Shenzhen has proposed "persisting in scientific development" View the overall situation, strive to build a harmonious Shenzhen, benefit Shenzhen, accelerate the construction of an international city" strategic deployment, determine the long-term development goals of Shenzhen's tourism industry, the "Plan" puts forward the goals and guiding ideology for the development of Shenzhen's tourism industry, Staged goals and tasks were proposed in terms of tourism industry space area, tourism resource development, industry development, market expansion, institutional innovation, etc., and major tourism construction projects in the city were planned to seize the opportunity of the 26th Universiade in 2011. The opportunities brought to the tourism industry by hosting it in Shenzhen have put forward countermeasures to ensure the healthy growth and continuous improvement of the competitiveness of the tourism industry during the "Eleventh Five-Year Plan" period and beyond.

This is the story of Shenzhen, the taste of Shenzhen, and the characteristics of Shenzhen!

⑦ A 300-byte essay on the story between my parents and me

Father’s love is like a mountain, and mother’s love is like water. In the heart of every child, mom and dad are always the most beloved people. They are both boats and shores. They are boats, carrying us on long journeys; they are shores, the harbor where we anchor.

I remember that time, my mother was away on a business trip and my father was working overtime. I counted the time. I was eagerly looking forward to my father coming back soon. There was nothing to eat in the cold pot and stove at home. I was so hungry that my head was dizzy and my eyes were filled with stars. At this critical moment, my father came back! His bench was not yet warm. , I got under the kitchen and made a big pot of noodles in three strokes, five divided by two. I couldn't wait any longer, so I ate it hungrily. After a while, I "annihilated" the big bowl of noodles. Oh, there was a poached egg hidden at the bottom of the bowl. I swallowed it with the speed of a "fast food" person. Dad was almost finished with the noodles, but there was no egg. You know, he likes it best. After eating eggs, I asked my father: "Dad, why are there no eggs in your bowl?" After hearing this, my father said softly: "There is only one egg left in the refrigerator, and the supermarket is closed again. You are growing, and you need to To enhance nutrition, I give it to you." I was very touched after hearing this. There was only one egg left in the house, but my father gave it to me without hesitation. He gave me not only an egg, but also a portion of mountain. What a heavy father's love!

Just today, it snowed heavily. After I finished the remedial class, my mother came to pick me up wearing a raincoat and riding an electric car.

I saw She hurriedly ran towards her. I sat behind the car and hid in my mother’s raincoat. I was no longer the little baby I was before, and I could no longer hide in my mother’s raincoat, so my mother did not hesitate to put her in my raincoat. Most of the raincoat was draped on me, and I only wore a little bit. When I got out of the car, I found that my mother was soaked all over, her cheeks were already purple from the cold, and many places on her face were red from the snow, but she still smiled at me. .My face was wet, and I couldn’t tell whether it was snow or tears. I was shivering from the cold just now, but suddenly I felt very warm and comfortable.

Parents all over the world want to give me the best. Leave good things to your children, all of which come from love. Father's love is deep, and mother's love is great. My parents love me, and I love them too.

⑧ An 800-word essay on parents' stories

The mother did not remarry, and she held on to her son through all kinds of hardships. There was no electricity in the village at that time, so the son read aloud and drew under the oil lamp every night. The mother took a needle and thread and gently and carefully sewed maternal love into her son's clothes. Day after day, year after year, when one certificate after another covers the two mottled earth walls, the son is like a green bamboo in spring, growing up. Looking at her son who was half a head taller than her, the wrinkles in the corners of her mother's eyes were filled with smiles.

When the trees all over the mountain were showing signs of autumn, my son was admitted to the county's key No. 1 middle school. However, my mother suffered from severe rheumatism and could not do farm work. Sometimes she could not even eat enough. At that time, students in No. 1 Middle School had to bring 30 kilograms of rice to the canteen every month. The son knew that his mother couldn't give it, so he said: "Mom, I want to drop out of school and help you with farm work." The mother touched her son's head and said lovingly: "You have such a heart, I am happy from the bottom of my heart, but Shu Shu You must read. Don't worry, my mother will find a way to support you. You go to school first, and I will send you rice." The son said no, and the mother said to go quickly, but the mother still said no. The slap hit the son's face firmly. This was the first time that the 16-year-old son was spanked...

The son finally went to school. Looking at his retreating back, the mother was silently thinking.

Not long after, the large cafeteria of County No. 1 Middle School welcomed her belated mother. She limped in and unloaded a bag of rice from her shoulders while panting. Master Xiong, who was in charge of registering the palm scale, opened the bag, grabbed a handful of rice, looked at it, frowned, and said, "You parents always like to take advantage of small things. Look, there are early rice, Medium rice, late rice, and fine rice have almost turned our canteen into a rice bucket." The mother blushed and said sorry. When Master Xiong saw this, he didn't say anything and accepted it.

The mother took out another small cloth bag and said, "Master, this is 5 yuan. My son's living expenses for this month, please transfer it to him." Master Xiong took it and shook it, and the coins inside jingled. He joked: "Why, are you selling tea eggs on the street?" Mother's face turned red again, she mumbled a thank you, and limped away.

At the beginning of another month, the mother walked into the cafeteria carrying a bag of rice. Master Xiong opened the bag and looked at the rice as usual, his brows furrowed again, it was still variegated rice. He wondered if he hadn't explained it clearly to the mother last time, so he told her word for word: "No matter what kind of rice, we harvest it. But the varieties must be separated and must not be mixed together, otherwise it will not be cooked." The cooked rice is also uncooked. If it happens again next time, I won't accept it." My mother asked with some fear: "Master, my rice is all like this, what should I do?" Master Xiong asked, dumbfounded. "You can grow hundreds of kinds of rice in one acre of land? It's so funny." Her mother didn't dare to say anything after being robbed, and Master Xiong ignored her.

At the beginning of the third month, my mother came again. When Master Xiong looked at the rice, he was furious. In an almost irrational tone, he scolded: "Hey, I said you are a mother. , why are you stubborn? Why are you still carrying it? How did you carry it back today?"

Mother seemed to have expected it, and she knelt down. In front of Master Xiong, two lines of hot tears welled up from his sunken eyes: "Master, let me tell you the truth, I got this rice by begging... begging!" Master Xiong was shocked, and his eyes widened. Yuan was speechless for a long time.

The mother sat on the ground, rolled up her trouser legs, revealing a pair of stiff and deformed legs, swollen into a spindle shape... The mother wiped away tears and said: "I have advanced rheumatism, and it is difficult to even walk. Not to mention farming. My son was sensible and wanted to drop out of school to help me, but I slapped him in the school..."

She explained to Master Xiong that she had been hiding this from the villagers, and she was even more afraid that her son would know that he was hurt. His pride. Every day at dawn, she would quietly go to a village more than ten miles away with an empty rice bag and a stick to beg for food, and then sneak into the village after dark. She gathered the rice she had collected and sent it to school at the beginning of the month... As her mother kept talking, Master Xiong was already in tears. He helped his mother up and said, "Good mother, I'm going to tell the principal right away and ask the school to donate money to your family." The mother waved her hands in panic and said, "No, no, if your son knows that your mother is begging for food to support him in school, just It will ruin his self-esteem. It is not good for him to study. I accept the kindness of the master. Please keep it a secret for me."

My mother left, limping.

The principal finally found out about this and kept his composure, exempting his son's tuition and living expenses for three years in the name of a very poor student. Three years later, my son was admitted to Tsinghua University with a score of 627. On the day of farewell to the graduates, the county No. 1 Middle School was filled with loud gongs and drums. The principal specially invited his mother’s son to the podium. I wondered in this life: There are several classmates who got high marks in the exam, why did they only invite me to the podium? What's even more strange is that there are three bulging snakeskin bags piled on the stage. At this time, Master Xiong came on stage and told the story of his mother begging for rice for his son to go to school, and the audience was completely silent. The principal pointed to the three snakeskin bags and said emotionally: "These are the three bags of rice that the mother in the story begged for. This is food that cannot be bought with money in the world. Now let's invite this great mother to the stage."

The son looked back in confusion and saw Master Xiong supporting his mother and moving to the stage step by step. We don’t know what our son was thinking at that moment, but we believe that the shock to him was no less than the stormy sea.

Thus, the warmest scene of family affection in the world was staged. The mother and son looked at each other. The mother's eyes were warm and soft, and a lock of gray hair was scattered in front of her forehead. The son rushed forward and hugged him. She cried loudly...

⑨ A 300-word essay on the story of my parents and me

Among all homework assignments, the one I dislike the most and hate the most is endorsement. Every time I spent a lot of effort, but in the end I still stuttered, and never could memorize it fluently. Therefore, every time there was an endorsement task, a "family war" would break out in our family, with my father and mother standing by, He was making innuendoes to no avail, looking helpless.

One day, my father said to me mysteriously: "If you can memorize the text every time, I will give you an unexpected gift."

For this mysterious gift , there is no reason not to let me endorse it properly. Finally, one day the homework was to memorize. In the past, when I came home from school, I would always be lazy, read the newspaper, wander around, and then do my homework. But it was different today. As soon as I got home, I immediately took out the book and read loudly. I started reading, read it several times, then closed the book, recited it silently, recited it again...

For my father's gift, I recited it again the next morning before getting up. Check it again, um, it's almost done, so I confidently said to my father: "I know it, please check it", I recited it with great emotion, haha! Exactly! Dad nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "OK!"

It was great. I jumped three feet high, looking forward to the stars and the moon. Finally, Dad got off work and brought a beautiful small box. I said with a smile: "Open it!" I opened the box with excitement, wow! It turned out to be my dream MP5. I have wanted it for a long time. Not only can it watch "Big Big Wolf and Pleasant Goat", but it can also play games and listen to music...

During the winter vacation, I even played with it Inseparable and inseparable. However, when school started, I could only say goodbye to it. The time for school was beyond my reach.

Not only did I get a beautiful gift, but more importantly, I learned how to endorse. As long as I work hard, there is nothing I can't do well.

What a great gift from Dad!