Chapter 1: The wind that unites the family is whistling, and snowflakes are flying three times, gently and slowly covering the mother earth with edelweiss.
Arrow-like figures are flying in the trees, and my blood is boiling. Through the whistling wind, I can hear my breathing and even my heartbeat! The night is deep, the silver snow is shining on the earth, and the yellow light is approaching.
The wind is crazier and the snowflakes are dancing more happily, stopping in front of a lighted house and looking for the familiar white through the fuzzy window glass.
All thoughts and hatred, all pain and tolerance, all happiness and sadness are condensed at this moment.
I saw it! On the gray wall, there are two white fox skins hanging, reflecting the dim wall, dazzling white and flawless white. A tear fell silently, and the shouts of joy from the room stung my ears and awakened my memory. ...
The wind roared, and snowflakes jumped on the treetops like naughty elves and floated down again. I am not full of hair, snuggling in my mother's arms and enjoying the warmth that belongs to me. My mother's blue eyes are full of love. She covered me with soft and pure white hair, so that I could completely absorb her body temperature. It's dark outside, and my mother licks my head from time to time, staring at the stormy land with a hint of worry in her eyes. I know she is looking forward to her father's return.
I was filled with awe when I mentioned my father. He is tall and strong. Even those light green and deep eyes can be daunting. He is very strict, always putting me away when I am in my mother's arms and turning a blind eye to my pathetic appearance; He is respectable. He always braves the cold wind and blizzard to find meager food for our mother and son in the snow to fill their stomachs. He blocks the biting cold wind for us in the tree hole. He is the pride in our hearts and the best father. I couldn't help laughing in my mother's arms. My mother is used to my nervousness. She lovingly licked my head: "Silly boy!" "
The wind is still blowing, and snowflakes are dancing tirelessly. In the silent snow, there was a sudden warning sound, which sharply cut the silence in the snow. That's father's voice! Danger! My mother and I immediately pricked up our ears and looked out together. Through the snowflakes, my father's figure is running around quickly, and several dogs are barking in the distance, hunter! My father was in danger, and my mother and I became nervous when we saw the snow-white figure. The flying number is delayed into the tree hole. He wants to distract the hounds so that we won't be found. Finally, my mother stood up, her eyes full of anxiety. Suddenly I lost my warmth, hugged her tightly and begged her not to leave. However, she still went out, after she sealed the tree hole-our home-with snow.
The whistling sound of the north wind drowned out all the sounds, only two sharp gunshots were chilling. I shivered, my fears kept gathering, my tears vaguely pushed away the snowdrift, and the only hope left in my heart was broken. There are only two snowflakes in full bloom in the vast snow, bright red, dotted in the snow, beautiful and gorgeous. The wind is roaring, the snow is dancing wildly, the dance is still light, everything is still the same, there is still a warm breath in the empty tree hole, and I am alone. The flying snow gradually covered the bright red on the snow. Who knows, a piece of happiness was shattered by bullets in an instant.
The memory of that moment was shattered by bullets, and with vague tears, I knew that happiness would meet again.
Today, one year later, on the same day, I have hair as clean as my father's snow, turned into a strong snow fox, had my own home, stared at the snow-white fox skin, recalled the warm embrace, and found that it was always holy and white. ...
When cohesion has become a habit at this time of the year, I don't just know white-holy white, eternal white. ...
Chapter 2: Families will never be laid off. Outside the window, the sky is gray, and the biting cold wind is blowing yellow leaves. With the drizzle, it fell into the stagnant water on the ground, causing ripples. ...
But at this moment, people's mood is even more gloomy than this weather. ...
"Failed, failed again. This is not just how many times. " Read the composition typed back by the teacher again, and I'll hit the bottom. "I don't understand that it's really inappropriate to try to write a composition under the lamp every night, but the efforts are still returned by perfunctory reasons such as' bad organization'." Once again, the pupils were laughed at by failure.
"Oh, who writes so well? Gee, it's good to have the demeanor of a little writer. " Immersed in the confused world, I was interrupted by my father's glib voice before I found my way, and my brow could not help but wrinkle. However, my father seemed unwilling to bear my neglect, so he changed his offensive. The original smirk turned into a serious face, and the wrinkles in the corners of my eyes slowly calmed down, and my hands could not help but cross together. "In fact, success or failure depends on your inner feelings. There is not a saying called' Go your own way and let others talk'. This is actually a truth. Come on, have coffee and get a pen. Maybe you will have another inspiration. "I know that my father is comforting me, but for me at the moment, the comfort in my ear has become irony. I don't need pity, let alone comfort.
