1. Family love is the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, simple but eternal; family love is the flowing water of the Tigris River, gentle but long; family love is the sunset in Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; family love is beautiful. The inscriptions on the Sopotaya Plain are vague but meaningful. Family love, family love, family love... transcends time and space and weaves the beautiful rainbow of life.
It was late at night, and I was lying on the table writing furiously. The lights across the window were turned off one by one, and people fell asleep. I look at the homework in my hand, hey, only if I persist and persist will I be able to hand in the assignment! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back - it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a cup of thick milk. She said softly: "Daughter, it's almost 9 o'clock, and you are still doing your homework! Drink it quickly and do it." Go to bed early!" After saying that, my mother turned and went downstairs to do housework. The glass of milk was still steaming, and the warm aroma slowly flowed into my heart. This is family love, which always brings warmth to me when I need her most.
My father raised his palm, and that broad palm seemed to contain all the hope and anger. I closed my eyes, and a drop of tear fell from the corner of my eye----I knew it was my fault. , I shouldn't have contradicted my father like this. I looked at the eye-catching "69" score on the test paper in my hand... After a long time, I opened my eyes. There was no burning pain in my ears. I looked at my father in shock. The father was angry but couldn't bear to do anything. , from his eyes, I read disappointment and love. My father put down his hand helplessly and gently uttered these words: "Let's go upstairs!" I understand what my father means. He wants me to continue to work hard, to fight, to work hard, to take back what belongs to me. score. I don’t know why, but I burst into tears all of a sudden. That silent love and a heart full of hope are exactly the deepest and most sincere family affection!
I dragged my tired body downstairs and was about to wash my face when a scent of fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells so good! I searched for the source of the fragrance like a dream, but I saw my mother's frozen red hands outside the door holding my favorite - Xiaolong Baozi. When she saw me, she shouted happily: "Ah Lu, come and eat the buns!" She jumped out of the car and put the buns into my hands. It turns out that my mother went to buy steamed buns for me early in the morning. I took the bun, and a warm current surged into my heart. Family love is just like the fragrance of this bun, sweet but never inferior!
Family love is a trickling stream that brings sweet moisture to my heart; family love is a ray of soft sunshine that silently melts the frozen soul; family love is a quiet harbor. Let the fatigue of my long voyage disappear.
2. When you feel helpless, the comfort and encouragement you get when you return home is family love; when you are suffering from wind and rain outside, you get a bowl of hot food when you return home. The soup is family affection; when you work outside, and your relatives are waiting for you to come back, it is family affection; when you...
When I was a child, I lived with my grandmother. She had no education, but she knew what life was. Every morning when the rooster crows, my grandma will get up and prepare breakfast. When she sees that it is almost time, she will go to my bedside and wake me up. She is like an alarm clock, reminding me on time. Sitting down at the dining table, I will see a heated breakfast. While I was having breakfast, my grandma helped me pack my schoolbag. When I got off the table, she would hand the schoolbag to me. Before I walked out of the door, she would always help me put on my clothes. Finally, she would touch my little head and say to me with a smile: "Go to school!"
When I get home from school every day, I always finish my homework first, even though there are meals on the table that my grandma has already prepared. She is illiterate, but she always likes to look left and right when I am doing my homework. Before going to bed at night, she would make the bed smooth for me. Finally, after watching me fall asleep, she would turn out the lights before going to rest.
What she gave me was “the most perfect service.”
One day, the weather changed very quickly. Before I went out, my grandma’s life experience could not have predicted the weather. It was going to rain heavily, so I was not allowed to bring an umbrella. After school, I looked at the gloomy sky. The rain in front of me was like a big broken pearl. I stood under the eaves of the teaching building and felt very panic. I waited for a long time. All the other classmates had been taken away by their parents, and I was the only one left. I cried. Soon, I saw a staggering figure walking from the school gate not far away. When I got closer, I realized that the figure was my grandmother. She walked to me and shook her coat, and the rain fell from her clothes. Then she put the clothes in her hands on me, wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes, and said softly: "Let's go."
