My grandfather
I have a good grandfather. Look, it's my grandfather who is smoking in the chair.
Grandpa is tall, slightly hunched and thin! Dazzling hair and melancholy eyes, I can see that grandpa is annoyed again. Grandpa has countless wrinkles. ...
A few years ago, grandpa was admitted to the hospital for surgery because of his bad stomach. Looking at grandpa's face and body, grandpa kept stroking my cousin's head and mine. I don't know why I cried. Grandpa is still very strong to say to us: "I am healthy, don't worry, I am fine." In this way, grandpa's health gradually improved. But it didn't last long. Grandpa is ill again. I already knew at that time that the news was like a bolt from the blue.
I remember that cold winter when I suddenly had a fever. Grandpa willy-nilly, let people wrap me tightly in clothes and crustily skin of head ran to the hospital. I still remember that the wind pierced my grandfather's body like a needle that day, but he held me tightly, and he suddenly rushed to the enemy like a brave soldier ... When he arrived at the hospital, he was relieved that his grandfather was in a hurry and handed it over to the doctor. In the evening, Grandpa still spends a long time putting me to sleep, while Grandpa stays up late. ...
My grandpa, you are so kind! You care about me everywhere in your life, give me warm love, and I will love you deeply, my good grandfather.
(2) My story composition with my family.
The Story of Me and My Family-Part One
"The sky is coming, the moon is coming, and the sun and the moon are pushing each other; It is summer when it is cold, summer when it is cold, summer when it is cold, and summer when it is cold. " Time flies, pushing people forward, and before I know it, I am 18 years old.
18 years old, independent age, in this year, I will no longer be a child, but an adult.
18 years is very long and short. It is very long, because it makes me forget too much; It's short because at 18, I have grown up, but my parents have gray temples.
18 years has changed me a lot. I'm no longer that silly kid who loves to play with his sister and cry all day. I began to have my own thoughts and secrets. And the way I get along with my family is also changing subtly.
18 years ago, I was just a bird hiding under a big tree. 18 years later, I want to fly, and I want to be able to protect the people I love.
That year, my mother was ill and was taken to the hospital in the middle of the night. I am anxious and want to care more about her, but because the final exam is coming soon, my mother keeps everything from me and won't let my father tell me. She only wants me to do well in the exam, but she wants me to spend more time with her. I am anxious to see my father wandering between home and hospital every day, but no matter how I ask, the answer is just "Your mother is fine, it will be fine in a few days."
Finally, before the exam, I persuaded my father to take me to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at my mother's thin face. My nose is sour and I feel a little distressed. But some kind of consciousness reminds me: "No! Never cry in front of your mother, it will make her sad! " So I had to ask questions to distract me, but my mother thought I was playful and asked me to go home early to review. I'm sorry to hear that, because my mother doesn't know the real reason why I did it.
I always feel that there is a deep gap between my mother and me that I can't cross. We can only look at each other across the bank. Just like my mother's personality, it widens the gap.
/kloc-in 0/8 years, every bit of life has changed me all the time. Gradually, I began to be reluctant to share my thoughts with others. No matter what I think, I almost never tell others, just because I'm afraid that others sometimes don't understand me, and I'm even more afraid that I will make others worry. The book says: If I have a happy grass, I will give it to you, because I want to make you happy; If I had two, I would give you one, and I would be very happy. If I have three happy grasses, I will give you two and one to me, because I hope you are happier than me! So I just hope that what I bring to others is only happiness, not trouble.
From 65438 to 2008, under the influence of my father, both he and I enjoyed watching TV dramas with war themes, such as "Bright Sword". Every time I watch it, we always talk and teach me a lot.
My father and I both hate a neighbor because she always likes to take advantage of others, and she is also very conceited. Every time I see her, I can't help cursing in my heart, but my father is very tolerant. As long as it is not excessive, she won't care.
Many times, my father is very modest. He doesn't have many words, but he can deeply influence me. But unfortunately, I didn't learn his modest character. When I am with my father, I always feel that I am with an old friend. There is no generation gap, no impurities from different times. Only happiness, understanding and care. ...
