Affection topic composition 1 What is affection? let me think. Is it the hand that helped me up when I fell? Is this my birthday cake? When it rains after school, will you pick me up with an umbrella? What's the smell of affection? let me think.
When I did well in the exam, my mother gently stroked my head with her hand and showed a sweet smile on her face. At this time, the taste of affection is sweet. I broke a delicate glass teacup, and my mother came back and asked me, I said it was the little flower dog at home. At this time, my mother's worry about lying to me became sour. I'm in grade three now, and I have more and more homework every day. My mother asked me to do my homework and play for a while. My mother is ambivalent and worried about my study. At this time, the taste of affection is bitter.
What color is affection? let me think.
While I was doing my homework, I met my mother with questions that I couldn't answer. My mother always told me patiently that all the problems were finally overcome by us. At this time, the color of feelings is red. My mother came to see me when I slipped into the yard to play. I always play hide-and-seek with her when I am naughty. My mother was very angry and criticized me after taking me home. At this time, the color of feelings is gray. I'm hungry, so my mother quickly cooks instant noodles for me. At this time, the color of the family is orange. When I want to go to the park, my mother will take me there, teach me about flowers and observe insects. At this time, the color of the family is green.
It turns out that family ties are tangible, visible, bittersweet and colorful. She can make you escape from the quagmire of setbacks and find happiness from the abyss of pain. I want to cherish this great emotion-affection.
Family topic composition 2 reading materials, writing as required:
Family friendship, as the name implies, is the kindness of relatives, the feelings and friendship of friends. As social people, people first and often contact with their biological parents, brothers and sisters; Entering school and society, there are classmates and colleagues who get along with each other day and night. It is the family friendship that blood is thicker than water that constitutes our colorful life and maintains the survival and development of this society.
In this regard, you must have a lot of personal feelings, touching stories, as well as many profound experiences and unique insights.
Please write an article on the topic of "family friendship".
Note: 1, you can tell stories, express feelings, express opinions and talk about experiences. As long as the content is within the scope of "family friendship", it meets the requirements. 2. The topic is self-made. 3. Write your true feelings, not plagiarism. 4. Style is optional. 5, not less than 700 words.
[On-site examination] Because of its openness, the topic composition often makes many candidates mistakenly think that the examination is not important. This idea is unacceptable. You know, the writing scope of the topic composition is limited no matter how big it is. In this topic, the big scope is "family friendship". At this time, we should think about what family ties include and what friendship includes. Several writing angles are given in the material tips. Stylistic choice means that you can write any style, but you should also pay attention to highlighting stylistic features no matter what style you write. Narrative should highlight the beginning, development, climax and ending of the story, argumentation should highlight arguments, arguments and arguments, and prose should highlight "gathering form and gathering spirit".
[Writing Guide]
1, proposed topic. The first thing to solve in topic composition is to draw up a beautiful topic for the article. As the saying goes, "the topic is half done", we should try our best to make our composition shine the first bright line and win the favor of the marking teacher.
When drafting a topic, we should pay attention to the use of rhetorical devices such as metaphor and personification, and try our best to make the topic full of emotion. Taking this title as an example, it can be drafted as "Light the Heart Lamp", "Square Without Affection", "Oh, my God", "Boat with Affection", "Flying Friendship", "Let the Flowers of Friendship Bloom" and so on. Don't replace topics with topics. Writing about affection is called "affection" and writing about friendship is called "friendship". Such a topic will show the writer's emotional dryness and lack of language. With such a topic, the article will not be much better.
2. Make it bigger and smaller. When writing a topic composition, we must pay attention to the big and small. Because the topic itself is very big. However, to write a 700-word article well, we must start from a small place and reduce it from big to small through layers. Taking this as an example, when writing, the big topic of "family friendship" can be divided into two parts. We can write "affection" separately and then restore it further. Family ties include mother and son, brothers and sisters, and grandparents and grandchildren. It can be as small as writing about father and son. There are many expressions of love between father and son, which need to be restored again. It should be as small as one thing, and it must be typical. Then, we should concentrate on writing this thing with pen and ink, write out the waves, write out the beginning, development, climax and ending of the story, and match it with appropriate lyric comments, and the article will be very attractive. Don't keep a running account, write about father and son. First describe how your father loved you when you were a child, then write about your primary school and how your father loved you, and then you went to junior high school. Think about it. Just 700 words, so many things, only 200 words, how to shine and attract people? So the composition in the examination room must be simplified. Taking narrative as an example, it is enough to write a good person and remember one thing.
