My cousin said that my mom and dad are not on good terms, but they are very amicable, why did my cousin say that?

Communication of affection as words 6th grade essay words Communication can unravel the knots in your heart; communication may speak out the pain of your heart; communication can moreover make the family harmonious.　Another yellow leaves fall all over the ground geese flying south season, which can not help but let me think back to an incident three years ago.　I remember that it happened before the exam.　Because of the fast exams, so the study is particularly tense, and rarely go out on vacation, once Saturday night, I want to go out to play for a while, but not yet wait for me to put my shoes on, my mother will seriously ask me.　"What are you doing to go."　"I'm going out to play for a while, I'll be back in a while." I said unhappily.　"Play, where are you going to play if you're not at home to revise," mom said angrily.　"Mom, I've been at home all day, I'll just play downstairs for a while, I'll be back in a while to continue memorizing okay?" I begged.　"No, I'll let you go out if you say you've learned everything." Mom said at me with wide eyes.　"Mom, will you let me out for a while?"　"No, hurry up and get back to your studies." Mom yelled at me.　I know my mom's temper, mom said not to let me go out, I definitely can't go out, so I had to go back to the house. Because to the house will lie on the bed and think a lot of things. After half a day's thinking, it's not wrong for mom to not let me go out. Not letting me go out is to let me get into a good college, find a good job, and not let me suffer in the society, thinking that my behavior is very bad.　So I went to my mom and said, "Mom, just now I talk back is not right, please original shock." "I am also wrong, you have been studying all day at home, I shouldn't let you go out to play for a while." Mom said: just such an unpleasant thing, through a few words of communication is so dissolved.　So, in the future, no matter what kind of things we encounter, we should communicate with others with each other and not do things as we wish. Sense of affection as text First year essay words "Only a mother is good in the world..." Yes, mother's love is one of the greatest feelings, it is like the spring rains, sprinkled in our heart, although silent, but nourishes the growth of everything; mother's love is like a ray of warm sunshine, illuminating the road ahead of us, guiding my way forward.　I remember when I was a child, I often had a high fever. One night, I was lying in bed, all over the body with indescribable difficulties. When my mom saw me, she used a thermometer to try my temperature first, then put a cool towel on my head and waited anxiously. 38.5℃, fever! Mom hurriedly got dressed and wanted to go out with me to see. But it so happened that my father was not at home that day, and only my mom and my elderly grandmother were left at home, so it was impossible to drive there. And it was also very late and there wasn't a single car on the street. "What should we do?" Mom was walking back and forth anxiously. And by now it was already pouring rain and lightning outside. Mom did not hesitate to carry me on her back, picked up the umbrella, and walked straight to the door ......　I slowly opened my eyes, found that I have been in the infusion, sitting next to my mom. She saw that I woke up, busy saying to me, "Hurry up and sleep, child, there is no matter." And so, I fell asleep in my mom's arms. And later, I heard my grandmother say that mom had come back that day already wet from the rain and had caught a cold.　In my studies, my mom also cared about me very much. She often told me, "Modesty leads to progress, while pride makes you fall behind". Therefore, when I took the test very well, my mother often warned me that: "the high score is even more to be modest to others to ask for advice, continue to study hard. Remember, there are people outside,, what outside there are mountains." And when the test scores are not ideal, mom but ease my emotions,: "This test is just too careless, not you will not. All right, there is a next time. As long as you are willing to correct it, you will definitely succeed." So, up to now, I have always engraved these words in my heart.　Mother's love is the greatest and most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become rich and colorful because of mother's love. So there is a sentence has been repressed in my heart, now, I want to say a word to you - mom, I love you. Affection, the guiding light in the growth of words fifth grade essay words Mother's love accompanies me in my growth, like a lighthouse in my growth; friends accompany me in my growth, like a new light in my growth; teachers accompany me in my growth, like a new light in my growth....... The love silk is like a soft cotton candy, clinging to my childhood. But in the growth of me touched y is the affection.　I remember when I was a child to learn the piano: eight years old contact with the piano, practicing playing every day! Learning to play the piano was very hard, although I was initially very interested in playing the piano, but as the degree of learning grew and the difficulty increased I often cried because of some technical problems. But my mother was always there to encourage me and teach me the technique, so that I played a beautiful and beautiful tune ...... However, people's patience is always there, and once again I encountered difficulties in the process of practicing the piano, and played a number of technical errors. Mom also felt that I played this section is not good, so slightly frowned, the top of the head appeared a few beads of sweat. Mom pointed out, probably because my mother's tone of voice is a little too heavy, I was in a very irritable mood, a wave of anger from the heart rushed up to the top of the head suddenly stood up and clenched his fists aimed at the piano straight smash, and the chair overturned, pointing at my mother and said: "I'm never going to touch the piano again!" And took a pen and wrote on a piece of scrap paper: my mom is the worst mom in the world, I hate you! and threw it at mom and ran out of the house. Who knows, the mom gladly accepted the note and picked up another clean piece of paper and wrote on it: my son is the best son in the world, mom loves you very much! When I saw the note, my anger suddenly disappeared, all of a sudden, I can not help but feel ashamed, I feel the kind of mother's love, a strong inclusive power, two hot teardrops down the cheeks of the flow ...... Some people say that affection is a branch of flowers, bring to endless fragrance; some people say, affection is an umbrella, for you to cover the wind and rain; some people say that Affection is coffee, first bitter and then sweet, but I say, affection is growing up in the guiding light, for you to light up the road to growth.　