The rain outside the window is getting bigger and bigger, mixed with the whistling cold wind, which makes people shudder. The strings in the brain gradually spread more and more intense tones, which seemed unbearable and wanted to impact. ...
"What do you know? I don't know how many times it was revised, but it ended in failure every time. Success is not only for me, but also farther and farther away. No one recognizes me, not anymore. " At this time, the generation said, aggrieved with tears, accompanied by the sound of the book falling to the ground, and ran out against the wanton cold wind.
The wind hits my face, and I can't tell whether it's tears or rain. The footsteps stopped slowly, and when I thought about the scene just now, I couldn't help regretting it: What should I do? It's not my father's fault that my composition is not good. Why didn't I control my anger at my father just now? You want to apologize? Will dad forgive me? Thinking of this, my feet ran towards home.
Stepping into the room, the books that were scattered on the floor are now neatly placed on the desk, but the cold cup of coffee is still witnessing the passage. Walking over, I was greeted by familiar handwriting. "Dad? Isn't it great? Baby, dad is always by your side "in the lower right corner, and there is a big smile.
Walking to the window, the cold wind and rain just disappeared instantly, and it was replaced by a sunny and warm smiling face. I suddenly understood that there is a profession that will never be laid off, and that is family. Looking at the desk, warm books, warm coffee and warm love. ...
Chapter 3: Family ties are like air. The tense atmosphere of the senior high school entrance examination infected every candidate who greeted, and everyone eagerly "chewed" the books. I am no exception. Maybe the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination is too great, and I am very upset.
In the dead of night, I am still looking through my Chinese book in confusion, but I can't understand it at all. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in with a cup of hot milk in her hand.
"Steve, the senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. Don't read tonight, drink milk and go to bed early! " Mom said with concern with a smile.
Although I know my mother's mind, my irritability has turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother has become the object of venting.
"I don't want to drink. I don't even have time to read. Do I still have time to drink milk? " I don't look up.
"You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, or you'll be listless tomorrow." There was a hint of anxiety in my mother's tone.
"You leave me alone! I can't read my book! " I yelled at my mother.
The atmosphere suddenly became very dead and embarrassing. My mother was stabbed all over by me, like a turtle without a shell. I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother. In fact, I really don't want to say those harsh words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage.
My mother silently tidied up the books I put on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", she turned around and sighed and closed the door gently. ...
Listening to the mother's footsteps behind the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me, my heart is full of guilt. I want to run out and say "sorry" to my mother. However, I have no courage.
In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother laughed it off and was so tolerant of me. Broad maternal love makes me feel great, but it also makes me feel guilty.
I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.
Suddenly I feel that my mother's love is like air, which keeps me alive and often forgets its existence.
Chapter four: My family touched my home, which is a clear sky propped up by parents with love umbrellas for their children. Home is a warm home, my mother loves us, and my father loves us. Home is a haven for drifters and a post for the soul. Home is an innate complex, which is usually imperceptible and will only be thought of when you are in a strange place. Home is a brand that a person can't erase all his life.
I was moved by my loving mother.
My mother gave birth to me in October, and I saw this colorful world. When I was a child, when I was crying, my mother sat on the cradle, gently shaking or biting the rattle, making me happy and laughing. When I was a child, my mother gave me a reason to quarrel with others. I listen with a little knowledge, but keep in mind that forgiving others is forgiving myself. Ah! My mother, you gave me happiness and made me understand the world. I stumbled and grew up on the road of life, and your true feelings moved me.
I was moved by my relatives-Father Mu.
My father, when I was young, had almost no record of him, nor did he know his silent love when he was young. When I was in primary school, I was smart and lively. I always come to my father with a test paper with a score of 100. I don't want too many rewards, because I just want my father's short sentence, "My daughter is great!" Being able to say such a thing is undoubtedly the most touching reward for my slow father and for me. My father and I are getting to know each other. Whenever my father has something delicious, he will always think of me and keep it for me. At that time, my father became extremely tall in my heart. Ah, my father, your wordless love and short words inspired me to grow and filled my heart, which was your wordless touch.
My relatives touched me-Sunshine's sister.
My sister is an indispensable part of my life. Like the bright sunshine, she always keeps me warm. In junior high school, I have more troubles. Sometimes you will be bullied and wronged. I was afraid to tell my parents, so I told my sister. She often laughs at me in an exaggerated tone. "Why are you so stupid and bullied like a clown?" But there is deep concern between the lines. Oh, my sister, please allow me to be so stupid. Thank you for giving me the touch of sunshine.