3. materials. The material of the composition in the examination room should be unique. How can it be unique? Newspapers are not unique, hearsay is not unique, and only things from the depths of one's life are unique. It should also be noted that what most people may experience, even if it is true, is not unique. For example, many students often fall into some stereotypes when choosing materials, such as writing about their serious illness, how tired their parents are, how their hair turns white, and how wrinkles climb on their parents' faces. For example, write about how poor your family is and how parents reluctantly give up what they want for their own study. Although this kind of material comes from life, there are too many people who write it, and it loses its touching charm. In fact, there are many experiences in life that belong to us. Students should think about what is possible for everyone and what is unique to me. Unique to me, nature is vivid and vital. This kind of material is what we should choose.
[Successful examples]
The world you can't walk out of
Tired of parents' nagging, I always thought that I had grown up and could take care of myself and support myself. So, one day, I finally escaped from my parents' world, a little flustered, a little excited and a little uneasy.
I live on campus. Coming to this strange environment, I thought I was completely free. I like all kinds of things that I have never met before, such as being like a duck to water. However, I never thought about or deliberately ignored the string in my heart-the string connecting my parents.
Suddenly, one day, I ran to the telephone booth and dialed the number I knew by heart. ...
"hey!" A familiar voice came from my ear. It's mom! ! I can't tell you how I felt at that time. I didn't say a word anyway. I just listened eagerly to my mother's familiar breathing. At that moment, I felt that I was the happiest person in the world! I don't know what to say, just wait quietly, and Ling listens to the best and warmest breath in the world! "Hello, is this Xiao Jing? I can hear your breathing. " At that moment, my eyes really fell, and my mother could hear my breathing! I am an incompetent daughter, so incompetent that I don't even know my mother's birthday! I hate myself. Why am I so selfish? Why don't I spend more time getting to know my mother and caring for her, even if it's just a little! I don't know what I said to my mother next, or when I walked out of the phone booth. I only know that the next day, my father came and brought a big bag of my favorite snacks. At that moment, I really felt that kind of mood called "moving"! Dad said humorously, "these things are in the way at home and are easy to break." It is better to stuff them into your bottomless pit. " Suddenly, my nose is a little sour. My dad used to always say that I ate snacks, and he also told me the disadvantages of eating snacks by pulling his fingers. ...
Since then, the word "jealousy" has always been removed from my dictionary, because
Family topic composition 3 Everyone has a family relationship, a deep family relationship, just like mints. Only by putting it in your mouth can you feel its sweetness and coldness. Just like coffee. You have to add rock sugar to taste sweet, but sometimes it is a little bitter. ......
One day after school, I trudged home. The bright sunshine shone on me. I should have felt warm, but I felt a bolt from the blue. When I was very uncomfortable, the sun came at such an inopportune time, and I didn't feel warm at all. My heart is only cold. ......
"What's the matter with you? Mathematics can't even get 90 points! " My mother pointed at me and shouted angrily, "Did you listen carefully in class?" I dare not look my mother in the eye or nod my head, so I can only bow my head in shame.
88 points, what an amazing number! I'm about to graduate, but I only got 88 points!
"You give me a good reflection!" I looked at my mother's angry expression and my heart was half cold. My mother has never criticized me like this, never criticized me so severely. I have never seen my mother so angry that she dare not say anything more. I picked up the paper and corrected it.
Tossing and turning at night can't sleep. When I heard the rustling of pens, I crept out of the room and followed the source of the sound. What caught my attention was a scene that surprised me:
My mother took my math test paper, concentrated on calculating my mistakes, checked my corrections, circled my mistakes if I made mistakes, considered the best solution, prepared to tell me what to do in the morning, then signed my name and went to sleep.
