Words, Sentences and Paragraphs Describing Affection
Joyfulness, leaping, spirit, pleasantries, respect, smiling, blending, loving
Straightforwardness, consolation, comfort, spreading joy, straightness, openness, openness, communication
Affluent, rich, comfort, prayer, joy, joyfulness, cheerfulness, temper, cool, openness, amity, communication
Enjoying, relieving, gladdening, dispersed, open, amicable
Affluent, modest, blessing, open, comfortable, happy, adequate, modest, and happy. p>
Amplexity Modesty Prayer Enlightenment Comfort Happiness Adequacy Modesty
Happy Happiness Exultation Trying to be as polite as possible Clientele Casual Pleasure Joyfulness Joyfulness Sweetness Surprise Exuberance Euphoria Thankfulness Admiration
Smiling Smoothly Meltingly Tenderness Compassionate Cosmopolitanism Casual Pleasure Pleasantness Caring
Cheerfulness Harmoniousness. Dawai excited, smiling, angered, loving, laughing
Lovely, compassionate, angry, easy-going, beautiful, reunited, considerate, cheerful
Enthusiasm, haughtiness, congratulations, excitement, smiles, warmth, satisfaction
Lovely, charitable, cheerful, manipulative, harmonious, reunited, meticulous, pleasant
Respectful, glad, stimulating, sweet, glowing, warm, full of love, loving,
Tears of joy, joyful, happy, happy, happy, and happy, and raising a glass of wine and a cup of wine.
Housewarming is a joyous occasion, simple and elegant, calm and peaceful,
Not ashamed to ask, pots and pans, the same boat ****, one and one, the country is prosperous and people are safe
Kissing and kissing, the mountain of food, congratulations frequently
★The window, a beam of sunshine, warmly reflecting on the letter, gently kissed the tears dry on my face. Oh, is it the smiling, expectant, caring and loving eyes of my parents?
★No matter how many sets of melody in my family's music, it can't be separated from a theme of love, and I am the most lively and relaxed bah in this theme.
★Mom scooped up a spoonful of soup, put it to her mouth and blew on it, and then pursed her mouth again, and it was indeed not hot, before she carefully fed it to Grandma.
★The couple was as harmonious as the blue sky and the white clouds, the grassland and the lake so compatible, the swallows and the spring breeze so attached.
★Grandma wore old-fashioned glasses and chattered purple, pinned my buttons for me, and casually gave me a few not-so-gentle pats on my little bottom.
★Mom walked gingerly over to Dad and draped her coat over his, then returned to the couch and picked up her English textbook again.
★The table was full of dishes, surrounded by smiling faces, clinking glasses, laughter, and well wishes woven into a harmonious symphony of birthday wishes.
★Mom and Dad say they are two bees that brew the honey of life, and I am a packet of spices that mixes the honey of life with sound and flavor.
★Wearied, I ambled off to sleep on the counter, Mom lovingly wiped away my sweat with a wet towel, and Dad gently carried me to bed.
★★Upside down with small feet, crutches, grandmother, quietly put a few eggs in my bag, that is saved for many days to change the salt daughter, when grandma can look at you back on the good ......"
★The car is about to leave, when I said goodbye to my father, I saw the pair of speechless staring eyes, it is talking about endless hope and expectation, my tears flowed out ......
★Taking advantage of the rest of the moment, my father always put his arm around me and kiss a mouth. He is really strong, haven't seen him hard, the thick arm has wrapped me into the arms, hard hawthorn good solid people.
★Mother timidly stretched out a thin hand, gently for me to wipe away the teardrops in the corner of my eyes, my tears but once again rushed out, I choked and softly shouted: "Mom ----
★Moon soluble, the breeze flicked, I snuggled up to my mother, my mother with the wrinkled hands, gently caressing my arms, cheeks, I was surrounded by a warm and unmatched love of motherhood spring sunshine. I was bathed in the warmth of my mother's love.
★My father was silent, but he looked at me with a very kind gaze. Through my father's gaze, I tried to grasp a point of sentiment - my father's full-blooded true feelings. My tears suddenly dimmed my father's figure.
★"Really, because dad believes in you." Dad replied as he wiped the teardrops off my face. "Oh, hooray for Daddy!" I broke into tears and threw my arms around my dad's neck, cheering loudly.
★Grandma let go of me and slowly pulled out a red paper bag from her arms and shoved it into my hand, wanting to say something, but after opening and closing her lips a few times, nothing came out. I held on to my grandmother's dry hand, looked at the face of the old tears, and then a twist of the head on the soon to be opened car.
★Or my sister was smart, she brought a fruit knife, split the big apple in two, and I also split the small apple in two, at the same time, my sister and I took the big apple, respectively, passed to the hands of Mom and Dad, and picked up half a piece of the small apple and ate it.
