『一』A family story that moved me 600
He is a child who has just turned ten years old, and he is a person who has shouldered the burden of the family since he was six years old. He is Zhang Meng, a child living in a dilapidated old house in Shilang Village, Chongqing.
Zhang Meng's father, Zhang Guihai, was a man who had won a grand prize in martial arts competitions, but was dropped from his job while working. The stone below injured his lumbar spine, and he has been paralyzed in bed for many years now, without even the ability to take care of himself.
In the next two years or so, the God of Death took away Zhang Meng’s grandfather and his wife one after another. Grandma, mother went out to work, and there was no news from Zhang Meng. From that day on, six-year-old Zhang Meng began to take on the heavy responsibility of taking care of his father by himself, and began to shoulder the responsibility with strength. The burden on the family.
With no one to cook, six-year-old Zhang Meng said to his father: I can cook. At that time, he was shorter than the stove, but he stepped on the small stool, added water, and He lit the fire and started cooking. The first time he cooked was a bowl of noodles. Because he put too little water and too much noodles, the noodles became mushy. But when Dad ate the bowl of batter, tears filled his eyes!
There was no one to carry water, so six-year-old Zhang Meng said to his father: I will carry water. There was no water at home at that time. To drink water, he had to go down the steep stone steps to a four or five-meter deep pit. He went to pick up water from the large reservoir. Six-year-old Zhang Meng's thin shoulders could not carry two buckets of water, so he could only use a blue bucket to carry it. The pool was very deep, so little Zhang Meng had to walk carefully. The only way to get water is at the step closest to the pool. The road was long and slippery, but Zhang Meng never complained and got through it no matter how difficult it was. Every time my father thought of these difficult days, he was always distressed and speechless. But Zhang Meng said: This little hardship is nothing!
What should Zhang Meng do if he has no one to take care of his father? The young Zhang Meng asked the school to grant him a request, that is: be late for a while every day. Let’s leave early. Later, while other classmates were still sleeping soundly, Zhang Meng got up early, cooked breakfast, dressed his father, watched his father finish breakfast, then picked up his schoolbag and went to school. Run.
In the afternoon, Zhang Meng had already put on his schoolbag and ran home. Because his father, who was paralyzed in bed, had only eaten breakfast, he wanted his father to have dinner earlier.
Every night, other classmates have already gone to bed, and Zhang Meng has to help his father go to bed and do nursing care. It is very late before he opens his homework book and completes the day's homework. Even though he is so busy, he never stops. , but he never failed in his homework. He has always been a role model in the eyes of teachers and classmates!
When I finished reading this article, I was moved to tears. A six-year-old A little boy, living in such a poor family, has to shoulder unimaginable difficulties. Think about myself. Since I was a child, I have been able to stretch out my hands for clothes and open my mouth for food. My parents have loved me in every possible way, but I have given up halfway when I encounter a little difficulty in my homework. This is How can the difficulties be compared with the difficulties he encountered?
I am ashamed of myself.
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p>『二』An essay about my family’s touching story
Home is a place that everyone deserves to rely on. When I was young, my mother often sang softly, "Dad is a boat, mother is a boat." The song "It's a sail, carrying Wenwen, forming a happy family" coaxes me into a sweet dreamland. Whenever I recall my mother singing this song when I was young, I can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia for home. .
Speaking of my home, happy things happen from time to time. Although a sparrow is small and well-equipped with all five internal organs, it is not like that in my family. Although there are only three people in my family, all the officials, big and small, are well organized. My father is the president of the United Nations, and my mother and I are representatives of the permanent members of the Security Council. We discuss family matters together. I take turns being the on-duty student of the family. What I’m most happy about is that on the day when it’s my turn to be on duty, I can exercise my rights as an adult and control the family’s expenses for the day and buy a lot of things I like to eat. Although peace prevails in my family, local wars do occasionally occur. . I remember one time my mother came home from get off work and took a big bag of stuff. She mopped the floor as soon as she got home. Just because my mother is an impatient person, she does things very quickly. If she sees you dawdling there, he will definitely kick you. After a while, his father came back. As soon as he got home, he pretended to be the President of the United Nations and asked his mother to cook delicious food for him. Now his mother began to rebel and started arguing with his father. His father refused to accept it and moved out "The Male Protagonist" I had a quarrel with my mother about the argument that "women dominate the outside world and the inside is the home", but my mother did not show weakness and gave examples of "Indonesia and Malaysia have women as presidents, and they govern the country's men and women, both internally and externally, in a submissive manner." I came to refute my father's fallacies. Just when they were red-faced and inextricable, I stepped in to put out the fire and mediate, so that the two sides stopped fighting.