"ding! Ding! Ding! ..... "The alarm clock struck 12, and it was 12. I saw my mother rubbing her eyes, turning off the light and going to bed. The sound of 12 that woke me sounded the alarm for me. I should honor my mother and cultivate what I have paid for her. ......
Maternal love is like water, clear; Motherly love is like water, gentle; Maternal love is as pure as water. .....
Motherly love is like water.
Family topic composition 4 [... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, so we could feel her feelings even before she played]
Children are the crystallization of parents' love and the node from love to affection. Therefore, my parents regard me as an angel from God. In my mother's abdomen, I began the first lesson of family education. Listening to light music and doing aerobics are all my compulsory courses. I grew up happily in a warm and intimate family environment.
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Talking noisily is like pouring pearls, big and small, into a plate of jade]
Love your daughter and become a phoenix. Strict father's loving mother is two complementary roles in my childhood. My father scolded me severely. When teaching me, there is always my mother's gentle voice to comfort me. This is success. In my childhood, what I learned was solid and solid, which was attributed to my father. My heart is kind but not delicate, which is my mother's love. Because of my family, I will never be a flower in a greenhouse, nor will I degenerate and be negative.
[Between Guan Yingying's words, the bottom of the flower slips]
After school, my parents relaxed a little and stopped restricting my activities all day. In order to relieve the pressure of study, parents at the weekend likes to take me for an outing in the suburbs. Those days have always been imprinted in my mind, because of beauty, because it won't happen again, and because of family ties. Remember, flowers are always in bloom, grass is always green, the wind is always warm, and birds are always happy, just like my mood.
[The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings are frozen. The condensed water will never pass, and it will turn into deep sadness and hidden lament, and it will be told silently, more than with sound]
When the rebellious god came, I was not smart enough to please my parents. I always feel that I have grown up and no longer need platitudes and nagging. I like strange clothes and talk back, and the atmosphere at home is somewhat dignified. In retrospect, I seem to have gone the wrong way. Thanks to my family and my father, his stern face suddenly turned into kindness and patience. He guided me step by step, never exposed my shortcomings, nor repeated preaching, and the black days were spent silently in the family like water.
Pay attention to your strokes at the end of the song. All four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.
Finally raised me. I have some tragic feelings when I leave my parents. When my parents are old, I find the white silk on their temples; My parents laughed, and when I found their satisfied and gratified eyes, I suddenly cried. Parents' love, parents' words and deeds have long been engraved in my heart. Finally, the father said, "Son, I can only go by myself in the future. Grasp it yourself! " The affection left to me is so unforgettable, how can I leave her?
[But who among them cried the most? The eyes are wet]
I want to thank my parents for their teaching. They are the most ordinary parents, but they are the stars I will always admire. They light the way forward for me and guide me to a bright future. Dear mom and dad, although I am about to travel far away, the incomparable affection you left me will remain in my heart forever and become my eternal spiritual pillar.
Thank you for your love! Thank you parents! That's all I can say.
When the paper plane in your hand becomes a test paper, when the cartoon becomes current political news, when you run and jump carefree, it becomes a brisk walk with heavy steps …
I began to think about the contradictions brought about by growth.
When I was a child, my mother and I walked hand in hand on the park path. I always like to argue with my mother to buy me a big ball of marshmallows. My mother always scolds me, "You like candy so much when you have decayed teeth!" I hold her hand and coquetry, and my mother will promise me eventually. If I succeed, I will hug my mother and say, "Mom is the best!" " "A few days ago, my mother wanted to take me to the park to play and went to school. I waved and said, "There is a lot of homework. "
"Go, go, come back and do your homework." Mom said.
I went to the park in my mother's soft and hard bubble. My mother and I walked in the park path in tandem. Neither of us took the initiative to speak, so we fell silent. In recent years, the number of tourists in the park is different from before, and it seems to be much less. The oncoming spring breeze also makes me feel biting.
"Do you want to eat cotton candy! You loved sugar when you were a child! " My mother pointed to a candy not far away and asked me.
"Whatever. No, forget it. " I answered lightly.
We fell silent again, and my mother lowered her head slightly and didn't speak again.
This silence and mother's performance suddenly made my heart ache. Since when, there seems to be a thick barrier between my mother and me. Heavy studies and pressure often make me ignore my mother and her love for me. I don't know why feelings and learning have become contradictions here. Inconsistent contradictions.
