The Story of My Family (Selected 15 articles) The Story of My Family 1
My home is warm and full of laughter and laughter. The most unforgettable thing for me is that time...
My mother bought me a snow-white little hamster, which joined our "family" on a snowy night. The little hamster is lively, cute and clever, and brings endless fun to our family. I feed it and play with it every day; my mother cleans its "house" every day. Laying a soft "bed" for it, Dad worked hard to prepare its favorite food. But one day, this naughty little guy also brought trouble to my family.
One day, After feeding the little hamster in the evening, I not only didn't lock the house, but even left the door open, so I went to read a book. After a long time, I walked to the house and wanted to say good night to it. At that moment, I realized what I had done was embarrassing. The little hamster had already disappeared without a trace. I looked under the bed, in the corner, and under the shoe rack, but there was no sign of the little hamster. I stamped my feet anxiously. , I was so angry that I almost cried. My parents saw me anxious like an ant on a hot pot and asked what was wrong. I said aggrievedly: "The little hamster I like is gone." "After saying that, I burst into tears. My mother touched my head lovingly and comforted me. I gradually stopped crying, but when I saw my father's reproachful eyes, crystal tears rolled from my eyes again. Falling down. Dad walked over helplessly and said lovingly: "Duoduo, Dad shouldn't blame you, but you are indeed too careless... Before I finished speaking, I heard the little hamster's shrill scream. I looked down and said, "Ah! , is a little hamster. It was looking up at me and barking at me. As if it was laughing at me, I stretched out my hand to catch it, but it seemed to have already understood what I was thinking, and ran away, disappearing after a while. Our whole family started moving, my father moved the sofa, I moved the chairs, and my mother moved the cabinets, but we were busy for a long time and couldn't find it. This naughty little hamster seemed to be playing hide and seek with us. Exhausted, we could only let it fend for itself.
Unexpectedly, the little hamster returned home consciously the next day. This gave us all a sigh of relief.
A small episode ended like this, but my family’s story happens every day. My Family’s Story 2
One night last winter, a child wearing black and blue clothes walked to the hospital. The child walked to Ward 306 with steady steps and a deep breath of fresh air. The child was holding a basket full of fruit in his hand and whispered: "Grandpa, grandma, please open the door!" A deep old man's voice came from inside: "Who is it?" "It's me, little Haojie. "The child said cautiously. "Oh, let me open the door." My grandfather's voice came from inside again. After a while, the door opened. I walked in and saw everything inside.
Today is Sunday. My grandparents have suffered from some serious illnesses and are currently hospitalized.
I come to visit them every week because I do homework on Saturday and have classes from Monday to Friday. So I only take care of them on Sundays. Every time I receive their praise, my heart is sweeter than eating honey.
I always beat their backs and peel fruits for them. Every time you peel it off, you get a long piece of skin, which is really fun. The long skin is like colorful red lanterns hanging on a thick rope. As for me, I will help them wander around the hospital, or with the permission of the nurse, I will take them to relax by the river outside, or sit on the grass or on the balcony, so as to feel the tranquility and grandeur of nature. Natural birdsong and flowers.
This is one thing in my family’s story. If you want to hear something else, don’t forget to come to me! Story of My Family 3
The past is rich and colorful. Let me open the door of memory and tell you a story!
One summer noon, I was doing my homework, and my father asked me: "Have you seen my mobile phone?" I said: "No!" Then my father and I started looking for the mobile phone. I searched up and down the room, but couldn't find it for most of the day. I walked up to my dad out of breath and said, "I didn't find the phone." After saying that, I fell down on the bed with a tired "plop".
Dad sighed and said: "It's over now, it must have fallen outside." Dad was in a hurry and anxious, looking here and there. When we were dejected, my eyes lit up and I came up with a way. I said to my father: "I will use my mother's mobile phone to call your mobile phone and listen to see if there is a ringtone. Then we can find the mobile phone based on the ringing sound. Isn't that enough?" ?" After hearing this, my father was overjoyed and overjoyed as if he had discovered a new world.