Ah, my mother, my father and my sister, thank you for your love and touch. You are my closest family and the greatest happiness. In my heart, you are the source, love and eternity. May you be happy forever!
Chapter V The Power of Family You are the drizzle that moistens everything, you are the intoxicating spring breeze, you are deeply moved and deeply gazing at you, you are the beacon light in the foggy sea, you are the sunshine that you can't catch, you are the invisible air ... Ah, family, where are you?
In an earthquake in Turkey, an ordinary mother propped up a wall weighing a ton on her back for several days to protect her baby. When she was found by rescuers, the only request was: "Save my child."
Family can ignite the hope of life for us and hold up the blue sky of the soul; It is an ordinary and great beauty with a little sweat, a little tears and a little pain.
Readers published a story about a mother who saw with her own eyes that a speeding train was about to hit her child. She took a few steps forward and snatched her child from under the wheel. Someone calculated her running speed at the moment and actually set a new world record for 100 meter sprint.
Affection can nourish people's hearts and make the boat of life full of sunshine; It is an emotion hidden in everyone's heart, which can break through the barriers of time and space and make two hearts hug each other tightly.
Engels' father died, leaving a huge legacy. According to the law, the eldest son Engels should get the inheritance, but Engels' younger brother arrogantly asked Engels to give up the inheritance. At this time, Engels' mother was seriously ill. In order not to aggravate her illness because of the property dispute between her brothers, he resolutely gave up the inheritance right. A year later, his mother's health gradually recovered, and Engels told her the truth: "In your later years, nothing in the world can make me sad because of family disputes. I will have hundreds of enterprises, but I will always have only one mother.
Affection can illuminate a person's life and make the road ahead covered with flowers; It is a firm belief and a persistent instinct. Even without money, family ties still exist.
Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer sings all the love and gratitude of a wanderer to his mother and family: the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the wayward boy's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love does an inch of grass have? Have you won three times? Yes, but how many loves have inch-long grass and won the third Spring Festival? We don't seem to think of gratitude and returning to our families, but take the contribution of our parents and relatives for granted, or even throw it away like dirt. Suhomlinski said: "A mother's peace and happiness are carried out by her children. A mother's happiness is created by her children. " Therefore, family ties should not only rely on parents' earnest expectations, but also be children's silent returns. When it comes to feeling affection, it is not only an instant understanding in today's class, but also a lifelong understanding. Affection is not only a vivid description, but also a practical action.
Affection is not only the long-term concern of Meng Jiao's "the thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother, making clothes for his wayward teenager", but also the deep sigh of Wang Wei's "being in a foreign land, thinking twice about his relatives every festive season", the good wish of Su Shi's "I wish people a long life" and the family happiness of Xin Qiji's "loving children and scoundrels, lying in the stream and peeling off the lotus". ...
Affection is a hard stone, which can ignite the fire of hope;
Is the fire of hope, lighting the lamp of ideal;
It is an ideal lamp to illuminate the way forward;
Is the direction of progress, giving people positive power!
Friend, do you know anything about family? Affection is a coat that dad puts on you when it is cold, and a glass of milk that mom makes at night; Affection is the child's tender little hand wiping the sweat from his father's forehead, and it is the thoughtfulness when the mother hands over the tea when she is tired.
Chapter 6: The real melody is in the classroom, and the students are listening attentively. Suddenly there was a muffled sound-"pa". The door of the classroom slowly opened. It was none other than my mother. Because I was sick today, my mother led me to ask for leave with my teacher. There is a warm current in my heart. If life is a desert, mom, you are the only oasis along my way.
Entering the third grade, homework is getting heavier and heavier. How many nights I burn the midnight oil, but you always accompany me silently until very late. I still clearly remember that every morning when I open my hazy eyes, I will always see your busy figure in the kitchen. I still clearly remember that winter night, you were afraid that I would catch cold and put on a thick cotton-padded coat for me. I still clearly remember the dark blue umbrella flower outside the school gate on a rainy day. In the busy life of senior three, I sometimes feel physically and mentally exhausted, but because of your company, I seem to smell the fruitful fragrance.
Whose fairy tale floats in the dark. Whose fallen flowers are dyed green and red, whose eyebrows are splashed with ink, and the wind is secretly giggling. When time is old, the true feelings will disappear in the runway of time. The flower of love turns into a tree warbler, which sings softly in the ear of life and sings the hymn of love.