★Every Sunday, I look forward to my father coming, even if he doesn't say anything, as long as we can sit silently relative to each other for a while, and take a look at my father who is aging, I will feel warm in my heart.
★Until that day, I put on my backpack and said goodbye to the hut filled with the fragrance of rice, and said goodbye to my grandmother, who wept under the old acacia tree at the entrance of the village. The schoolbag was heavy, filled with my grandmother's thoughts and advice.
★When dad is going out of the house,(www.aiyangedu.com) mom always has to straighten dad's collar, or rub dad's leather shoes with a swipe brush, and sometimes pulls dad down and applies some snow cream to his face when he's not ready.
★While I'm in dreamland, I can hear my mom's rapid footsteps walking back and forth in a daze, which sometimes echoed in my dreams and sometimes woke me up, and my mom used her powerful footsteps to ring the morning bell of a new and fulfilling day for our family.
★While four years have passed since the incident, every time I think of this experience, it is vivid in my mind, as if it happened yesterday. Mom, without you, I can't imagine if I could have escaped that time. I don't know what words to use to show my gratitude, except to say, "Thank you, Mom."
★The past is like a song, mother's love is like a song, blossoms and falls several times in the fall. The grass green schoolbag has long been bleached white by the years, just like the mother's hair. But in my heart, my mother's thick twisted braid is black and shiny, shaking and shaking, just like my mother when I was young.
★In my field of vision, the face engraved with deep wrinkles of the old teacher and struggling to carry his 80-year-old mother home from the hospital, the old mother, like snow-like color hair in the evening wind like smoke floating, the setting sun behind them, fondly caressing their backs ......
★I understand that the 100 yuan is never ordinary 100 yuan, it cohesion of the grandfather how many days and nights of hard work, cohesion of the grandfather of the grandchildren how many expectations! I hold this heavy money, in my heart to grandpa said my good grandpa, I will not let you down!". .
◎Sleeping with my mom is so cozy and peaceful. In winter, I snuggled in the warmth of my mom's arms, she wrapped her arms around me, covered my little hands and feet, and often tucked in for the restless me. In summer, my mom shook the fan for me to keep me cool and drive away the mosquitoes. The most delightful thing for me is to lie in bed with my mom before going to sleep, and whisper to her about some secrets in my study and life.
◎On my way to the hospital to pick up my dad, a familiar song lingered in my ears: "Dad's figure, ah, like a question mark, how many years have been putting what to look for. Tired of bending the waist, bowed into a small bridge, carrying children towards the bright future ......" Along with this deep voice, but clearly in front of the eyes there is a rafter pen, is penning, wrote down my motto - to make my father happy. Yes, that's where it all started...?
Every Sunday, when I came home from school, my mom always peeled the dumplings just out of the pot, put the sugar, and brought them to me, so that I could eat them with a big bite. At this time, my mother always stood serenely on the side, looking at me with unblinking eyes. That look is undoubtedly saying: as long as the daughter to eat well is the biggest comfort of the mother. Whenever you go back to school, mom always desperately to my satchel stuffed rice dumplings, because the back of the rice dumplings, often tired me sweaty.
◎Grandma loves us very much. My brother and I especially like to go to grandma's house to play. Because there, we can play as much as we want, playful. At night my brother always likes to burrow under the dining table to sleep, dad raised his slap, but grandma blocked it, and handed my brother a thick blanket baby, have a good dream!" Grandma also said that we should try to make as many good memories for children as possible, of course, to grandma's approach my brother and I are strongly supportive.
◎The next day, I opened my eyes to see my mom's thin face, her hair was messy, dark circles under her eyes, and her whole body was even more haggard than before. Mom saw that I woke up, happy as a child called up Hikari! You woke up! It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up ......, "Mom, last night you? "..." "Hiki-chan, other than that, your surgery was successful, you need to rest now. The doctor said you'll be able to go to school soon." Under my mom's careful care, I quickly regained my health and went back to school.
