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Unforgettable Family There are many small fish in my mind, which constitute my unforgettable family, but my most unforgettable family is that golden goldfish ... log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the New Year, and my classmates were talking about the beauty of spring, but I didn't think it was good. Because I go to school in the chilly spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The class said, "Look, her lips are blue." After a few classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up to see my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was forty degrees" mother immediately became nervous. I called my class teacher to ask for leave, and then, my mother hastily picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that there were beads of sweat on my mother's forehead that rolled straight down. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

I don't know how to keep a high fever. I was sweating after drinking the medicine. My mother was busy changing towels to wipe my back. She was so busy all noon that I couldn't even eat. I went to sleep again ... I felt my mother carrying me to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I was in the hospital for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.

Every day when I open my eyes, I see my mother beside me. I recovered from my illness, and I found that my mother's eyes were black and she had a little more silver hair ...

My parents

seemed to write essays about affection from childhood to uppercase, describing mostly mothers' tenderness, kindness and love. We always ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father, consciously or unconsciously.

A father is always reserved in his love for his children. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother, but he just expresses it with actions. After I grew up, I met some people and things, and I began to get to know my father with the idea of becoming rich, and I felt more and more that every father had a passionate heart and gave his children 1% affection, no matter how great pressure they were under.

xiaoqiao and aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.

A Qiao is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a complete family. A Zhen's father married a northern woman when he was an educated youth and settled there. My father is a professor at the university, a typical intellectual-gentle and elegant, with no desire for fame and wealth. For this reason, A Zhen often said that her mother was not worthy of her father, and she never concealed her admiration for her father. So I always laughed at her for her deep love for her father.

On Wednesdays, when his father visits the school, A Zhen always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting, and kissing his father's cheek before leaving. This is hard for me to imagine.

I don't know which fortune-telling book I read that if I can receive a silver ring from a boy on my birthday this year, she will be happy forever. She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. A Qiao proudly told me and Xiaoqiao that my father bought it with his own private money when he visited friends in Beijing, but my mother didn't know.

at that moment, I was in a trance. I imagined that a middle-aged man might be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his newly married wife 2 years ago, but he would wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter 2 years later and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike wish. I can imagine that A Zhen's father is sitting on the train, except for a ring he is wearing close to his body, and he has no financial resources to buy gifts for others. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even an insignificant sense of loss. This is enough to make Ah Qiao proud, but also to move me.

at this moment, Xiaoqiao just smiled and said, Why is Ah Ying still like a child?

I understand Xiao Qiao's mood when she said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. The sudden death of her mother in Xiaoqiao's junior high school was not a small blow to her, but also an eternal wound in her heart. But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone imagined, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the military.

Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. My father always disciplines Xiao Qiao with the way of running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao according to the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind. For example, after her mother died, her father didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. This sounds somewhat cruel, but it does help Xiaoqiao to get out of her grief as soon as possible. Xiaoqiao said that she always remembers a sentence that her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time she thinks of her mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.

Xiaoqiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father seems to have no plans to continue his marriage. I have read some articles in the newspaper about the stress of middle-aged people. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will actually be a lot of confusion. The pressure of work and the loneliness of the spirit will make people breathless. Besides, his wife died and his daughter lived in school. I don't know how Xiaoqiao's father endured the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter wouldn't be hurt at all.

after listening to their stories, I can't help thinking about myself. If A Qiao is her father who worships her and Xiao Qiao is her father who fears her, then I can only have deep pity for my father.

yes, pity.

Father is the kind of man who doesn't have much education or a lot of money. Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents were almost double suicide because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my father and mother were really in love at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father, and I didn't want to see the end of his separation after 2 years of painstaking efforts. Then,

but this year, my relationship with my father has not become very harmonious because of our dependence on each other. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".

After my mother left, there was little money left at home, and my father had to save part of his salary for my future college, so my daily expenses seemed tight. After discussing with my grandmother, my father asked me to go to her house for dinner every day. My aunt is a selfish person who always looks at me with that cold and contemptuous look. That feeling of humiliation then weighed heavily on my mind. Finally, once, I lost my temper with my father and told him that I would never go to my grandmother's house for dinner again, even if I starved to death.

My father looked at me at a loss and tried to explain, but only said a few words. He said that you also know our current situation, and you still need a lot of money after you enter the university. There is nothing I can do.

When I watched my inarticulate father humbly tell the truth, I suddenly felt infinite guilt and felt that I was too ignorant and inconsiderate of my father. At the same time, I never hated and loved money more than that moment. While I hated its filth, I made up my mind to make a lot of money in the future and burn them one by one.

Later, my father began to buy lottery tickets, ranging from a sports lottery ticket of two yuan to a welfare lottery ticket of one hundred yuan. Every time there is a lottery on TV, my father will sit there intently with a pile of colorful paper in his hand-I think he is imagining that they can bring him a lot of wealth.

once, my father told me happily that he won a small prize with 1 yuan. He said that he might win 1.8 million next time, or he might become a rich man tomorrow ... I suddenly felt that my father was strange and terrible. He scrimped and saved, gave up smoking and drinking, and pinned his dream of making money on a pile of rotten paper, hoping to find a long-lost sense of dignity in them. Deep down, at this point, I thought my father was possessed, he was crazy, crazy in his subconscious mind that he didn't know.

I feel a little sad when I think like this. But what happened one morning made me feel heartbroken-

My father who was washing his face said that his lips hurt. It may be because of the heavy internal fire. I saw his lips cracked and bloodshot oozed from it. So I took out my lip balm from my schoolbag and said, Dad, let me apply it for you.