At this moment, I feel the power of affection - selfless dedication, dedication to life. Because of affection, my growth has become more wonderful, I love my childhood, love my growth. Selfless affection for words 5th grade essay words selfless affection Summer vacation, my mom was originally going to take me out for a trip, my grandmother's hand was fractured my mom had to take care of my grandmother so we couldn't go. At first, I was a little upset, thinking: it's hard to look forward to the summer vacation, but can not go out to play, really no fun, a series of the next few days, I was a little depressed. Slowly, looking at my mother's busy figure, my mood can not help but change, every morning, when I open my eyes, my mother has prepared a rich breakfast for us; when I do my homework, I often hear my mother accompanying my grandmother to chat and read the newspaper; when my grandmother wants to get up to get something, my mother always says: "You sit down, and I'll do anything. " One night, I heard a burst of talk and laughter coming from the bathroom, oh! It turned out to be my mom helping my grandmother take a shower! I opened the bathroom door a crack and watched intently how my mom took a shower with my grandmother. Grandma was sitting on a bench, resting her broken hand on the sink, covered with a towel to prevent water from seeping into the cast. Mom was using the shower to help Grandma rinse her body, and Grandma raised her elbow and tilted her head back to let her mom rinse her off, and then she used shower gel to help Grandma wash her body clean, and from time to time, Mom would ask, "Does your hand still hurt? Are you still uncomfortable?" Whenever she heard these words, Grandma would always smile and say, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore!" After washing, mom used the bath towel to help grandma dry her body, put on her clothes, and helped grandma to walk out slowly. Watching my mother carefully take care of my grandmother every day, I also wanted to help my mother do some housework. The next morning, we got up, first folded the quilt neatly, and after doing our homework, we also accompanied my grandmother to chat, things, and take a walk. At night I said to my cousin, "Let's help Grandma take a shower tonight!" My cousin agreed. When I took a shower, I followed my mother's example and scrubbed my grandmother's body, sometimes singing a song or two; sometimes telling a joke or two; sometimes making a quirky gesture or two, which made an enjoyable smile bloom on her face. From her laughter, I knew that she had forgotten the discomfort and pain in her hands. At this moment, she was healthy! She was happy! She is happy ...... In the evening, whenever our family gathers together to chat, there will always be a burst of playfulness in the room, a burst of sound ...... The loudest sound belongs to the grandmother's laughter! Kindred Spirits Essay Words First Year Essay Words In our life, everywhere is full of love, on the bus, at night, at home ...... we can feel many different kinds of love. Everyone begins to enjoy love from all directions from the moment they are born, but even though love surrounds us every day, we don't always feel it. It is like an invisible pusher, constantly and silently supporting us, encouraging us, helping us, and we often do not realize it. Because of this, many people always think that no one is caring for them or loving them, but it is only after they really experience love that they realize that love is actually all around them. I also had such an experience. When I was in the first grade of elementary school, my little brother was born, and at that time, both my parents were fully absorbed in taking care of the baby, and as soon as the baby cried and fussed, they would immediately put down their work and go to check on him, and they did not even respond to me when I called out to them, or else they would just say indifferently, "Wait a minute!" It's as if they treat me like an air person. Mom and Dad don't love me anymore! But one day, I got sick, and my mom was so nervous that she poured water for me, took my temperature, and kept asking me where I was sick. Dad is also a hundred thousand urgent with the leave, rushed home to see me, at this time, I just realized: I misunderstand my parents, they actually love me, but also very concerned about me, just I did not find it. Love, in fact, are all the same, whether it is the love between relatives, or the love between lovers, or to help others love, are like a volcano as majestic, like chocolate as rich, because, love is not hierarchical. Love, is omnipresent, it is at home, in the car, in every corner of the world, as long as we from the small details of life to find out, with the heart to experience, with the eyes to see, with the nose to smell, can be found, love is around you and me. The power of affection for the text of the second year of junior high school essay words midnight stars sleep, slowly pulling open the canopy, seems to be bright and dim morning sunshine to drive away the fluorescent stars, dressed in golden yellow clothes of the fairies shining in the watery streets, I went out for a walk as usual, glimpsed a letter clamped in the doorway, however, what makes me focus on, on the top of the writing, the addressee - me! I was so happy