Then, I took my mother's cell phone to dial, and sure enough, a series of ringtones started ringing. I followed the sound and walked over, opened my purse and saw that the cell phone was lying inside! My Family's Story 4
In my warm family, a "historical event" happened that our whole family will never forget.
I have a younger sister who was born when she was two years old. When we were young, one time, our family bought a big round watermelon. After returning home, my sister quickly ran to the study room with her thin legs, but she still did not forget to put her "treasure" She took the watermelon away, as if she was afraid that we would snatch her watermelon, and even closed the door. After five minutes, she finally opened the study door. Do you know how long these five minutes are to us? After she came out, she still held the watermelon and didn't let go. This time she changed her position and used her little hands to grab the "hair" of the watermelon, which is the watermelon vine.
I looked at her and at Watermelon’s “hair”, and I knew something was about to happen. But it was not what I guessed. The watermelon's "hair" was too fragile and could not withstand the weight of the watermelon. The watermelon fell to the ground with a "plop". We were not frightened at all, but it frightened my sister. She " "Wow-wow-wow" he cried loudly, and the sound echoed throughout the building. In order to calm her down, her uncle said to her, "Don't cry, baby. Be good. The baby is so strong, even more powerful than Lu Zhishen!" She didn't know her uncle's kindness and thought he was criticizing her. She cried. Even harder.
After a lot of effort, we finally made my sister happy. The whole family happily ate watermelon and laughed heartily from time to time. Story of My Family 5
Outside the window, the night is getting darker, the lights are starting to turn on, the surroundings are quiet, and neon lights are flashing in the distance.
Indoors, Dad was lying on his back, holding his mobile phone and reading the news. I was sitting at the desk, reading a book, and my mother snatched my book away. "Overuse your eyes, rest, rest." Ever since glasses settled on my face, my life has been difficult, and my eyes have become the focus of my mother's observation. I reluctantly left the desk and caught a glimpse of my father still looking at the phone fascinatedly. I rushed towards him and decided to pull him to share the joys and sorrows with me. Dad smiled slyly and said, "If you can pull me up, I'll play with you!"
A "carrot" pulling battle officially kicked off. Dad is definitely the recognized heavyweight "super-large carrot" in our family. He has a fat belly and sits cross-legged. When I, a "little farmer," saw such a big radish, I couldn't help but feel like "the wind is rustling and the water is cold." This is really a battle with great disparity in strength, but we will not admit defeat. I geared up, grabbed the "leaves" of this big radish, and pulled! I tried my best, but the tonnage of this "carrot" was too heavy and as stable as a mountain. I was already panting from exhaustion and collapsed on the ground, face flushed. It seemed that fighting by force was not feasible, so I had to resort to outsmarting him. I circled around my father, pretending to be dejected. When he relaxed his vigilance, I inserted my hands under his buttocks. He noticed it and started to move. The overwhelming force of Mount Tai pressed down hard, "Ah---" I let out a scream. Am I just going to give up? I immediately asked for support, "Mom, come and help me." I shouted, and my mother rushed there. My mother and I quietly discussed countermeasures. We attacked from the front and back. My mother walked up to my father, took his hands and pulled him forward. My hands were finally freed. At this moment, I exerted my strength and pushed this with both hands. The heavyweight "Big Carrot", Huangtian paid off, we finally pushed the carrot out of the pit and subdued him.
“When people unite, the mountains will move.” It seems that cooperation is very important. Story of My Family 6
The past is rich and colorful. Let me open the floodgates of memory and tell you a story about my family.
One summer noon, I was doing my homework, and my father asked me loudly: "Have you seen my mobile phone?" I walked to my father's room and said in surprise: "No, what's wrong, Dad?" "I just made a call on my phone and forgot where I put it." Then my father and I started looking for the phone. I searched up and down the room and couldn't find it for most of the day. I walked up to my father out of breath and said, "Report to the 'General' that I didn't find what you need." After saying that, I fell on the bed with a "plop" and kept mumbling.