I leaned close to my father's face and gently lifted his chin with my left hand-this is the first time I have looked at my father's face so closely in a long time. I saw that his face was thin, pigment was deposited in his skin and the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles. My father, who had always thought he was "an afterlife", turned out to be really old, so suddenly that I was caught off guard. Think of these days, my father is under great mental pressure, but I am still very unreasonable and demanding of him, never sharing the pain in life with him. At this point, my nose is a little sour, my heart is full of guilt, and there is a dull pain, I can't say why.

When I left the door, I left my father my lip balm and told him to apply some if his lips hurt. My father insisted on refusing to take it, and stuffed it into my schoolbag, saying that he had nothing to do and told me to keep it for my own use. I dare not argue again, and I dare not look back, for fear that some sudden wet things on my face will be seen by my father.

on that day, I got a large sum of money for the manuscript, plus a school grant, so I went out to a restaurant with my father for a luxury. Taking advantage of alcohol, my father said a lot. He told me to study hard, find a good job and make a lot of money in the future, and buy him a house to spend his old age safely, preferably on the high floor. He wanted that condescending feeling, and the room should have a new balcony, floor curtains, comfortable Simmons, complete sets of sanitary facilities, and ...

My father said it was a little cheerful, so I used an excuse to go out. Father said that he would live in a high-rise house, a bedroom with a big balcony and sleep in Simmons. These words kept appearing in my mind for a long time and refused to disappear.

when I wrote this, I was suddenly embarrassed and didn't know how to end it. I think it is possible that at this time, A Qiu's father can't stand A Qiu's soft grinding and hard foam, and is about to take A Qiu to enjoy her favorite Pizza Hut. Xiaoqiao's father just came back from sweeping the grave with Xiaoqiao Qingming. He must pray silently at the grave that Xiaoqiao's mother can bless Xiaoqiao to be admitted to Fudan. As for my father, I know what he is doing. He has just bought small dishes and is busy washing and cutting in the kitchen. Although his cooking is not necessarily better than his mother's, I am still very happy. On such an early spring weekend, when I heard that the gas at home was on, the air smelled of happiness, even if I didn't have a lot of money.

Foxes also have touching affection.

Masataro's domestic servant caught a little fox from the mountains a few days ago. Little fox doesn't eat or drink, which is very pitiful. In order to save the little fox, two old foxes gnawed at chains and stakes and made nests under the floor. It was really hard and indomitable. The fox's affection finally touched Masataro, so he went back to the fox from Mr. An Tian's ranch, where he had taken it away, and put it back in the valley with his father. The following is the story that happened after the little fox was put back into the valley-

The little fox just ran more than ten meters away, and the old fox came running together from somewhere, jumping around the little fox happily, and then swishing towards the depths of the forest together.

deep in the forest, the fox family stopped slowly. The necks of the two old foxes and the little fox are tightly intertwined. The old fox turned around, stuck out his tongue and licked it on the little fox's cheek, and slowly combed the little fox's short body hair with their front paws.

Mother Fox said, "Son, today is a day worth celebrating. Seeing how thin you are, mother must mend your body well. " Father Fox said, "You two go home first, and I'll catch some pheasants for us." Say that finish and disappear in the depths of the forest.

Fox and his mother went back to the cave, and the mother and son enjoyed their parting pains. Mother Fox said, "Son, mom and dad are really desperate. We can't deal with that damn chain and big damn stake anyway." Fox said, "Mom, that kid named Masataro is really nice. If it weren't for him, I would have let that moustached An Tian drink." Mother fox said, "Yes, that child is really kind. When adults are not at home, he secretly sends us food and milk.". When must we repay him well! "

There was a blast at the mouth of the cave. Father Fox came back, and he brought back three pheasants. The little fox pounced on it, held down one and wolfed it down. Father Fox said, "Eat slowly, son, and don't choke. Dad will catch some more." With that, he breezed out of the cave again. At this time, Mother Fox has cleared up the dining table and laid out the dining tables. She will wait for Father Fox to come back and the whole family will have a good celebration.

Father Fox came back. He brought back two pheasants and a wild duck. The whole family happily gathered around the dining table and ate and drank a lot.

full of wine and food, the moon has quietly climbed the treetops. Two old foxes came to the mouth of the cave, held the little fox tightly in their arms, looked at the stars all over the sky, told their parting thoughts and slowly fell asleep.

a few days later, father fox went hunting with his little fox. They chased a wild rabbit out of the jungle and came to an empty grand canyon. Suddenly, they heard the cry of a child tearing his heart and lungs. Looking up, I saw a wild dog chasing a little boy and tearing it there. The little boy clung to the cloth bag in his arms, his trousers were torn, and his legs were bitten by wild dogs.

"Isn't this Masataro?" Fox was the first to recognize it. "It's him, it's him!" The old fox said firmly. "Son, we want to save him! I'll deal with it here first, so hurry back and move troops. " Say that finish, the old fox a strange call, the ruling and opposition dogs swooped down. The little fox soon disappeared into the Woods.

this wild dog is too powerful! In the first round, the old fox was bitten by it. As soon as the old fox saw that recklessness failed, he slowly backed away and led the wild dog to the cliff. When the wild dog chased the old fox to the edge of the cliff, the fox turned around and pushed the wild dog off the cliff with all his strength.

Masataro is saved. When he recognized that this was Fox's father, he burst into tears. It turned out that it came to find the little fox. In the cloth bag tightly held in his arms, he brought bacon and ham sausage specially for the little fox. At this moment, Little Fox and his mother led a group of foxes to come over. They quickly wrapped the wounds for Masataro and Father Fox. Fox also collected a lot of hemostatic grass and applied it to Masataro and his father's wounds. Mother Fox patted the dirt on Masataro with her paws and licked the blood on his leg slowly with her tongue. Fox stood up, two small paws on Masataro's shoulder, slow down.