『三』A 300-word essay on touching things in my family
There are thousands of touching stories in the world, but the story that made me sad and shed tears made me sad. I always remember it.
It was one night, a kind mother in a family was washing the feet of her 6-year-old son Xiaoyu, telling the story of the little duck while washing the feet.
After washing her son’s feet, the mother dragged her tired body to get another basin of foot-washing water and went to wash grandma’s feet.
Xiaoyu happened to see this scene. He thought that she must not have washed my mother’s and grandma’s feet when she was washing them. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.
When her mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found that Xiaoyu was missing. At this time, her mother turned around and found that Xiaoyu was walking towards her with trembling hands carrying a heavy amount of foot washing water.
Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom, wash your feet." Her mother smiled happily after hearing this.
While washing her mother's feet, Xiaoyu said: "Mom, I will also tell you the story of the little duck."
Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu's love for her mother. A feeling of caring
『四』 Write an article about family growth story, about 600 words with the theme of "I love my family"
I have a warm and happy home, in this home , everywhere is full of love and full of joy. Dad's humor and mother's kindness make our family warmer.
First, let me introduce my home. My home is a suite with an area of ??145 square meters. Although the sparrow is small and well-equipped, such a small venue cannot stop our family's passion for sports. Let’s talk about the guest room closest to the waterscape park first. This is my sports world. My mini basketball is here. The small basketball stand is hung on the wall. Every day I will use Kobe’s three-point ball to shoot with my dad here. Contest. Let’s look at the living room again. The 30 square meters living room can be used as two sports venues. After some modifications by my father, the coffee table was transformed into an out-and-out ping pong table. After dinner, our family would always "kill" each other on the coffee table. The living room can also be used as a tennis court. Whenever it rains, my mother and I will smash a set. At this time, the home is always full of laughter and laughter.
Although there is laughter and laughter, "earthquakes" will inevitably occur. Generally, the origin of "earthquakes" comes from me, and the "earthquake center" comes from my mother. As long as I make a mistake, an "earthquake" will basically happen. Dad is a key figure at this time. Sometimes, he will turn into a "typhoon" to help. Occasionally he will turn into a spring breeze to caress me. But as long as we, father and son, do things that make my mother unhappy, a "major earthquake" is inevitable. I remember one time, I failed in an exam because of my carelessness, and an "earthquake" immediately hit my home. "You can't help it if you don't know how to do it, but how could you miss the question!" My mother's anger made me frightened. At this time, my father immediately joined the "Earthquake Disaster Relief" "How can you miss questions? You actually imitated me. I thought I always missed two questions in the exam, but you only missed one question?" Dad's humor relieved my mother's anger. He also taught me to be serious and attentive. Now, as I behave, the "aftershocks" continue to weaken. My mother also kept praising me, which made me so happy. You may be thinking, is this called happiness? But I feel that having parents’ love makes me really happy!
This is my home, a perfect home, a warm home. I really want to say: I love my family!
"Wu" Write a 600-word essay with the title "My Family's Family Story". It should be novel and not too cliche. Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Thank you
My family’s family story. I don’t know when, that touching portrait appeared in front of me again. Look! Under the light eyebrows, a pair of drunken eyes sunk deeply into the eye sockets, full of kindness and kindness; the injured feet were tightly wrapped with gauze, and suddenly, the past events were as vivid as a movie...< /p>
As soon as the final exam ended, I dragged my parents to visit my grandma. As soon as I entered the door, grandma came to me with staggering steps and said with a smile: "Xiao Ni, it's rare to come here today. Grandma will cook you some of your favorite dishes." I think grandma is already over seventy. I'm old, my waist and feet are not good, so it's better to be light and ordinary. I was about to say that grandma had already walked into the kitchen.
She slowly picked up the pot. In my opinion, the pot was no longer the original one. It seemed that there were several heavy and transparent stones on it, which made grandma so strenuous.
Sitting on the sofa in the back room, looking at grandma who was busy in the kitchen, I felt nervous and couldn't help but walk into the kitchen.
Suddenly, a burst of hot air hit my face. I was already sweating just sitting in these dog days, let alone in the kitchen? The sweltering heat was like a big steamer, making people breathless.
