Our family's favorite dish is called kung pao chicken, so our whole family likes to cook it. The menu of this dish is ....................

Ⅱ. Ending the writing of family stories

Children have a blue home, birds have a broad and free home, and I have a warm and happy home.

Every day my parents have to work hard outside and cook and sweep the floor at home ... however, they have no complaints about me. Whenever I see them tired, I feel very uncomfortable. I think: I must reduce their hard work, let them live comfortably, do what I can, and be a filial boy. So I decided to eat for them.

I got up early the next morning. While my parents were still sleeping, I quickly started cooking. I poured some oil into the pot first, and then boiled three bowls of water. After about three minutes, I only heard the sound of "poop-poop" in the pot, and the lid was still steaming. When I opened the pot, I saw the water boiling. The water is boiling, so you can put the noodles. I recalled that my mother usually put three noodles under it, so I also put three noodles, and the noodles gradually began to sink. Soon, white bubbles appeared in the pot. I thought to myself: the noodles must be cooked, and it's time to put the seasoning. I put some salt, pepper and monosodium glutamate in it, and boiled it for a while, and the noodles were ready. I put noodles in three bowls. At this time, my parents got up. I thought: In the future, I will.

Ⅲ The beginning of my story composition

( 1)

If my life is compared to the sea, family is a stream that flows into the ocean;

If I compare my life to a day, my family is just a cloud dotted with blue sky;

If I compare my life to a piece of paper, my family will be filled with white paper of various colors.

(2)

On the white wall of my living room, there is a family photo. 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, all smiles. Hey, who is that smiling little girl (little boy)? Needless to say, that's me.

(3)

There are many things in my family, sometimes it makes me laugh, sometimes it makes me cry. Wait, I'll be right back. One more thing. ...

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Ⅳ The Story of Home is urgent!

Every classmate should have an exquisite alarm clock at home! And my alarm clock is very different from everyone's. Don't believe it? Come and have a look with me. Hehe, my alarm clock is my great mother.

Autumn has gone quietly, and winter has come quietly. I just want to hide in a comfortable and warm bed and have a good sleep. In this unconscious behavior, I angered my mother, bomb. "Bang-"I vaguely heard the sound of the door being opened. I opened my eyes slightly and saw a vague and familiar image coming towards me. I gently put my mouth to my ear and said, "Get up quickly." Seeing that I didn't respond, she used her secret weapon, the lion's roar, and said, "Look at the ice and snow outside. Everyone else must get up early for work. What about you? Just sleep here and get up quickly. " Because my mother often teaches me that the early bird catches the worm. I am grateful that this voice didn't penetrate my fragile eardrum. Although I was awakened by my mother's roar, I was still very sleepy. I pleaded, "My most beautiful mother, you are the best mother in the world. I just need to get some sleep. " But my mother refused to accept my honeypot mouth and turned to give me clothes and said, "Put them on quickly, don't catch cold, I just bought breakfast." Although it is an irresistible voice, it is full of warmth and care.

I didn't expect my mother to "almost kill me" on a business trip for a few days. The winter vacation is over. Although it's not too cold outside, I still want to curl up under the covers. "Didi-"The alarm clock keeps ringing, but it can't wake me up, you little slacker. I reached out and fell asleep again. After a few minutes, I woke up naturally, picked up the alarm clock and looked, ah! It was half past six, and I cried and said, "Mom, why didn't you call me?" In retrospect, my mother was on a business trip yesterday. I miss my mother so much! I dressed in a hurry, rinsed my mouth, washed my face and ran to school.

My mother took good care of me, nagged me and woke me up in the morning ... all for my own good!

A 600-word composition, a story about the ⅳ family, an ordinary thing.

As the saying goes, my family's story is like this: the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as our own kennel. This is my family. Although I am a child of a divorced family, I think family happiness is like inexhaustible gold.

Naughty me

I'm a little naughty. I caused half the troubles at home. For example, stick gum on the chair and adults will have seats. Chewing gum will stick to them, and then they will fly into a rage. By this time, I would have been far away, and I would have slipped back when their anger subsided. Otherwise, if I have nothing to do, I will change the poems of Andy Lau, a great singer or a great poet to make them angry and funny ┈ Now they stop hitting me, but treat me as their pistachio and adjust their appetite after they are unhappy. Let me ask you a question. Do you know what mouth, field and clothes mean? I'm telling you, it's the feeder. Hello? 1 1 don't take the opportunity to laugh at me. Hey!