Dad sighed and said, "It's over now. Will it be lost on the street? The mobile phone I just bought is lost again." Dad was in a hurry and anxious, looking here and there. . When we were dejected, my eyes lit up, I slapped my head, and an idea was born in my mind. I said to my father: "We are so stupid. When a call comes into your cell phone, doesn't it have a ring tone? Now, I'll call your cell phone to hear if there is a ring tone, and we can then find the cell phone based on the ring tone. Isn't that enough? "After hearing this, my father was overjoyed and overjoyed as if he had discovered a new world. Then, I picked up the phone and dialed. Sure enough, there were rings. I followed the sound and walked over, opened my bag and took a look. The phone is lying inside! Later, my father also got a nickname: "The Careless King".
You know it! What an interesting story my family has.
Story of My Family 7
Home is the cradle of dreams, a warm boat, and a place where I can be carefree. Today I will tell you a story about my family.
Let me first let my family shine on the stage, including my mother who has mastered the lion's roaring skill and piercing eyes, my grandmother who is approachable and amiable, my grandfather who loves reading newspapers and books, and my talented and powerful grandfather. Infinite Dad, the last person to appear is me, who is lively, smart, naughty and cute.
Okay, let’s get back to business. At noon that day, our family of five took a rest on a quiet Sunday. My father was lying on the sofa playing chess with my grandfather, and he made sounds from time to time: "Jump, hit, eat." , General, haha...". Grandma was sitting aside, wearing reading glasses, reading the newspaper intently, I was also watching TV with relish, and my mother was cooking in the kitchen. Everything was so harmonious.
Suddenly, my mother screamed "Ah" with a voice of at least 100 Bei! It seemed like the whole building almost collapsed. I hurriedly ran over and saw my mother, who was confused, with an earthy face, and said hesitantly: "There are... cockroaches... cockroaches." I looked in the direction she pointed, and sure enough, there was an extremely fat cockroach lying on a green patch of land. On the dripping green vegetables, I was burping. I laughed and said to my mother: "Mom, you are still afraid of a small insect." My mother said nervously: "I don't care, get rid of it quickly." Helpless, I had no choice but to pick up the fly and approach it cautiously, but it was quite smart and ran away quickly. By chance, the door opened, and I stepped forward with one foot and trampled the cockroach to death. When I saw it was my father, I took advantage of the situation. I swept the dead cockroach into the sewer and made an OK gesture to my father. At this time, my grandparents arrived. It was really an afterthought.
How about it, this is my colorful family. Story of my family 8
Home is a stage, and everyone in the family is the protagonist on the stage. On the stage at home, stories of happiness, sadness, regret, or sadness are performed every day. .
On the stage at my house, something happened that made my mother sad, my sister angry, and me sad. One day during the summer vacation this year, the leaves outside the window were wilting, and the puppy "Bai Bai" was hiding listlessly in the bushes, sticking out his tongue. I was also very irritable, so I picked up a box of Terensu milk. I drank too much, so I choked. As a result, the milk spat out on the floor. I wiped it with a rag in a hurry and threw it on the ground. My sister saw that I hadn’t wiped it clean and threw it on the floor, so she said to me angrily: “Why don’t you wipe it clean!” After listening to my sister’s words, my mother walked into the room to see what happened. It was all milk, so I said loudly to my sister: "What's going on? Why is there all milk on the ground?" My sister told her mother that it was me. After hearing this, my mother said angrily: "You are my sister, don't you know how to wipe it?" As a result, my sister refused to accept it and said that it was not her who did it, so why should she wipe it? She even quarreled with her mother and said some things that she shouldn't have said. words. I thought to myself: Mom and sister, can you please stop arguing? It’s my fault. But this sentence was never uttered. Later, my mother walked out of the room and I saw her crying. My sister was also very angry. At that time, my heart felt like an overturned five-flavor bottle, which was really unpleasant. I really want to explain to my sister and mother that this incident is my fault and ask them to stop arguing. But I still don't have the courage to explain to them. Later, my sister reluctantly wiped the floor clean and washed the rag again.