to see the letter. Looking at the letter to me, my heart was full of suspicion and surprise, holding the envelope in my hand, I felt flattered. I opened the letter with excitement and questions, and inside was a photo, a yellowed and wrinkled "family photo", which was sent from my grandmother's house, when we were all there, and, yes, Grandpa was still there too. Yellowish photo, front, everyone smiled coyly, grandpa sitting in the middle, aged body, can not cover his glowing eyes; simple shirt, can not hide his once glowing, the reverse, seems to vaguely see some words, but diluted by the time, faded, then fainted into a small beach, rows of particles of words as if blown away by the wind and rain of the ship, moored in the ink-colored lakes, I try to decipher, it seems to be I struggled to decipher the words and seemed to be able to spell out the words-October 6, 2003, Chiayi, and yet, it was my birthday. In an instant, I fell into the quicksand of memories, opening a treasure box in my heart that I didn't want to touch. My grandfather passed away three years ago, and I searched and thought, but I couldn't turn over a few photos with him. We lived hundreds of miles apart, but I never counted the distance between my heart and his, and I didn't want to erase the tears that were spinning in my eyes. We have regretted, regret but as a kite with broken strings, kite and as the life of grandpa, flying in the vast sky, but never able to land, in the photo, I remembered that there had been a everything, there is grandpa your childhood, regrets in my eyes flashing, tears, I just want to say, grandpa, I want you so much. With a heavy mood over the day, the night sky on the silver plate, illuminated a little fluorescent, the clock at midnight seems to wake up always "sleeping" me, all of a sudden, steeply comprehending the preciousness of the loved ones around me, the fear of "the son wants to raise but not wait for the relatives" regret, perhaps now the Perhaps the action now can make up for some of the shortcomings of the grandfather, perhaps now the love and care, can smooth out some of the parents were carved by the scars of the years. This night, I brought my gift, with a smile and tears into the dream. Affection for words first year essay words mother pregnant with ten months accompanied by the father's anxiety and anticipation, finally gave birth to us, we are the witness of the parents' marriage, but also their after a lifetime of ties, this affection will not be broken, but by us to receive and then pass it on, affection is forever, even if we leave home to fight, we will still go back. Travelers always miss their parents especially, but we often misunderstand the meaning of parents. Obviously hope that their children can be better, but will be interpreted by the child as mom and dad in their own humiliation, tomorrow cold do not want the child to catch a cold, want him to add a piece of clothing, but was interpreted as superfluous, Mingzhong miss are children, the child is always late to return to the reprimand, while the child himself feels aggrieved. We are always in the misunderstanding of conflict, because both sides are not willing to truly express the idea of the heart, until grown up by the wind and cold only to realize how to come home there is no just on the table meal waiting for us. Society, the expression of affection is very indirect, it must come to some time, we the wanderer will suddenly epiphany, found to the parents affectionate performance is how polite but exceptionally deep, a word and a sentence of plain words but precious, perhaps they do not say how much love you, but you know from a warm meal their hearts, know that there is no such thing as important things but to chat on the video a Three or five minutes, the performance of affection is not with the sense of knowing, with the heart, with the heart of gratitude to feel. People's lives are limited, and destinies sometimes end. No one knows how long this affection can continue, perhaps the next second will no longer exist, perhaps the next moment that affection can only be recalled in the heart, grasp every moment to experience with care, and then look back to see the heart will not be overflowing full of remorse, but full of gratitude and nostalgia. Memory of family love as text fifth grade essay words people's lives, there will always be some precious bits and pieces, but with the change of seasons, the passage of time, even if it is how engraved memories, in the erosion of time, ultimately, such as the yellow crane is gone, gradually faded color. Therefore, people use the camera to capture the memories of a heart-wrenching, that a piece of x that of eternity. I vaguely remember when I was young, my mom was away on a business trip for several months; less of a loved one who would usually hush me, the emptiness and loneliness was really hard to describe. At that time, I found an old photo from a few years ago, and when I took a closer look at it, my memories came down like a huge wave and swept me into the vortex of time. It was a photo of my mom and dad and I, with us snuggled tightly together and smiles all over our faces. Since we were playing in a very cold place at the time, we were all wrapped up tightly. I remember how happy we were to ride sleds and ice skates together. At that moment, I had a mixed feeling in my heart, happy, is that scene haunts the heart of the good times; sad, I do not know when I can once again *** enjoy the joy of family! Seeing that the day of mom's homecoming is far away, my heart added a light sadness. So, I put it on my desk, whenever I miss my mom, I will look at that photo, and remember her kind face again. During that time, I relied on that photo to recall the good times I had with my mom***, and no matter how time passes, the past is still vivid in my mind, stirring up memories that have been sealed for a long time. An old photo, recorded my touch, it brings people, perhaps the past joy, unforgettable sadness, inexplicable touch. Through the photo, the past is new, so that people revisit the memories of precipitation.