① A touching story about me and my relatives
My parents have been with me for fourteen years. My parents have always cared for me selflessly. Maybe because I grew up under the care of my parents, I feel that my parents' love is not as caring as before. When I was a child, I could always find my anxious mother in the misty rain when she came to deliver umbrellas, but now Sometimes I can only look at the rain falling from the sky. In the past, I could always follow my parents wherever they went, but now I can only stay with the books at home. Whenever this happens, I always comfort myself, saying that I have grown up and am no longer a child who needs to be taken care of, but at the same time, I feel a wave of loss in my heart.
I can’t remember which day it was. A cold north wind blew in the sky in early spring, and an icy cold blood began to fall. I already had a cold and wondered if my mother would show up. The sky slowly darkened, and I walked in the early spring wind and rain with a disappointed heart, comforting myself that my parents might not be at home.
When I opened the door with wet hair, I found my parents sitting together watching TV. I couldn’t help but feel angry in my heart, and shouted at my surprised parents: "You are so "Heartless, it's raining outside! Why don't you give me an umbrella?" I wanted to scream loudly, but my voice couldn't be raised because of my cold body and the anger after being exposed to the rain. I had a headache. I didn't care about my parents talking, so I threw down my schoolbag and lay on the bed.
I don’t know how long it took, but my mother gently woke me up and brought me a bowl of ginger soup. When I drank it, my mother looked at me, her eyes full of pain and self-blame, and I pretended not to notice. , after drinking it, he fell into a deep sleep, but his heart and body seemed to have been injected with warmth, no longer cold.
When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, and my head was taken away by the bowl of ginger soup. I walked to the living room and found cold medicine and steaming breakfast on the table. Next to it was a note in my mother's handwriting: "I'm sorry, son! My parents didn't expect you to fall ill from this. I originally wanted you to make yourself sick." You know how to take care of yourself, but your dad and I are a little impatient, so... No matter what, you have to believe that mom and dad will always love you..."
Tears welled up, and the apology in my heart surged like sea water. : "Dad, Mom, I wronged you..."
② Composition on the story of me and my relatives
It wasn’t long after I was born, about 5 months old, Mom He left me and went to Suzhou to do business. I lived with my grandparents until I went to school. They provided me with food and shelter, and worked hard to help me grow up.
One summer, I was probably only 9 years old. That was a playful age. My sister and I went to the park near my home to play. It was a small park, but there were childhood memories there. My sister and I ran to the park to have fun whenever we had free time. Every time we go to the park, we have to go through the country road with not many cars. I was following my sister ***, and suddenly a tractor came over and ran over me. My grandparents hurriedly took me to the hospital, and the doctor said, "We can only take a X-ray, but we can't tell." After a X-ray, it turned out that my ankle was fractured. I put on a cast and rested at home for two months. As a result, my feet have suffered from sequelae since then. Whenever I run or walk for too long, my feet will hurt.
School started, and my classmates went to school in a good mood, but I was not happy at all. Because my feet are not complete yet. Every time I go home during the holidays, my grandpa buys a lot of delicious things and waits for me. After I finished my homework, my grandpa rubbed my legs. Day after day, my legs were completely healed and I could move freely as before. I like my grandfather’s loving eyes, which are full of love for me.
Having the love of family is the happiest thing in the world. Everyone has a story with their family. Being with family is very real and warm. I love my family.
③ A 400-word essay on the story of me and my relatives
My mother and I have been living together for eleven years. Of course, the relationship between me and my mother Many things happened, but the one I remember the most is that one.
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I became obsessed with chess, so I asked my mother to buy me a box of chess and a book about chess. I took the chess and the book and was so happy, as if I had gotten a treasure.
After eating, I took my book and read it carefully. After a while, I learned how to place chess and how to move each piece. But how can one do it alone? I thought of my mother. Although my mother could not play chess, she readily agreed for me and immediately began to learn from me humbly.
Early the next morning, I asked my mother if she would like to play chess with me, and my mother readily agreed. The game started, and I proudly arranged the chess pieces. After placing the chess pieces, I asked my mother to play first. Since my mother's skills were not as good as mine, after a few minutes, I killed all her pawns, horses, and cannons, while I only lost two soldiers, one cannon, and one horse. After a few more minutes, my mother's penis was finally eaten by my car. Mom lost, and I jumped up with excitement. In the next few competitions, I defeated my mother every time, which made me a little proud.