I vaguely remember that day, father-in-law Yue pulled half a cloud to cover his sad face. I sat under the desk lamp, just reflecting, reflecting and reflecting again. A crystal liquid brushed my cheek, and then I burst into tears. You heard the sound and saw the bright red font on the table. You seem to understand something. You wiped away my tears with your hand: "Nothing, failure is the mother of success. This failure does not mean that it will not succeed in the future. Be strong, mom believes you. " I cried like a tranquilizer, and my cold palms seemed to have a little more strength. I bowed my head and raised my pen to swim in the ocean of trees, and my mother thanked you. My life is better because of you. I seem to have tasted love because of you in my life. My life is happier because of you.
Mom, thank you for your company. With your company, I will thrive.
The music of fallen leaves is the gratitude of trees for nourishing the earth, the clear sky is the gratitude of white clouds for nurturing the blue sky, and the fragrance of flowers is the selfless gratitude of grass. Mom, I will study hard and repay you with my excellent achievements, which is exactly my gratitude to you.
Listen, in the paradise of love, an old angel is playing a true song that will never change for us. Her name is Mom.
Chapter 7: Christmas Eve's affection and childhood life are like a colorful dream, which makes people miss, yearn for and be excited ... After many years, when I suddenly look back, innocent memories have been displayed in my mind, which always makes people feel so beautiful. ...
I remember when I was five or six years old, my grandfather often told me a story about Christmas: On the night of Christmas Eve on February 24, 65438, Santa Claus would drive a reindeer car and sneak into the chimney from far away to give every child what he wanted. Santa Claus is very beautiful. He is wearing a red hat with a round little white ball on it. He is wearing a red black gloves and a belt. Santa's eyes are as black as pearls, his nose is as red as a fireball, and his beard is as cotton ... what a wonderful story! Whenever I get up on Christmas morning and see beautiful presents by my bed, I will dance.
Although Santa Claus sends me Christmas presents every year, I have never seen him. When I was seven years old, on Christmas Eve, I asked my grandfather curiously, I really wanted to meet the real Santa Claus. What kind of person is he? Grandpa said that Santa Claus must give presents when the children are asleep. I ran around the house in disbelief, only to see a crack in the window of the room. Grandpa patted me on the shoulder and smiled and said, "This is for Santa Claus. Why else would he come in and give a gift? " After listening to grandpa's words, I sat firmly in the living room, anxiously waiting for the arrival of Santa Claus. But the eyelids fight and slowly close. Grandpa said, "Go to sleep quickly. Maybe Santa Claus brought it to you. " I stretched myself and went back to my room in disbelief. I just uncovered the quilt. Ah, the Barbie doll I miss very much is sleeping next to my pillow! I jumped three feet for joy. Grandparents also answered, pretending to be surprised, and said, "Oh, Santa Claus brought you a present so early, so you can sleep in peace." I fell asleep with my beloved Barbie doll in my arms. I dreamed that the kind Santa Claus was sitting in a beautiful reindeer car, running around the world, giving gifts to other children.
As the days passed, I gradually realized that there is no Santa Claus in the world, but a beautiful fantasy in people's hearts. That exquisite gift was also sent by my grandparents, but behind this gift is my grandparents' infinite love for me!
On Sunday, I suddenly had an impulse to help my mother wash her feet. My mother looked at me with strange eyes and said that washing feet after the senior high school entrance examination was a waste of time, but after my repeated requests, my mother agreed.
I moved the chair to the middle of the yard and put a basin of water in front of the chair, and the moon was reflected in the water.
Mother sat down in the chair. I carefully took off my socks for my mother, and I touched her rough and hard soles. My heart is shaking. This was left by my mother when she was a child, and it hasn't faded for so many years.
Mother obediently put her foot into the water, and gently, several ripples appeared in the water.
I looked down and saw that the moon in the water was crushed by my mother's feet, just like a golden elf jumping on the water.
I carefully washed my mother's feet. My mother is a little fat and thick-footed, just like her mother, kind and not cunning.
"When you were young, you were very naughty. You always get your feet dirty when you come home at night. I sit in the yard and wash your feet every night. " Mother suddenly spoke.
I looked up, my mother seemed to be immersed in memories, and my memories went back to the past.
I sat on a small bamboo chair and creaked uneasily. While washing my feet, my mother told me stories: Chang 'e in Guanghan Palace, WU GANG who cut down trees, and Houyi who shot the sun ... I always looked up at the moon, and the quiet moonlight sprinkled on my little face, on my mother's short black hair and on the basin of water. ...
"What's the matter with you?" In front of me is my mother who has been eroded by years. I looked down and continued to wash her feet. Suddenly I feel that the moonlight of my childhood seems to shine on me and my mother, on my mother's face and on my mother's feet. What a beautiful artistic conception this is! I smiled, and so did my mother.