Grandma turned around and said, "Xiao Ni, let's go out. It's very hot here." I looked up at grandma's old face, and there were a lot of sweat beads on her white shirt. Already soaked with sweat. I had no choice but to exit the kitchen and look at my grandma through the glass. I couldn't explain how I felt.
Suddenly I heard a "bang" and walked into the kitchen. I saw my grandma slipping to the floor. I was shocked and immediately helped her up, but she said: "It's okay. I accidentally slipped." Wrestling..." Just like that, grandma's foot was injured. Maybe in the eyes of others, wrestling is insignificant, but in my eyes, wrestling was a major blow to my grandma!
After a while, grandma finally came out with a plate of vegetables. As I was eating, grandma asked: "Is it delicious?" I kept saying: "Delicious, delicious." ..." Actually, I can't taste the food. I just hope to eat it quickly so that grandma can feel better.
I have never shown this portrait to my grandma, maybe because I think it is not good, but this is a portrait drawn with my heart as my pen and my feelings as my lines. Ah, I look into your eyes again, how kind and how charming!
"Lu" The most touching story in my family composition Five Crosses
Touching stories in my family
There are thousands of touching stories in the world, but let me The sad and tearful story remains fresh in my memory.
It was one night, a kind mother in a family was washing the feet of her 6-year-old son Xiaoyu, telling the story of the little duck while washing the feet.
After washing her son’s feet, the mother dragged her tired body to get another basin of foot-washing water and went to wash grandma’s feet.
Xiaoyu happened to see this scene. He thought that she must not have washed my mother’s and grandma’s feet when she was washing them. Thinking of this, he took a basin and walked towards the bathroom.
When her mother returned to Xiaoyu's room, she found that Xiaoyu was missing. At this time, her mother turned around and found that Xiaoyu was walking towards her with trembling hands carrying a heavy amount of foot washing water.
Xiaoyu walked up to her mother and said, "Mom, wash your feet." Her mother smiled happily after hearing this.
While washing her mother's feet, Xiaoyu said: "Mom, I will also tell you the story of the little duck."
Although this story is insignificant, it expresses Xiaoyu's love for her mother. A feeling of concern!
『撒』Write a touching essay about how my family and I care about me
My grandpa has always been in poor health, so I have lived in my grandma’s house since I was a child. When I was 7 years old, because of my mother's work, I returned home - a completely strange home. My grandfather had a bad temper, and my mother tolerated everything, but she never saw a smile on his face, as if he was truly the patriarch of the family. He stipulated that meals must be served before six o'clock every night. Once, my mother started dinner late because she was cooking fish, so my grandpa sat on the chair without saying a word. The slightly fat body is like a big rusty kettle, which can boil as soon as it is heated. I didn't dare to get close, fearing that it would explode. It seemed that as soon as the gate-like mouth was opened, angry words would flow out like a tide.
So, I followed the rules every day and didn't dare to make the slightest mistake. One day, I missed my shift by car, and it was already half past six when I got home. I hesitated, never dared to go in, and lingered in front of my house. Grandpa dragged his sick body to open the door and looked around, and found me at the door. I turned around and wanted to run away, but before I could, I felt my shoulders loosen and my schoolbag had been taken off. Could it be that he was going to hit me? I didn't dare to think about it, but grandpa just patted my head and took me in. "Are you hungry?" Seeing me nodding, he kept adding vegetables to my bowl.
As my studies intensified, I came home later and later, and that rule gradually became in name only. However, my grandpa would still sit on the Taishi chair, shaking his kettle-like head back and forth. His body was waiting for my mother and I to come back for dinner.
Day after day, year after year, finally one day the figure on the Taishi chair disappeared... But my mother would still prepare dinner before six o'clock, and then wait for me to come home.
The four words "I love my family" sound very ordinary, but these ordinary four words contain very strong love. Parents' love is honey, always warm and sweet; parents' love is flowers, always blooming in happy places; parents' love is a big tree, always green and leafy; parents' love is the sea, always broad and deep.
Whenever night falls, I seem to hear his roar again in my ears, and a grumpy and stubborn grandpa appears in front of me smiling. I know that there is a sentence that he has buried deeply in his heart and has never been able to say it out of his gate-like mouth: "Child, I love you!"
"8" The touching story of my family in the fourth grade composition
Some things are forgotten as time goes by, and some things cannot be forgotten no matter how time passes. That was something that happened in school last summer, but it still remains fresh in my memory and is still moving.
Whenever it rains, I will think of my dear grandfather and the thing that touched me the most.