Grandma was very superstitious and often went to the temple to burn incense. Worship to Buddha. Every time I was about to take an exam, she would pray for God’s blessing for me. She also made offerings to the gods in her own home, and the Buddha statue was placed in her room. Once, I became curious about the Buddha statues, so I went to my grandma's room to see what was going on. Because the location of the Buddha statue was a bit high, I couldn't reach it, so I put a chair under my feet and stood up, but accidentally dropped the Buddha statue to the floor and broke it. Grandma didn't blame me when she came in, but I knew that it was what grandma respected the most.
Based in family affection, I received endless love and endless tolerance. Until now, everything I have experienced before still echoes in my ears. I know that it will last throughout my life.
Family love, what a warm note! What a warm word! Family love, you aroused my thoughts, so I began to call you softly, and I began to look for you quietly.
p>I found the small river, and the fish were playing together. I understand, family love, you are here. The fish told me that they have realized family love.
I found the baby birds under the tree, waiting for their mother to nurture them. Oh, family affection, so you are here. The birds told me that they have realized family affection.
I came to the woods, and the squirrel The babies are in their mother's arms. I understand, family love, so you are here. The squirrels told me that they have realized family love.
I returned home, and I returned to the warmth of my relatives. .Oh, I understand you, family affection, you are also around me!
So, I began to understand family affection and began to try to experience this warm word.
Oh, Family love, I experience you in the meals my mother prepares for me; I experience you in the instructions my father gives me; I also experience you in the warmth given to me by my relatives.
Oh, it turns out that family love is around us, in every corner of the earth.
Family love is like a cup of strong coffee, bitter in the mouth, sweet in the heart; family love is like a cup of fragrant tea, with aftertaste In the heart; family affection is like a fire in winter, warmth in the heart; family affection is more like a bottle of ice water in summer, condensing the scorching heat into two touching words-----warmth, and then it Engraved in our hearts.
It turns out that family love is so touching and touching. No wonder Du Fu wrote such a poem in "Spring View": The country is broken, the mountains and rivers are there, the city is full of spring vegetation. I feel the time. Flowers shed tears, and birds are frightened when they hate each other. The war rages for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand taels. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming.
How can an ordinary letter be worth ten thousand taels? Where's the gold? There's only one reason: it's filled with family ties.
Thus, I think of the handfuls of dirt that many Chinese people bring with them when they go abroad. What's in a handful of dirt? There's family ties.
< p>In life, we need to understand family affection and remember it. Because it will be our eternal and inexhaustible wealth!As the saying goes, family affection is like a cup of strong tea. People feel refreshed; family affection, drinking it makes people have endless aftertaste.
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3. My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.
I remember when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I was playing on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force, and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said I had to go to the hospital for stitches.
After the mother learned the news, she put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "super-light speed".
On the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor playing with a needle, and suddenly fear turned into countless tears and poured out of my eyes.
At this time, my mother ran into the ward, held my hand, and kept comforting me and said: "Don't be afraid, it will be okay! Mom is by your side, and I will always be with you!" I stopped crying and turned my head to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I discovered that my mother’s eyes were so big, so bright, and so charming. Gradually, I fell into sleep.
I only vaguely remember that I was lying on a warm, solid back. It was rocking gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.
When I woke up, I was already lying on a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a small spoonful of nectar into my mouth, and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her---my most beloved mother.
Although she asked me many questions, I did not answer them. I didn't want my voice to break the tranquility. I was thinking, if time can stop, please let it stop at this moment.
Outside the window, the stars are staring here with open eyes, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this cozy cabin. They were very quiet and didn't seem to want to break the silence.
Family love is like a piece of honey, giving you a sweet taste; family love is like a clear spring in the desert, which can help you when you are in trouble; family love is like a ship that carries you. Let you set off on a long voyage.
Family love is a clear sky that can never be covered by dark clouds!
Family love is a wonderful and incomparable power; family love is a topic that will never fade; family love is an old wine, sweet and mellow; it is a famous painting handed down from generation to generation, exquisite and timeless, and a classic song. An old song, soft and gentle; it is a piece of precious silk, delicate and smooth...