◎I remember my grandfather's rosin-colored pipe, and how the sparks lit up every time he told a story, making me incredibly happy. I also remember that there was a square in front of the door, whenever the stage was set up to sing opera, I always rode on Grandpa's shoulders to see the fun, can not understand anything, but the excitement of the wow, and from time to time in Grandpa's shaved head to beat a few "drums", and Grandpa is used to seeing this as a great joy. I still remember my grandfather's warm voice, warm eyes, warm bosom, gave me how much love ...... ◎ When I play tired, my father strides over, hands picked me up, kissed me intimately, with a hard beard stings me, itchy zhang people. At this point, I would meekly snuggle into my father's arms and pout Dad, what is that?" "It's the mountains." "What's on the other side of the mountains?" "The sky." "And what's below the sky?" "Mountains again." "Is it big?" "Big." ...... I curled up with both hands and covered my mouth tootling up in my father's rough and mellow voice to the geese that were crying out overhead, "Big - miles -"
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The sky is the same as the mountains, and the sky is the same as the mountains. The grandmother smiled and said, "What a good boy!" After saying that, she closed her eyes and hummed a little tune comfortably. I according to the order from top to bottom, section by section to her vertebrae, so that the blood behind the smooth, and then whack the sciatic bone and vertebrae connection, so that the bones get loose. A moment later, Grandma opened her eyes and said: "Okay, the waist does not hurt at all. My little boy is really like a masseuse!" I heard that and smiled happily.
◎She sat on the green stone slab, two sinewy' arms supported on her legs, her hands red and purple, a lock of hair mixed with silver threads hanging in front of her eyes. "Ah!" As if I had just woken up from a dream, I took three steps to my mom's side, snatched the brush out of her hand, and a feeling of guilt came over me. Only to see mom looked up, smiled at me and said you eat go, don't be late." "Mom ......" tears have blurred my eyes.
◎Another car came, get off the people especially, I stood on tiptoe, eyes in the front door, the middle door, the back door and keep taking turns to scan. Suddenly, I found in the middle of the door is about to get off the mother, I hurriedly called out to the mother, greeted up, handed her rain shoes, give her an umbrella. Seeing that I was soaked to the skin, my mom touched my rain-stained face and said painfully, "Ya-ya, are you cold?" "No, not cold at all." I said in high spirits.
The sound of the rain sounded like a beautiful piece of music.
Today is Grandpa's birthday. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. When it was time to eat the cake, Grandpa cut it into eighteen pieces with a smile on his face, and each person who received the cake had to say a congratulatory message. The first uncle said "I wish you good health and a happy birthday!" Cousin said is to wish grandpa all the best, live a long life!" ...... When it was my turn, I remembered a couplet I had seen on someone else's door, so I said aloud, "I wish Grandpa good fortune as long as the East China Sea and longevity as long as the pines of Nanshan Mountain!" Everyone praised me for saying it well. I received the cake and smiled from ear to ear.
Look, it's another clear morning. The sun has just appeared on the horizon, my family played a large symphony: the sound of brushing teeth, washbasin collision and a burst of "clattering" sound of running water, written into a happy melody. Near the end of the piece, mom "sang" an old line: "Open - breakfast - hello!" Everyone scrambles to the table and waits for the delicious food. Whenever I was eager to "grab" the delicious breakfast first, my mom would give me a "scratch my nose", and then the whole family laughed out loud.
On one occasion, I noticed that my father's jacket had lost a button. I thought, Dad is busy working all day long, come home also have to be busy for me this and that, a lot of girls like me, will help mom and dad to do a lot of things, I can do something about it? So I found a needle and thread, with a foot on the corner of the blouse, with two fists to clamp the buttons pressed on the clothes, with the mouth to bite the needle, needle by needle sewing, sewing more than half an hour, and finally put the buttons embellished. Dad came back from work, saw the good buttons and my hands were stabbed bleeding, heartbroken, put me in my arms, face with a smile of relief. I said to dad dad, can't always let you worry about me, I have to help you do something."
Six people surrounded the small table, and my father and mother were serving us with four arms from time to time as they pinched us with food and added soup a while later. Although we shouted in the oldest voice "we can do it ourselves", our parents' eyes are much faster than our mouths, this mouth just to the mouth, the chopsticks fell into the bowl; this mouthful of rice has not yet swallowed, that a spoon poured in again. Father looked at us devouring, waving chopsticks like flying greedy phase, smilingly said: "students are hungry, I went to school, when ten years of students, I know. When I came back from school, head into the bread basket to eat, with a hungry tiger like, eat, eat it!"
Remember one morning in summer, the rain was coming down. I said brother, so heavy rain do not go to school!" And my brother, while taking the umbrella, said this little rain scared you, quickly, come up!" Saying that, he squatted down and waited to carry me. I hesitantly said, "Brother, don't carry me." Brother laughed and said, "You're still afraid I won't be able to carry you?" I laughed and obediently crouched on my brother's sturdy back. The rain hit the ground, splashing up countless small blisters. I held up my umbrella and crouched tightly on my brother's back, as he swayed in the wind and rain, walking forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and he said, "Put your umbrella back, or you'll get your back wet." At that moment, I saw my brother drenched through the corner of his pants, so I secretly moved my umbrella forward. Although the rain soaked my clothes, my heart was hot. Ah! How good my brother is!