My mother often tells me how time flies, and I always disagree. Once I excitedly mentioned to my mother, "I will go to high school in September this year!" " "Mother smiled and said," Yes, that was fast! " After a while, she asked me, "Do you want to live in a dormitory in high school?" "Yes, otherwise I will be very tired." I answered naturally.
"Then you can only go home at the weekend." Mom's tone is obviously much lower.
"hmm."
My mother stopped talking, but when I turned around, I saw her quietly wiping her tears. After I saw her, she was a little embarrassed and smiled and said, "I still don't want to think about it."
My inexplicable nose is sour, and the soft area in my heart is touched. My heart is trembling slightly.
No, in fact, there is no contradiction between family and study, but I have never deeply felt the beauty of my family, nor have I experienced my mother's love for me after studying.
Zhu Dexiao comes first. Many people often don't understand such a simple truth. In order to climb the peak and pursue fame, they have to look forward, look far, run to the finish line and run wildly. But no one ever knows how to look back at their parents who have been standing behind them silently supporting them. We grow up, but they are old. Poor people inherit the wind, how many people can understand the helplessness and reluctance in the face of children's growth.
I once lost the ability to act in the turmoil of the world. Mom, thank you for bringing me this long-lost touch.
It was a winter night, it was snowing heavily outside, but I was hot all over in my room. I had a fever, and she wanted to carry me to the hospital, but when she looked at the clock, she felt that a big stone had fallen down. It was already midnight 12, and the hospital had already closed. She had to tuck me in first and then pour me hot water. In the dim light, I looked at her back and forth, and suddenly a warm current came to my heart. This is the first time I have felt the warmth of my family since I can remember.
Her vague figure has been engraved in my mind, and more and more tears will overflow from my eyes. Finally, I couldn't stop them, and they came out. She asked me what was wrong. At that time, I was already crying speechless. She is in a hurry. I shook my head and she was relieved.
The next morning, the soft sunshine didn't want to wake us, so it quietly shone through the window. I woke up and she slept by my bed all night. I didn't want to wake her, so I sat up gently, but she was woken up by me. She told me to lie down quickly, touched my forehead to make sure I was all right, and then sat down safely. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she didn't sleep all night.
I sat up, when she brought me a bowl of hot rice porridge, and I ate it bit by bit, while she watched happily. She just sat quietly beside me and looked at me from last night until now. From then on, I really regarded her as my closest relative.
She is my dear grandmother. I grew up under her care and never suffered any harm. She taught me a lot, and also let me know the value of family ties.
Relatives will help you when you are most helpless; Relatives will comfort you when you are most sad; Your relatives will take good care of you when you are ill.
Affection is precious, even if everyone abandons you, your relatives will not, and your relatives will never abandon you. Affection can give you the motivation to move forward, and everyone should cherish it.
What is affection? Family is a star, which can guide the lost heart in the dark. What is kinship? Affection is a rope, body and body, heart and heart are closely linked, what is affection? Affection is a jar of honey, which contains rich fragrance and makes people ecstatic. What is kinship? Family is a dictionary, a star, a rope and honey. In fact, affection is a kind of happiness.
When I was a child, I envied handsome men who were away from home. They fly freely like birds, but I can only be locked in a cage called "home" like a canary. Therefore, I regard everything at home as a bondage and hate them. When I was in primary school, I envied my big brothers and sisters who were beautifully dressed, and those who were "laughing and laughing" in junior high school. They dared to struggle with their teachers and were not conquered by "evil" forces. Without the nagging and scolding of my parents, I live freely outside. So I also imitated their practice, ignored my mother's dissuasion and quarreled with my mother. I regard this as a great performance, complacent about this kind of thing, and show off my "glorious deeds" with my classmates and friends.