From 65438 to 2008, my father always guided me forward like the dawn. Under his guidance, I fell in love with mathematics. Under his influence, I fell in love with the quiet rural life. With his help, I overcame obstacles again and again and went forward bravely.
18 years, and its length cannot be calculated. In retrospect, there seems to be too few stories with parents. Calm as the sea, but once you find the end, it will pour out like a flood.
Zi said in Sichuan: the deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night.
I don't know what I will think of my family after 18, but I believe that 18 can change too many things and happen too many stories. Maybe at that time, I can really be a towering tree in my family to protect my family and write our stories.
Author: I-I am very happy every night.
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(3) Junior high school students' composition "The Story of Me and My Family"
The story of me and my family
My home is very simple, just me and my parents. They are old and look lonely. But with me around, the silent room is alive.
Whenever I come home from work, I become their announcer at the dinner table. Which teacher in the school bought new clothes and changed hair styles, which teacher had fresh recipes, what was said at the school meeting, how did the students behave in class, and how short the west was? These are trivial things in life, but they stay at home and are hard to know. They listened with relish. Sometimes comment a few words and talk about your own views. The whole dining table became a big conference room, just like a family meeting. The delicious food floats between your lines. Their life is simple, but because I don't stop reporting, it becomes rich and interesting.
My mother likes playing poker. Whenever she goes out to play after dinner, her father will say "come to my senses". And I will say, "She can play whenever she wants, and she can stay at home all the time". After listening to what I said, my father lost his breath and went to watch TV. When my mother comes back from playing poker, I always ask, "Who won?" . Mom is like a few treasures: "Your aunt lost fifteen grains of corn, Liu Rong's daughter-in-law won two grains, Lao Lou's family won ten grains, and I won three grains." Winning or losing is different every time. In the round-trip turnover of corn kernels, they played seriously and unequivocally. It's like winning a house and losing land. Everything is clear.
Mom seems to be much younger when playing poker.
When chatting with my mother, I always forget to remind her: "Eat early and have fun." With my support, my mother is happier.
Dad likes listening to the radio. Whenever there is something important, he will tell me and discuss national affairs with me. It seems that he has become president who cares about the country and the people, and I have become his clerk. He never said this to his mother, who only cares about her three meals a day, daily necessities. Sometimes I have to say, Dad, "What's the use of listening to that? You have the final say! " "And I helped my father say," It's useless. It's a little embarrassing. No one can fool people who understand the policy. "In the news, my father and I formed a united front, and we are bosom friends.
Whenever I wake up in the morning, the first thing is to turn on the radio. My father won't get up when he listens. I open the door when I'm cooking, and sometimes fumes run all over the house. Mother calls us radio fans.
I know that no one can change the habits that old people have developed all their lives. They live according to their own habits, which is very smooth and happy. I, on the other hand, shuttled through their respective lives, making them have more fun with each other. Old people need to be coaxed to be happy. Therefore, my stories with them are always interesting and affectionate.
Lots of stories, lots of happiness.