That day was Friday, I don’t know who
provoked
Oh my god, the sky outside the window suddenly became dark,
It started to rain It started to drizzle. But who would have expected that as soon as school ended at noon, the drizzle gradually turned into a downpour. My mood, like the sky, became much darker.
what to do? what to do? I didn't bring an umbrella
I didn't tell my family to pick me up. Looking at the sky, the rain will not stop for a while. My parents are still working,
My grandparents are not in good health, and I don’t have any money. I feel really bad.
I was really envious as I watched my classmates walk out of school one by one. At this moment, a
kind and
kind
voice came into my ears
“
< p> Jiang Meng!"
I looked back,
"
Grandpa! ”
I
cried out excitedly
,
I saw grandpa riding a bicycle and wearing a black raincoat, but This little raincoat couldn't stop the strings of raindrops. I covered my head with my schoolbag and ran towards Grandpa. Grandpa quickly opened the umbrella and handed it to me. I
I found that the seat was wrapped in a plastic bag by my grandfather. He said he was afraid that the seat would get wet on the road. I was very moved.
"
Come on
Sit down!
"
Grandpa said.
“
No need, I have an umbrella anyway, I can go back by myself, just don’t take it with you
I’m riding a bike, the road is so slippery .
”
Grandpa is already old, and it may be dangerous for him to ride a bicycle, let alone
take me to ride in the rain. Grandpa hurriedly said:
"
It's okay, I'm not worried about you going back on a rainy day. Let's go quickly
The rain will get heavier soon!
”
I had no choice but to agree.
Grandpa was very careful with every step he took. The wind became stronger and stronger, and my umbrella was blown over several times. Grandpa
He simply put my umbrella away. Put his raincoat on my body. Big raindrops hit Grandpa
Grandpa's body and face. I insisted on returning the raincoat to Grandpa, but failed.
Finally arrived home. Grandpa’s whole body was covered with water. Grandma quickly brought me a towel and asked me what was going on.
Grandpa quickly interrupted and said:
“
It’s okay. The umbrella broke on the way. I gave her my raincoat, so she got wet. I’m going to take a shower
>
This incident is something I will never forget, and it also made me know how much my grandpa loves me, and how much I love my grandpa.
I am proud to have such a grandpa, proud!
"Nine" The fifth composition in the second volume of the fourth grade of elementary school is "Telling the Story of My Family". Write about the most touching thing in your family.
There was a little girl who was born aphasic. Her father died when she was very young. She and her mother depend on each other. My mother goes out to work very early every day and comes back very late. Every sunset, the little girl starts to stand at the door of her house, looking expectantly at the road in front of the door, waiting for her mother to come home. When her mother comes back, it is the happiest moment of her day, because her mother brings her a piece of rice cake home every day. In their poor family, a small piece of rice cake is a supreme delicacy.
One day, it was raining heavily and it was already past dinner time, but my mother hadn’t come back yet. The little girl stood at the door of her house and looked and looked, but she couldn't wait for her mother. The sky was getting darker and darker, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. The little girl decided to follow the way her mother came back every day to find her mother. She walked and walked, and finally saw her mother lying on the ground on the roadside. She shook her mother's body vigorously, but her mother did not answer her. She thought her mother was too tired and fell asleep. He put his mother's head on his lap, hoping to make her sleep more comfortable. But then she discovered that her mother's eyes were not closed! The little girl suddenly understood: Mom may be dead! She felt scared, took her mother's hand and shook it hard, but found that her mother was still holding a piece of rice cake tightly in her hand... She cried desperately, but couldn't make a sound...
Rain The little girl kept crying for an unknown amount of time. She knew her mother would never wake up again, and now she was alone. Why don't mom's eyes close? Is it because she doesn't trust her? She suddenly understood what she should do.
So she wiped away her tears and decided to use her own language to tell her mother that she would live well and let her go with peace of mind...
The little girl sang the song "Thanksgiving" in sign language over and over again in the rain. "Heart", tears and rain mixed together, sliding down her small but strong face... "Grateful heart, thank you for being with me throughout my life, giving me the courage to be myself... Grateful heart , thank fate, I will cherish the flowers when they bloom and fall..." She stood in the rain and kept doing it until her mother's eyes finally closed...
Yes, life is like this. We should be grateful to our parents for giving us this life, allowing us to come to this world and live once; thank our teachers for teaching us knowledge and making us useful people; thank our friends for giving us friendship, Let us no longer be alone in the journey of life; thank the ups and downs, let us become strong after failure; thank the enemy, let us constantly improve ourselves and keep moving forward...