However, I didn't know until junior high school that these were not really chic. Looking back on what I did in those years, I feel like a clown, doing ridiculous performances there without knowing it, being secretly discussed and ridiculed by others. Even if it is aimed at my ridicule, I will only yell at those who laugh at me, lose my temper at home and dare not solve it with others. These childish practices like cowards will still feel a twinge of shame in retrospect. I am most sorry for my mother. She brought me up with great pains, but it was only because of my innocence that she was harmed. I really understand what Gorky said, "With the passage of time, many past events have faded away. But in the long river of history, there is a star that shines forever, and that is affection. Time can make people lose everything, but family members can't give up. Even if one day, relatives leave, their love will always stay in the deepest part of the child's soul. " Although it may be a little late to understand now, no matter what happens in the future, I won't make her sad again.
I suggest that you don't let your family get weaker and weaker in the hustle and bustle of modern social changes. At least, we can start from ourselves and don't leave regrets for ourselves. As the saying goes, "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the son wants to raise it." Send a warm greeting to your parents that is not a luxury now! Keep warm feelings in your heart.
There is no way to eliminate this feeling, only frown, only mind.
"What is kinship?" I asked myself more than once in my mind. I tried to find her, but I couldn't find her. She has already sprouted quietly in my heart like an invisible seed.
One evening, I stood at the window and looked at the distant scenery. The afterglow of the setting sun is all over the earth, and the breeze blows over my face. Two homing birds are feeding their chicks. The scene is so warm and happy. In this case, I can't help thinking of that unforgettable past.
I was 12 years old that year, and it was also an eventful autumn for my family. One night, I was walking home as usual. It was cloudy, so I quickened my pace. When I got home, I soon found something strange at home. Looking at the familiar back and listening to the familiar voice, I wondered, "Hey, is it my father?" I quickly put down my bag and ran forward. As soon as I saw it, it was my father. This made me wonder: "My father has been working outside all these years and rarely comes back. How does he go home today? " Because I have too little communication with my father and don't care much about my father, I don't think much about it.
Late at night, I went to the kitchen to drink water. I overheard their conversation when I passed my parents' room. My mother choked up and said, "You have to see this disease." Hearing this, I froze, as if it were a bolt from the blue. I know very well that my father is a very strong man and will not go home unless he is seriously ill. Thought of here, I can't help but panic. I only heard my father pause and say, "Nothing. Don't let the child know that studying is very important to her now. Don't distract her. " I froze, thinking that my father didn't love me. I won the prize, signed my exercise book and attended the parent-teacher conference. He never praised me. But I don't want to. When my father was ill, I was worried that I would be distracted by his study.
My heart was hollowed out at once and I didn't know how to get back to my room. I can't help crying. Maybe it was a telepathy, maybe my movements were too big, and my father appeared in front of me unconsciously. I looked at my father with blurred eyes, but I clearly saw that his father's head was mixed with a little white hair, while his father, who was only forty years old, was much older. Father stroked my head and said, "Don't cry, it's okay, have a rest." I nodded hard. I deeply felt my father's love, and my heart was suddenly enlightened. What is kinship? Affection is that concern, that love!
Youth may die, love may wither, friendship may wither, but family ties will never disappear.
Family topic composition 9 "Baby, it's eleven o'clock, go to bed." Mother went into the study and reached out to help me turn off the light. "Oh, I'm sick of it! How many times have I told you, I'll sleep when I'm sleepy, so get out of here! " I shouted at my mother. Mom obviously froze, and her hand stopped in mid-air. She won't accept it, and neither will she. I can feel her sadness, but I don't look at her angry expression. Suddenly I saw my mother's wrinkled hands, and a sour feeling came to my mind, which also opened my memory.
When I was four or five years old, I took my mother's hand and pulled her to a flower: "Mom, this flower is so beautiful!" " Mother smiled: "Do you know what this flower is?" "I don't know!" Little fool, I told you yesterday that this is a peony. "Mother lovingly raised her hand and touched my head. I grabbed my mother's hand. "My mother's hand is beautiful, it's mine! ""I held it to my chest and smiled proudly. My mother shook her head helplessly and let me hold her hand and walk forward. At that time, my mother's hands were slender, white as jade, so smooth that I couldn't let them go at the touch. My mother let me "appreciate" every time, with a somewhat satisfied smile on her lips. In my naive eyes, those hands are safe, warm, loving and warm.