Half a year has passed and it’s winter vacation. This incident has also been a long time coming. Although my sister has long forgiven me, this incident has left an indelible trace in my heart. Through this incident, I understood: I need to understand my mother, don’t make it difficult for her, and be brave enough to take responsibility for what I do. As the old saying goes: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you!" My Family's Story 9
On the white wall of my living room, there is a family portrait hanging. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left side of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right side of the wooden chair with a smile on her face. Hey, who is that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that’s me. I held a bunch of blooming flowers and sat between my parents. The expressions of everyone in the photo reveal all kinds of stories that happened in my family. Do you want to know?
A unique father
My father is a computer teacher and is not neat at all. Every morning you can see a bunch of hair on the back of his head sticking up like a cannon in the sky. But he paid no attention to his "glorious image". Dad seems very serious when in front of others, without any sense of humor. But as soon as he got home, he became "unruly" and spouted witticisms from his mouth, making my mother and I unable to straighten our waists.
One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast, and my father jumped up from the bed with a "Ah" sound. While quickly getting dressed, washing his face and brushing his teeth, he shouted: "It's too late, I have to go." I'm late, I'm going to be late..." Then he quickly picked up the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother was quite calm and said: "He will be back soon." I was confused, and I saw my father coming back panting, with a funny expression on his face, saying: "Oh, I really can't." Remember, today is Saturday." I almost choked after hearing this.
A helpful mother
My mother is cheerful, lively and generous. Sometimes I really feel like my mother is like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and willing to help others. She often helps neighbors carry rice and throw away garbage.
One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying to find her mother. When the mother saw it, she hurriedly walked up to the little girl and said, "Kid, can you not find your mother?" "...Mom...no...is missing." The little girl cried. The mother took the little girl's hand and said, "Auntie, will you take you to find your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the main service desk, asked the little girl's mother's name, and called her mother through the radio. We waited at the main service desk for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I wanted to leave, but my mother still stood in front of the main service desk waiting for the little girl’s mother. It wasn’t until the little girl’s mother arrived that she took me to continue shopping.
I care about the environment
Under the nurturing of my parents, I changed from the introverted me when I was a child to a lively and cheerful me. I love nature very much and hate people destroying it arbitrarily. I often pick up rubbish on the street and throw it into the trash can.
Once, my good friends and I saw several middle school students randomly picking green leaves from the branches on the street, exposing the bare trunks of the trees that were originally dense. I was about to step forward to stop me, but my friend grabbed me and said, "Look at how tall they are. What if they hurt you?" I said firmly: "They are destroying nature, and they are destroying ours." Home. We are right, and we should not be afraid of being wrong." So I stepped forward and said to them, "Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. When the middle school students heard this, they blushed and said, "You're right, kid. Thank you." After that, they hurried away. I think it would be great if everyone could protect the environment.
Look, this is the story of my family. My unique father, my helpful mother, and me who care about the environment make up this home full of joy. I love my home. My Family's Story 10
My family's life is equally divided, but very warm and beautiful. Sometimes we are happy, sometimes we are sad... No matter what happens, our family life is still as beautiful.
I believe that various things happen in everyone’s family life. But I am no exception. This incident happened to me, and it taught me the importance of being diligent and frugal and not spending money recklessly. The story of my family
My family’s life is equally divided, but very warm and beautiful. Sometimes we are happy, sometimes we are sad... No matter what happens, our family life is still as beautiful.
I believe that various things happen in everyone’s family life. But I am no exception. This incident happened to me, and it taught me the importance of being diligent and frugal and not spending money recklessly.
This incident happened during the festival. I like the Chinese New Year very much, because not only can I dress well and have a good time during the Chinese New Year, but I can also receive a lot of lucky money. Last year, I received more than 1,500 yuan of lucky money at once. I took the lucky money and felt very happy. My mother-in-law came over and said to me : "Yu Jia, your parents used to take care of the new year's money for you. Now that you have grown up, you will be in charge of this year's money." After hearing this, I felt even more happy, because I I have my own money.