Family love is the feeling between relatives, it is care, it is mother's love, father's love, brotherhood, blood relationship, long-lasting love. A child's love for children...
4. Remember a blue umbrella. My vision has been tied to a blue umbrella for so long... That blue, As clear as the sky. On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to school to pick me up under a blue umbrella. The top of my head was blue, my shoulders were also covered in blue, and everything I saw was blue. rainless sky.
One rainy day at that time, I raised my head to talk to my mother, but I found that the half of the sky above my mother was a gloomy gray. The wind mixed the raindrops and fell into my mother's gray sky. My mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was also wet. It got wet, but I was still in a blue rainless sky. "Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied quietly, my sight fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom said firmly , "No, really not..." At that time, I grew up and no longer asked my mother to pick me up on rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year by year in the cabinet. I once thought I had forgotten it. . If it were a coincidence, it was another rainy day, and there was that blue umbrella again. Under the umbrella were my mother and me. I was almost as tall as my mother, holding the umbrella. My vision fell on the umbrella handle unconsciously, and that scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother was enveloped in a blue rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet. "The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," my mother said on the channel. "Mom, it's true that it's not crooked, no." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I saw bright water droplets streaking across my mother's cheek. The faded umbrella returned to the clear blue of the sky. The facts are clear. For so long, my mother has held up a rainless sky for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy sky. Even if Meng Jiao said that no one can say anything but a heart, and he will be rewarded with three springs. So my vision is tied to that blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp late at night every day. I am the one who travels to the tutoring place every weekend... All of this is because of the tilted blue umbrella. umbrella. That blue color is as clear as the sky, making me dare not move away from my sight, and I will never dare to move away.
5. Mother and Son
Family love is an eternal theme. It is this family affection that is thicker than water that accompanies us through every unforgettable day and composes our colorful life.
Peering through the window of history, I saw family love and the stories about the past, present and future.
More than a hundred years ago, thunderstorms, heavy rain, and raging winds rushed towards the boat carrying the child. The child and the mother on the shore cried heartbreakingly, but to no avail, and they were separated from each other. , while the wind was howling, it looked at this scene with a sneer, mocking the thin mother for not being able to change the fate of being separated from her flesh and blood. Not only did I see this century-old tragedy, but on the other side of the window, I also saw the longing for each other in the days when the flesh and blood were separated. The stars have passed and the years have passed, but the thousands of miles apart can never separate the thoughts of mother and son. Yes, family love can be diluted by distance and time! During the long night, fishing lanterns were lit on the fishing boats. Through the faint light, the son seemed to see his mother's thin figure as she watched with tears in her eyes. "Mother", my great mother, I must return to you! "Hope" made the son firmly believe that the darkness would one day be driven away by the bright sun. Finally, on a sunny morning, the small fishing boat sailed into the harbor where he was born and raised. The mother and son burst into tears and were extremely excited. At this time, history Watching quietly from the window, it felt proud, both for the mother and for the son. It remembers the joy and tears of that moment.
However, I found that my mother still had a trace of depression hidden under this joy. It turns out that my mother also has a son, and his name is Taiwan. Although Taiwan is only separated from my mother by a strait, he has never been able to fall into his mother's arms. There was helplessness in his eyes. On a dying tree next to the window of history, a little bird with injured wings cried out: "Mom, I want to go home, go home..." The cry of the little bird made everything that heard it feel heartbroken. Ah, I saw it. The mother of the injured bird flew to save its baby. The mother bird was very tired from flying to find the baby bird, but she did not stop at this moment, but was busy treating the bird's injury. Birds find food. Finally, the little bird's injuries were completely healed, and it flew with its mother in the air. Look around again: the old dead trees have sprouted new buds under the moisture of the rain.
The wind is clear, the clouds are calm, the sky is blue, and the grass is green. Because of family love, the world becomes wonderful; because of family love, mother and son will be reunited.