Love in my home composition 1
My family is very harmonious. My parents, grandparents love me very much, and I love them very much.
Once, I was sick, and the whole family took turns to come to the hospital to take care of me. However, when I got well, they were all exhausted. I can get up and play, but my mother is still lying in bed and weakly asks me, "Are you better, son?" "I'm fine!" I replied. I thought: My mother is tired of taking care of me, and now it's my turn to take care of her. Thinking of this, I immediately went downstairs and poured a cup of warm water for my mother. "Mom, drink more boiled water and drive away all the viruses." Pass her the cup with that. My mother reached for the cup and said with a smile, "Hey, my daughter knows how to take care of her mother. Thank you! " After dinner, my father asked me to take the medicine to my mother. I thought I was most afraid of bitter medicine, and my mother certainly didn't like it either. Then I put the medicine in a glass and let it melt. Then I put two spoonfuls of sugar in the kitchen and stirred it. The medicine and sugar melted together. I proudly took this homemade potion to my mother's bed and said, "Mom, take the medicine." My mother looked at me suspiciously: "Where's the medicine?" "No, it's all here." I raised my cup. Mom said, "Ah? Did you put it in the water? That's not to die. " "Don't worry, I promise not to suffer." I patted my chest and said. My mother drinks water in disbelief. After drinking, she smiled and said, "It turned out that my good daughter put the polysaccharide away for my mother. Really smart. Thank you. " Hearing this, my heart is as sweet as honey.
I love my mother, the family I love, and let love spread in my family forever.
Love in my home composition 2
Our house has always been deserted, and there is no sound at all. Mom and dad get up early and get greedy every day, and they can only meet at night, not to mention me. Love in this family is like boiled water, insipid and tasteless.
But once let me know that boiled water will also have warm ripples.
I remember my mother was ill and bedridden. Her rosy face seems to have been waxed and turned yellow. Dad took a day off to take care of his mother at home, and I naturally had a rest on Sunday.
"Daughter, accompany me to the toilet." Suddenly, my mother's voice came, and my father heard it, reaching out and holding me together. But dad and I contact in different ways. I reached out to pull. Dad bent down to help. Mom, paused for a moment, then chose dad's hand without hesitation and smiled at each other. She leaned against her father and went out trembling. At this moment, boiled water is like the crystallization of a cup of love, which contains short stories accompanied by acquaintances, making the originally insipid water sweet! Mom and dad's love is so natural, so simple, so pure! Where can this be compared with the vigorous bubble love in idol dramas?
Although the boiled water looks inconspicuous and tastes good, it has a long water flow and will be more delicate and moist under some special circumstances. After this incident, I have a soft spot for boiled water. It may not attract attention, but it will make people feel more secure.
Love in my home composition 3
Love can be a sea of stars, a blue sea and a blue sky, or a trivial matter.
Mom's love is everywhere.
It's cloudy and raining cats and dogs. I walked home with a terrible test paper. At home, at? Still not going in? Just as I was hesitating, the door suddenly opened. My mother stood in front of me as if she had guessed my thoughts. She didn't say anything, but looked at me with gentle eyes. Suddenly, my mother held me in her arms and I cried like a child. At this moment, I deeply felt my mother's love.
Grandma's love is unique.
"Grandma, I'm back." "Come back! Hungry? I'll cook fried rice with eggs for you. " I saw grandma put down her work and walked slowly to the kitchen. Soon, fried rice with eggs was placed in front of me. For me, this is not only a bowl of fried rice with eggs, but also grandma's love for me.
Dad's love makes me happy.
"If only this word were wider." Dad is practicing calligraphy with me again. Whenever I write something that looks terrible, my father always patiently tells me how to write it. This is fatherly love.
Love is everywhere. It can be a simple reminder, a gentle look, or a comforting word.