I took the money and thought: This is not a small amount. How can I spend this money meaningfully? I know that my parents work hard every day. My father leaves home to earn money for the family; my mother washes clothes, cooks, and does housework for us every day. Whenever I think of this, I have to be more careful about spending money. The new semester is about to begin again, and I will use the money to buy notebooks and books. Sometimes I will pay for the school fees myself, or order books and newspapers; or sell gifts to my classmates; or... other than these, I will never spend a penny randomly.
I think that by doing this, not only can we learn to be thrifty from childhood, but money can also help us learn to manage and live, so that we can mature faster. My family’s story 11
My family’s story is rich and colorful. Among them are two of the most famous. Next, I will tell you about it.
Once, my parents and I went fishing. At first, my dad went downstairs to start the car. But he waited and waited, but he didn't see me come down to drink. So I called him and asked him why he hadn't come down yet. Mom said she was having a bowel movement. Because dad didn't have breakfast today, he blurted out a sentence. Then I should have known that the food was on its way! ! !
Another time, I had dinner with my mother and nanny Xiao Jin. Are we talking about what to have for breakfast tomorrow? Auntie Xiaojin said: "Just eat some porridge." I asked her back: "I'm hunting for porridge in the morning. I won't be in a hurry to go to school." Auntie Xiaojin quickly responded: "When you get up at night, soak it in urine." Hahahahaha Haha...
My family’s story makes our family more vibrant. I hope these fun things happen permanently. My Family’s Story 12
Perhaps you have only heard of the case of the Gourd Monk cutting the gourd, but have you heard of the case of the parents being confused by the officials? Let me tell you about it.
However, this is indeed as coincidental as a rapeseed falling into a pinhole.
One afternoon, I was doing my homework. The teacher assigned an article called "Life at Home". I searched my entire brain. There is no material at all. Alas, I knocked my head, how should I write it? Suddenly, a cat jumped in. My eyes lit up, and I chased after it quickly like a director seeing a good actor. However, in the end, not only did I fail to catch the actor, I was also taken to court.
It turns out that the inquisitor father has been investigating at the door for a long time, and every move I make has fallen into the eyes of the inquisitor. I just wanted to escape, but the inquisitor sneered and sent a guard to guard me. I intercepted him, ignored my yelling, handcuffed him, and took him to court.
The court is now in session! The judge shouted loudly, which scared me. My father looked at me coldly: Li Minghui, a common man, do you know your guilt? I was so frightened that I didn't dare to look directly into his eyes: Sir, this is unfair! The grass-roots people were rehearsing a piece called "Funny Cat", but they were misunderstood by adults. It was really unfair! You are quibbling! The trial judge rejected my appeal without mercy. I wriggled my mouth like a fish sucking water to express my dissatisfaction and grievances. At this time, my defense lawyer said: Don't be so cruel, be careful of scaring the children, and convince people with reason. So, my father started to take a soft offensive: You, I specially made time for you to write. If you don't write well, forget it, and you are still teasing the cat. I remember when we were young, we had to work whenever we had free time. We would write once every half month. I already had the score in my mind. Now that I have the score in my mind, everything goes smoothly. My "Potato Planting" and "Snake Fighting" still had to pass the county first grade. There's a prize!
Well said, well said! Who is this? It turns out that the teacher came to visit the family: Originally, I came here to see the situation after the school load was reduced, but I didn’t expect to see this family having a court session. It was really unique. The teacher walked up to his parents: "The writing is about real people and real stories. However, many students still wear new shoes and walk the same old road. Some go in circles, and some work behind closed doors at home. The teacher's words made parents dumbfounded. thank.
Since the teacher’s home visit, my father’s attitude towards me has undergone a 180-degree turn, and he rarely holds court meetings anymore. At this time, our family got together, guess what we were doing? We are changing the laws at home. My Family Story 13
My mother is a responsible person. She is not only responsible for her own work, but also very responsible for my study. When I encounter difficulties in study, my mother will teach me.