I feel very happy. I have forgotten this kind of family happiness for a long time, and I picked it up unintentionally, but it didn't change its flavor. On the contrary, it became stronger with the passage of time.
Ah! Family happiness.
Chapter 9: The most common family relationship is sixteen years, with a flick of a finger. In the life journey of 16 years, what remains most is the most ordinary family affection, which gives us light, strength and endless love.
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I wandered in the corridor of memories, suddenly looking back, I found that so many memories have been forgotten by me, but I have affection in my heart, let me ponder it carefully. ...
Flowing clouds and flowing water, I have entered high school in the blink of an eye, but the dribs and drabs of junior high school life are still rippling in my heart. I remember when I was in junior high school, I went home once a week, because my hometown was far from school, but I didn't want to waste money, so I walked home every week. Every time I go home, I always see a vague figure in the distance at the entrance to the village. Her thin figure stands in the wind, and whenever she looks around, she looks around. All the worried expressions on her face disappeared, leaving a sweet smile. This is my mother. She always gives me a safe hug, rain or shine. She is like a lighthouse, showing me the way forward. She is like a flame, igniting the hope in my heart.
The afterglow in the setting sun gradually faded the last ray of light, the bright moon rose, and sadness came to my mind. ...
A few days ago, my teacher told me that my mother was very ill. I hurried home, threw myself in front of my mother's bed and saw her thin figure. Tears of disappointment filled my eyes, and my heart was filled with regret and forgiveness. I called my mother gently, and her mother slowly opened her eyes and looked at me with bloodshot eyes, with a weak voice in her mouth. "Son, stop crying and come to school." I fought back my tears and smiled and said, "Well, don't worry, it's today." My mother fell asleep peacefully. My mother died two days ago, and my heart ached immensely. Why does it always take midnight to reach the sky? Why do mothers in the world always work hard and get sick, and can only find health in heaven? Why is there a tragedy that children have to support and their relatives are not there?
The most ordinary affection contains the greatest legend. She washes my heart like water. She is like snow, nourishing the earth; She is like a green leaf, providing a shade for the earth.
Time can crush youth, and years can ruin appearance, but there is one thing that time and years can't melt away, and that is the most common affection.
Chapter 10: The cohesion of family ties is restless at night.
Because all love and being loved, all pay and return are condensed at this moment.
When I attacked a math or physics "fortress" for a long time and was ready to surrender, a hot air rushed out from under the table, making my lenses a little blurred.
"What are you doing, you!" My mother's silent behavior always causes me a little trouble at first, and my noisy tone even has some blame.
"This is a new foot bath bucket bought today. Give it a try! " My mother never explains much, and I'm used to it. As usual, she took off my socks and rolled up my trouser legs. I kept my original sitting position and naturally looked at my mother squatting under the table.
However, she is not as old as the mother described in textbooks or literary works: her hair is still so black and shiny, her skin is still so young and elastic, and her hands for testing the water temperature are still so moist and delicate! She's too young!
I'm a little dissatisfied with myself! Mother is not necessarily white hair on her head, mother is not necessarily crow's feet crawling around her eyes, and mother is not necessarily a nagging mother all day long. On the contrary, she is a mother who spent her youth squatting under the table because of her daughter!
"You can't put it in at once!" Mother held my feet in one hand and threw some hot water at my feet in the other! Itchy and warm, burning all parts of the body. Hot water is spinning happily in the bucket, hot air is winding around the bucket, and the whole room is filled with the unique smell of wood.
My feet are alternately held up by water in my mother's hands, and I obey my mother to manipulate my feet, because the barrel belongs to our mother and daughter at this time, and the temperature at this time is the temperature of our mother and daughter!
The water wrapped around my feet like satin. I only feel a warm current coming from my feet. The acid swelling of that day has already disappeared without a trace, except happiness.
"Is it comfortable?" Mom looked up. "It's the senior high school entrance examination. Because the homework is tight and there are many homework, it is too hard! " Mother is rubbing my feet and chanting, as if talking to herself and her daughter! Although plain, every word is so beautiful and warms my heart.
"Mom, in fact, you are the hardest!" I can't help it. I have a lump in my throat.
"Hey, it's nothing, my daughter is much more tired than my mother!" There was a moment of sadness between mom's eyebrows and her eyes, but it suddenly disappeared.
The north wind is whistling outside the window, and the interior is warm as spring. The lens is just clear and fuzzy, but it's not just the heat!
After squatting for a long time, my mother finally withdrew the water. As usual, she told me to go to bed early. However, how can I sleep with such happiness at my feet and such a burning temperature?
All the strength and passion are condensed again!
It's late at night, I can't calm down!