A few years later, at the age of ten, I sat on the table smiling and eating the meal cooked by my mother. Since grandma returned to her hometown, all the meals at home have been cooked by her mother. Mother crossed her hands on her chest. "Is it delicious, son?" Her voice is a little tense. Seeing that I nodded hard, she breathed a sigh of relief, smiled with satisfaction, lowered her head and touched the hand full of oil, and gently put it under the table. I pretended not to find anything unusual, but I still ate happily. However, right in front of my eyes, my mother's hands were covered with oil. Those hands are paying, regretless, proud and responsible.
I don't know when it started. No longer go downstairs to play with my mother, more and more picky about food. Whenever my parents talk about me, I talk back. I can't remember the last time I held my mother's hand. And I haven't noticed her hands and her silent dedication to me for a long time. Growing up in love, I was used to taking, but forgot to give back. Now, my memory reminds me to stay in my mother's hands. Those hands are not as smooth as before, and the deep lines are like the ravines of the years, recording the story of my mother and me. That ravine is full of affection. I don't know how much love my mother's hand can make me feel, but I know it is an inexhaustible treasure in my life. Thinking of this, I gently took my mother's hand as I did when I was a child, put it on my chest and said, "Mom, I'm sorry, let's go to bed." Mother's face broke into a smile. I stood up, turned off the light and walked out of the study hand in hand with her, just like when I was a child.
Family topic composition 10 I still remember a long time ago, I read a maxim of Bernard Shaw: "Life is not a short candle, but a torch we hold temporarily. We must burn it very brightly and hand it over to the next generation. " I didn't understand it at first, but this sentence flashed in my mind again when I participated in the "home-school interactive education" carried out by the 20xx grade of basic medical college. I seem to see a bright torch being passed. Bernard Shaw revealed the true meaning of affection from the deepest point.
We often say: "Our life course has melted into every spray, every melody, every exhortation, every laugh, every look, every step ..." However, the first love in the world never only refers to care, but more importantly, education, so that the torch of wisdom can be passed on.
I remember when our parents taught us, they often said, "We eat more salt than you eat rice, and the bridge we crossed is longer than the road you walked." And we are always so young and frivolous that we don't agree. We ignore the traces left on their faces and temples when the years slip away quietly, and naturally there will be many priceless wisdom experiences accumulated in their hearts. They are always willing to give us everything, and we always stubbornly believe that this is out of date. He ran around like a newborn calf until he was black and blue and bleeding from his horn, then ran to them, leaned his head on their arms, licked the wound and moved on.
Home-school interactive education has built a bridge between parents and students. Parents took to the podium in Kan Kan and talked about their study methods, work experience, how to get along with strangers, their expectations and confidence in our future, and their understanding of us ... They gave us priceless treasures and passed on the brightly burning torch. We accept all this with gratitude and listen to their words, which is far better than studying for ten years and has benefited a lot. We feel everything with a delicate heart, and feel the selflessness and unrelenting of our family. Wise parents, their images are so great in our hearts. At the same time, we are surprised to find that they are eager to understand us and to be understood by us. In fact, everyone can be bosom friends. In this activity, we have a deeper understanding of what family ties are.
Feelings are an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely, depressed, weak, thirsty and sick, you will be radiant at a glance, your mind will be comfortable and you will not be lonely. Will act quickly, just a drop of water, and the rolling life of Wang Yang will spread in my heart. Family is the North Star at night. Once we chased the goal and ignored it, until one day we looked up slightly without knowing the direction, and a soft light guided us to take a firm step.
Emotion is a harbor in the voyage. When we hit the rocks again and again, we drove in slowly. There are no big waves here. We can stay here for a while, mend the wound, prepare supplies and sail again. ……
Because of the great affection, we are grateful. At the same time, I also thank the teacher for his careful cultivation. "Sunshine Project" has set up a stage for us to show our talents. Family education has taught us the etiquette of honoring our parents. They inspired us to write that "ten thousand gold" letter on Mid-Autumn Festival, say hello to our parents and say thank you. It is they who have carefully prepared this parent-child exchange activity. They not only inculcate us, but also often have heart-to-heart communication with us. This is the fusion of kindness and friendship. Therefore, we are not only grateful for family ties, but also grateful for teachers and students.