One day, I was doing math homework, and a performance-enhancing homework stumped me. I can't figure it out. My mother saw it and came over and asked me with concern: "Huixia, are you troubled by the question?" I nodded and said, "Mom, I don't know how to do this question. Can you teach me?" My mother was happy. Said: "Okay." She picked up my notebook and started thinking. Later, she took the trouble to say it over and over again, and I finally understood.
My mother is really a responsible mother. I love my mother. My Family’s Story 14
There are stories everywhere in the world, and stories happen everywhere. That’s because there are countless families in the world, and countless stories can happen in these families if they are randomly arranged. This is a story constitute our lives.
Your family, my family, his family, every family has stories: interesting, happy, sad... These stories are like colorful shells, decorating our childhood.
I remember that day, our family of three had just had dinner. My mother was sorting the dishes in the kitchen, and my father and I were sitting on the sofa to rest. I looked at the alarm clock casually, "Wow! It's half past seven!" I jumped up like a spring, "My cartoon is about to start!" As I said that, I grabbed the remote control, turned on the TV, and enjoyed it. The ground looked up. But within a few minutes, my father couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and said, "Baby, let's watch "The Weekly Show", it's funny and funny!" As he spoke, he reached for the remote control in my hand. "No! No!..." I hurriedly hid the remote control behind my back. "My good girl, be obedient!" Dad put his arm around my shoulders and snatched away the remote control. I was unhappy. I pouted and said, "Daddy is bad, daddy is bad..." while trying to snatch the remote control back, chasing my dad all over the house.
"Okay, okay, how old are you two? You are still making noise like children." Mom walked out of the kitchen, looking like a mediator. "Come on, come on, be good, watch a Korean drama with me, it's so touching! And..." Mom smiled slyly, her purpose clearly revealed.
"Why should we look at you? Protest! Protest!" I stood on the sofa and shouted, and my father cast a supportive look and clapped his hands repeatedly. After hearing this, my mother showed no sign of weakness. She put her arms on her hips, raised her chest, and shouted: "When did you learn to talk back, huh? Go back to your room and read, don't you have a test tomorrow?" Mom pointed at me and then at my father. Said: "As for you, just go and accompany the child." When it comes to my study, no one dares to be careless, so my father and I had to obediently hand over the remote control and walk away. Alas, it's true that "the truth is as high as the devil"!
Look, in the living room, my mother is crossing her legs and happily watching Korean dramas; and in the study, my father is patiently reading I explain the hard questions...
This is the story of my family.
Stories like this happen often, making my home full of laughter and warmth! Story of My Family 15
Everyone has a home, and every home has many different things. This time, I will share my family’s story with you.
Every morning, my parents would wake me up on time, send me to school, and then go shopping for groceries. This has basically become a fixed pattern. However, I, a "lazy" person, stayed in bed for ten minutes every morning, which caused a lot of inconvenience to my father's plan, so my father's "evil actions" began.
This morning, my father woke me up "on time" as usual: "Guo Ziming, it's already seven o'clock. If you don't get up, you will be late!" I opened my eyes when I heard the "wow" sound, Lifting the quilt, he quickly ran into the toilet, picked up a toothbrush and brushed his teeth twice, then washed his "cat face" in a hurry, got dressed at lightning speed, picked up his schoolbag, and walked in three steps I rushed out of the house in two steps, and then urged my father who was "slowly": "Hurry up, or you will be late!" I rushed down the stairs like a flying car. When I was anxiously waiting for my father by the car, , but little did he know that his father was snickering behind him...and this plan also shocked his mother. Once, shortly after my father asked me to get up, my mother hurriedly walked out of the room and said as she walked: "What's seven o'clock? It's only six forty, okay." Then she took out the time on her phone and gave it to her. Dad looks. Dad laughed while watching, but unfortunately I had already gone down the stairs...
In this way, after Dad's "teaching" plan lasted for a week, I finally saw through it. But it was already too late. During this week, I actually got rid of my habit of staying in bed, and sometimes I could get up on my own without my father calling me. Only then did I realize my father’s good intentions, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude.