Composition with three family information as the content.

; ; ; I once heard a story in which a young man complained that his father was old-fashioned, inconsiderate and often quarreled with him. There is an insurmountable gap between them. Until one day, the young man went to Mexico for the first half of the year because of his work. After the father knew it, he took out a map and asked his son to point out the location of Mexico on the map. Then he drew the distance between China and Mexico in red ink and said, "When I miss you, I can clearly see that this line is related to my concern."

; ; ; ; ; At that moment, the father shed tears and the son froze. I know, I'm touched.

I vaguely remember when I was a child, my father often took me to the playground. At that time, I was like a bird flying freely in the sky, playing carefree under the care of the sun. I clamored for my father to buy me a balloon. After a period of verbal commitment, I got a big blue balloon. I dragged it across the lawn. When I looked back, I saw a faint smile on my father's lips. I don't know whether it is appropriate to describe a man with beauty, but in the sun, in my mind, my father's smile constitutes such an unforgettable picture. Suddenly I don't know if it's caused by the wind or what. The balloon broke free in my hands and flew to the vast blue sky and the beautiful embrace of nature. ...

When I grew up, my father laughed less and was replaced by silence and seriousness. He doesn't take me around anymore. Every time he just asks me about my grades lightly. I find that there are fewer and fewer topics between us.

The second article

The most precious thing in the world is family. Family ... they always show up at the most critical moment. Below, it is a story that makes people cry.

After the 5 12 Wenchuan earthquake, rescuers found a mother in the ruins. At that time, she was already dead. She was crushed to death by a collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, we can see her dead posture, kneeling on her knees, crawling forward with her whole upper body and supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body is deformed by the pressure, which looks a bit strange. Rescuers reached through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead, shouted at the ruins again, and knocked on the bricks several times with a crowbar, but there was no response. When the crowd walked to the next building, the rescue captain suddenly ran back and shouted "Come here" as he ran. He came to her body again, struggling to reach under her body and groping. He touched it a few times and shouted, "Someone, a child, is still alive."

Under her body lay her child, wrapped in a small red quilt with yellow flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. Because of the protection of her mother's body, he was not injured. When he was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly. I found a mobile phone tucked in the quilt. The doctor subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone and found a text message on the screen, "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you". The doctor who once saw where you would go shed tears at this moment. The mobile phone passed, and everyone who saw the news shed tears.

On the most helpless road of life, family is the most lasting motivation, giving us selfless help and dependence; On the most lonely emotional road, family members are the most sincere companions, which makes us feel incomparable warmth and comfort; At the most helpless crossroads, affection is the clearest road sign, guiding us to reach our goal smoothly.