After my mother lost chess, she read the chess book whenever she had free time every day, but I put this matter aside and didn't even read the book. A month later, I played chess with my mother again. My mother made a lot of progress, but I stopped. The first game ended and my mother and I ended up with a draw. The next three games surprised me: I only won one, but my mother won two. I was really impressed by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed. The mother of a student surpassed her son and teacher. I quickly picked up the chess book and read it attentively. I no longer dared to be proud.
Growing up, my mother taught me knowledge and principles of life. My mother said that after having her son, she also learned a lot. She grew up with her son. Under the care of my mother, my grades have always been very good, and my mother has also made great progress in chess, card and painting, and found a joy in life that I had never had before.
④ Write a story about a relative in 800 words
My mother and I have been living together for eleven years. Of course, many things have happened between me and my mother. What I remember most is that incident.
When I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I became obsessed with chess, so I asked my mother to buy me a box of chess and a book about chess. I took the chess and the book and was so happy, as if I had gotten a treasure. After eating, I took my book and read it carefully. After a while, I learned how to place chess and how to move each piece. But how can one do it alone? I thought of my mother. Although my mother could not play chess, she readily agreed for me and immediately began to learn from me humbly.
Early the next morning, I asked my mother if she would like to play chess with me, and my mother readily agreed. The game started, and I proudly arranged the chess pieces. After placing the chess pieces, I asked my mother to play first. Since my mother's skills were not as good as mine, after a few minutes, I killed all her pawns, horses, and cannons, while I only lost two soldiers, one cannon, and one horse. After a few more minutes, my mother's penis was finally eaten by my car. Mom lost, and I jumped up with excitement. In the next few competitions, I defeated my mother every time, which made me a little proud.
After my mother lost chess, she read the chess book whenever she had free time every day, but I put this matter aside and didn't even read the book. A month later, I played chess with my mother again. My mother made a lot of progress, but I stopped. The first game ended and my mother and I ended up with a draw. The next three games surprised me: I only won one, but my mother won two. I was really impressed by my mother, and I felt a little ashamed. The mother of a student surpassed her son and teacher. I quickly picked up the chess book and read it attentively. I no longer dared to be proud.
Growing up, my mother taught me knowledge and principles of life. My mother said that after having her son, she also learned a lot. She grew up with her son. Under the care of my mother, my grades have always been very good, and my mother has also made great progress in chess, card and painting, and found a joy in life that I had never had before.
⑤ Give me an essay about the story between yourself and your loved ones
There is a person who needs love the most, and it is she who gave me the most sincere love; there is a person, She is the one who needs the most gratitude, who has worked so hard to raise me up; there is one person who needs comfort the most, and she is the one who watches day and night, hoping for my health and happiness...
She is my grandma, What grandma has given me is the greatest affection, the most selfless love, and the broadest heart in the world...
I am an orphan who was abandoned by my parents since I was a child. I am a grandma in her sixties. The lonely old man who was many years old took on the important task of raising me without any regrets. Every summer night, I would nestle in my grandma's arms and listen to her tell fairy tales such as Chang'e flying to the moon and the seven fairies descending to earth. As I listened, I closed my eyes unconsciously and vaguely heard my grandma fanning me. The sound of a fan. Everything thrives in a harmonious family. The reason why a harmonious family is harmonious is that I have summed up an experience that is "treat others sincerely, live in harmony, and respect and love each other." May every household be filled with harmony so that people in our society can get along more harmoniously!
I love my family, a family that is not rich but full of love and warmth.
⑥ Take "The Story of Me and My Relatives" as the title. Write an essay, 400-600 words,
Father.
Whenever I see my father’s silver hair; whenever I see my father’s slightly hunched back, tears fill my eyes. My father worked hard for us and this family, but he kept a calm face from beginning to end, without a single complaint...