(4) The story of me and my relatives (write a composition)
When he first entered junior high school, his mother held her and cried. She cried because she was hungry and didn't know the pain of losing her parents. He is very happy that a "sister Lin" has fallen from the sky. In high school, he took her by the hand and sent her to kindergarten. She always pulled him away at the moment he let go, stood on tiptoe, kissed his soft mouth on his cheek, kissed him again, and immediately turned and ran to her classroom. He has been worried about her wrestling and shouted after him: Little sister, slow down! She answered happily, but did not turn around. The bow on the skirt is running and spreading its wings. After graduating from high school, he was admitted to a local university, and she was just 7 years old. The doctor said that 7 years old is the best age for heart surgery. He asked for leave to take care of her with his mother. His heart tightened when he saw his father's signature hand shaking, but he bought her favorite comic album and read it to her vividly. After the operation, she woke up and called out "Brother" with great difficulty. The voice was misty, causing him to run out of the ward, holding Metasequoia glyptostroboides in the hospital and crying like a child. After graduating from college, he had many opportunities to go to a bigger city and find a position more suitable for him, but he always refused. Mother urged him, but he just kept silent. When he was in a hurry, he said, if I leave, my little sister will die! His mother scolded him for talking nonsense, but she no longer forced him to go abroad. In early summer, when the water chestnut was first listed, she clamored for him to buy it back to eat. He refused, fearing that the hard water chestnut would break her hand or lips. She pretended to sob, but looked at his reaction through her fingers. He knew it and didn't expose it. She bought two catties of water chestnuts, cut them off one by one with a kitchen knife and squeezed out white rice one by one. She just picked it up and threw it in her mouth, and she was anxious. She smiled smugly, picked up a big one and threw it into his mouth. In high school, she was weak and her grades were always inferior to others. He simply changed to a leisure job with a much lower salary, but he can go home from work to tutor her every day. She cried, he coaxed, she smiled, and he also smiled: "Little sister, when will you grow up?" When she entered the university, he was near and single. She began to take the boys home, happy and sweet. His mother urged him to get married, so he had to talk about his next girlfriend. When she met him, she politely called his girlfriend her sister and went hand in hand to a small shop called Ayaya to buy girls' red makeup. The next spring, he went to Beijing to develop at the request of his girlfriend, worried about her, and she smiled easily and said, Brother, why are you so wordy? My parents and boyfriend are covering for me! In autumn, without any prediction and preparation, she had a heart attack. He hurried back and never heard her call him brother again. The boy she once brought home stopped him: I was never her boyfriend. She only said that my brother was no better than my own, and I sacrificed too much for her to give him a normal life. He cleaned her bedroom carefully, as if she would come back from school as usual, but on the dresser, she met the tumbler he gave her. During the violent shaking, he saw two small lines engraved on the bottom: poems about the past and heartbroken. I don't know if you are stupid. That's her handwriting, probably carved after he went to Beijing. He fell to the ground with a glass, his heart ached. He has been waiting for her to grow up, but he doesn't know that in the fleeting time, she already knows that there is a kind of love in the world called perfection ......... ……ps (this is someone else's story) should be ok?
⑤ Story composition of my family and me 100 words.
My story with my parents.
Many, many things that happened between my parents and me remind me. There are happy things and hurt things.
Heart problem ...
But one thing I remember clearly is that one day I came home from school and turned on the TV. There was a wonderful TV program, and my mother shouted, "Turn off the TV and do your homework!" " "There is no tone like thunder, but it is like the power of thunder. Unconsciously but wisely, I turned off the TV and did my homework. At the same time, I complained: "Where did you get so much homework? Very annoying. "At this time, my father came over and said that it is not impossible to watch TV programs, but it is right to put learning first. After listening to it, I thought about it and went to do my homework. Suddenly a topic stumped me.
Dad said, "Which question is it?" So I pointed out to my father what I couldn't do, and he was thinking about it, but
Yes, I'm reading a novel and I've been talking about it. Dad asked me, "Did the teacher tell you how to do this problem?"
I said, "Yes." Dad said, "Since the teacher said so, why can't you do it?" "I said," I forgot the answer. "dad
Very angry. I threw my novel on the ground. Why don't you listen? What novels do you read when you write?
All right.
At this moment, my mother came to me and told me to study hard and gain knowledge and culture. Only when I grow up can I become a useful person. Although my mother's words are brief, they are deeply imprinted in my heart. I can't answer them in words, but I can only prove them with actions and express them with my heart! Since then, I have never made the same mistake. .....
Just a few days before Women's Day, I bought carnations for my mother with lucky money and wished her a happy holiday. I will definitely remember what you said and will definitely work hard. Just like a novel says, dad is the mountain of spring, mom is the rain of spring, and mom and dad are the most gorgeous spring for children. ...........
Dad's birthday.
Dad's birthday is coming. What gift should I give him? I think hard.
I have a good father. Although he is a little impatient sometimes, I can feel that he loves my mother and me very much. For example, when we take things, my father gives the lightest ones to my mother and me, and the heaviest ones are taken by himself. Sometimes my father is away on business, but my heart cares about us every day, sending us messages and calling us often; There are some strange delicious things at home, and he will say, "I don't want to eat, you eat!" " "In fact, I know that dad is not unwilling to eat, but unwilling to eat.
Thinking of this, I was inspired. I want to draw a picture for my father. First, I divided a piece of paper into two halves. In the first half, I drew a big tree, which represented my father, and a child under the tree represented myself. Then I wrote beside me: When I was a child, my father was like a big tree, propping up a sky for me and sheltering me from the wind and rain. In another part, I also drew a big tree, but this big tree no longer represents my father, but I drew an old man under the tree to represent my father. I wrote beside it: When I grow up, I want to be like a big tree, sheltering my old father from the wind and rain. My present is ready, and I gave it to my father.
Dad looked at this painting over and over again and said excitedly, "My son has grown up and is sensible!" " "Dad, I sincerely wish you a happy birthday, health and happiness!
6. The composition of my story with my relatives.
It is beauty to live the true nature. When farmers flock to the city for gold digging with infinite expectations, but city dwellers are struggling to stay in the city because of their lust for tenderness and wealth, there are such a group of people who cling to their own ideals, stay away from the city with prosperous business and surging desire, and go to the hinterland to play with art. The painters in Farmer's Bookstore show the living state of an artist group on the edge of the city and the countryside. There are all kinds of artists here: some made their fortune in business in the sea, so they picked up brushes and bought high-rise houses in the farmhouse, and really lived a life just for art; Some people have nothing but art. When they are really poor, they go back to the city to sell one or two kitsch paintings. After they get the money, they go back to the farmhouse to meditate on their works of art. After wandering around for art, more people come here with all kinds of complicated mentality. This is not only the end of the past, but also the beginning of a new life. Is it really necessary for artistic creation to be realized in this situation of deviating from normal life? This kind of questioning makes the artist's behavior look a bit suspicious. Although there are many successful people in the painter village, more and more people wander all their lives for art and stumble forward for their ideals. However, on another level, this phenomenon also leads to thinking about individual value and the meaning of life. What is the life you need and how to prove the value of life. In this regard, artists seem very calm, and farmers paint just for fun. Painting as you like, occasionally taking orders, life and art are right. Aside from the way of creating artistic value, I appreciate the artist's persistence in ideals and detachment from matter. After all, in a society where the artistic situation is increasingly bleak, it is commendable to be able to resolutely pull away for your own ideals. In contrast, some people who abandon their ideals for money, do nothing in a big city and work hard are small and pitiful. There was once a senior journalist who traveled around the world to explore the little-known living conditions in the world and wrote down his own feelings and epiphany in words, which made people feel deeply after reading it. The world is big, and there is always a state of life beyond ordinary people's cognition. We should adopt a pluralistic and tolerant attitude towards this. No matter what kind of life, as long as live high is authentic, it is true and beautiful.
⑦ Story composition of me and my relatives.
I was born not long ago, about five months. My mother left me for Suzhou to do business. I will live with my grandparents until I go to school. They provided me with food and shelter and tried to bring me up.
One summer, I may be only 9 years old. It was a frolic time. My sister and I went to the park near my home to play. This is a small park, but there are memories of childhood. My sister and I go to the park whenever we are free. Every time we go to the park, we have to cross the country road with little traffic. I was behind my sister when suddenly a tractor came and ran over me. My grandparents took me to the hospital in a hurry, and the doctor said, "Only filming can't be seen." One film came down and the result was an ankle fracture. I reported that I had rested at home in a plaster for two months. As a result, since then, my feet have left sequelae. As long as you run or walk for too long, your feet will hurt.
At the beginning of school, my classmates went to school in a good mood, but I was not happy at all. Because my feet are not completely. Every time I go home on holiday, grandpa buys me a lot of delicious food. After I finished my homework, grandpa rubbed my legs. Day after day, my legs are completely healed, and I can move freely as before. I like grandpa's loving eyes, which are full of love for me.
Family love is the happiest thing in the world, and everyone has stories with their families. Being with family is real and warm. I love my family.