He is tall, has a thin face, and has a dark face. He always wears an old and tattered suit and a pair of unsightly leather shoes. From the front, he looks like a thin old man, but from the back, he stands as tall and tall as a mountain. He is my dearest and most beloved person - my father.
People say that fathers always play a serious role in life and give people the same impression. But I don’t think so. In life, fathers are so changeable and full of mystery. ． ． ． ． ． ．
Stubborn father
Born and raised in rural areas, the loess soil gave birth to his father’s stubborn character. I remember when I was young, my father said that raising cows could make money, so I discussed this with my mother, but my mother disagreed because the cost of cows was too high. If anything went wrong, I would lose everything. However, faced with these problems, my father had already thought about it. After careful consideration, the mother's concerns were blocked by the father's confident belief, and in the end, the mother gave in. I know that today, the family still mainly focuses on raising cattle, and the business is getting bigger and bigger, and the life is getting more and more prosperous. Whenever this matter is mentioned, my father will always say proudly: "Fortunately, I didn't let go at that time... "While talking, there will always be a knowing smile on his face.
A hard-working father
Growing up in poverty, he could only rely on contracted land to increase his meager income, but God did not let this poor family go. Every year there was either drought or drought. Floods have resulted in no harvests for three out of five years, making the already poor families even more miserable. My father was busy from morning to night every day. Sometimes he didn't have time to cook, so he had to eat some dry steamed buns and eat dry pickles. He couldn't sleep for five hours all day long, but my father didn't complain about it. Sometimes people asked, why bother? ? Even though his income was not high and he was exhausted, my father would always smile and say: "I am young and strong, so it doesn't matter if I put in a little effort." In my opinion, only that smile can make my father's tired and tired body relax a little. Last summer In order to allow the cattle to eat better grass all year round, my father decided to store the grass for fermentation. My father worked day and night, no matter it was scorching hot or the stars were shining, you could always see his tall back there. . Finally, with perseverance and faith in his heart, an ordinary but extraordinary pit was born, which was more than 10 meters long, 3 meters wide and 3 meters high. Who can know how much blood and sweat my father put behind this success? I don’t think anyone can understand the bitterness of it.
Whenever I see my father’s silver hair; whenever I see my father’s slightly hunched back, tears fill my eyes.
My father worked hard for us and this family, but he kept a calm face from beginning to end, without a single complaint...
A kind father
Maybe in In the eyes of others, my father is always so serious, but my father is an amiable person. Whenever I make a mistake, I am always worried that my father will hit me and scold me. However, my father will always stroke my little head and say, It doesn't matter if I was wrong this time, don't make the same mistake next time. As he said this, my father would naturally scratch my nose with his index finger, and then smile.
Look, in life, my father is so kind, stubborn, and hard-working. He uses his life's energy to change this family. He uses his life's energy to change this family. He cares for me in his special way and educates How should I behave in life
⑦ A composition of more than 300 words about me and my relatives
My grandpa
I have a good grandpa. Look, The one sitting on the chair smoking is my grandfather.
Grandpa is tall, slightly hunched, and very thin! The messy hair and melancholy eyes told me that grandpa was troubled again. Grandpa has so many wrinkles that I can’t even count them...
A few years ago, grandpa was hospitalized for surgery due to gastrointestinal problems. Looking at grandpa's face and body, grandpa kept stroking my and my cousin's heads, I didn't know why I cried. Grandpa also said to us very strongly: "I am very healthy, don't worry, I am fine." In this way, Grandpa's health gradually improved. But the good times didn't last long. Grandpa fell ill again. At that time, I already knew that the news was like a bolt from the blue.
I remember that in the bitterly cold winter, I suddenly had a fever. Grandpa didn’t care that I was tightly wrapped in clothes and ran to the hospital bravely. I still remember that the wind that day stabbed into Grandpa’s body like a needle, but Grandpa hugged me tightly. Grandpa In an instant, he rushed towards the enemy like a brave warrior... When he arrived at the hospital, the anxious grandpa handed over to Dr. Ke and he breathed a sigh of relief. At night, grandpa spent a long time coaxing me to sleep, and grandpa stayed up late...
My grandpa, you are so kind! You care about me everywhere in life and give me warm love. I will also love you deeply, my good grandpa.