"two-faced man" dad

My father is a real two-faced man. He has two faces. On the one hand: when my father is serious, his face is long and his murderous eyes seem to eat me, which makes me afraid to go out. On the other hand: Dad is brilliant when he is happy, and no one can restrain his laughter. Once, because I was holding a nameless paper and saw a bright red 94.5 on it, my dad stared at it with murderous eyes 10 minutes. Just as I was about to be beaten, my dad's phone rang unexpectedly. He laughed for a long time after the phone call, lifted me up in the air and made me fly 360 degrees, which puzzled my two monks. I took the wrong paper. I got 100, and menstruation just called to report the good news! Poor greedy mouse: Sister

My sister is really a greedy mouse. She is not only greedy, but also very stingy! Once his grandmother asked her for candy, and as a result, she threw the candy on the ground and stepped on it and didn't give it to her grandmother. I wonder why she is so greedy and stingy. It turns out that she belongs to a mouse.

Now you understand the meaning of stealing! ! ! !

ⅵ The most beautiful story composition of my family has 208 words at the end.

At the beginning: the stories that my family replied are like a small spray in the sea, countless; The story of my family is like a shining star in the starry sky, which makes me unforgettable. There is such a story that I still can't forget.

Outcome: No matter how gentle the waves are, there will always be ups and downs; No matter how bright the stars are, there will always be dark moments. One story after another makes people happy and sad. It can be said that "some people are happy and some people are sad."

Supplement: End:

My family, my story, is always touching. Parents are the creators of stories, and we are all just passers-by, so we should cherish them.

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ⅶ The beginning and end of the composition "My Family Story" should echo each other.

One Saturday, our people were reading books and newspapers. They are all sleepy and bored. I can always feel the sound in the room. Looking back, I suddenly found a round of "fuse of war"-the mouse "walking" leisurely in my house, which boosted the spirit of our family and was "murderous" to my father and me. "I kicked the mouse, and the mouse' micro-step' attacked and fled, which made my dad laugh for a while and his family laughed. The mouse found itself being chased and ran away.

My father, a man picked up a weapon-broom and chased it with the right mouse button. Why didn't he call? My mother laughed till she covered her stomach. After chasing for a long time, the mouse finally hit my "semi-stop production" and swept away a few meters. The mouse screamed and fled to the end of the sofa. Fortunately, my father and I were quick-sighted and closed the broom block, so the mouse had nowhere to look. The Observer broke into thunderous applause. My father and morale were greatly encouraged. I am the "shadowless foot" of Foshan. The mouse was beaten and rolled, and I smiled. At the end of the battle, the mouse stepped back a few steps, then jumped off the broom and drew a beautiful arc in the air, even jumping out of the encirclement of my father and me!

Like a madman, the mouse ran straight into the chair, scaring his mother to scream. It took a long time for the mouse to recover from the underground god hiding in the cupboard. My father and I laughed and rolled around, and some of them worked hard.

Grandpa caught the mouse, looked at us for a long time, and finally there was a man. In the corner, my mother's grandfather started it for the first time, and then put peanuts outside the shoes. The mouse smelled the fragrance, picked up the peanuts, liked the shoes and flew away. I rushed up, and the cat's shoes fell to the ground with a bang. The mouse shakes out a watch and can't save the "mouse" thing ... the whole family cheers and wins happily.

Oh, this war between rats and people is very interesting! In fact, as long as you think about everything at home carefully, you will find interesting families!

Composition about the beginning and end of the family

There is always a place in the world that gives us shelter when it is stormy and gives us comfort when we are exhausted. Our bodies and souls always need such a place to rest, and this is home. Home is the foundation of our growth, a book that can never be read, a poem full of good wishes, a warm and moving song and a full-bodied wine. Home is so dull. It's fascinating. Home is our safe haven, which brings us warmth and happiness and accompanies us to grow up. Home is like an endless topic, flowing in the works of many literati. Home is a pair of slippers handed by my lover when I return; Home is the smiling face of children jumping into their arms; Home is a steaming piece of rice on the dining table; Home is a sweet double bed reflected by the bedside lamp ... home is a deep love language; Home is nagging; Home is a trivial day that turns over page by page; Home is a string of red peppers hanging under the eaves ... home is a harbor that is moored; Home is a rest stop; Home is the most practical support when sleeping; Home is my husband's rude words-a place where we don't have to hold our farts ... Home is a part of our life, a long and wonderful part of our life. It carries everything for us. When we are traumatized and frustrated, we don't have to be sad, because home has become our partner and confidant. In the long night, we sat at home alone, whispering with our families and letting them listen to our stories. Our song, home, is also the best place to treat pain, which will heal the wounds that are difficult to heal, leave the pain only in yesterday, and make our today more exciting. Sooner or later, the ocean-going ship will sail back to the calm harbor, refuel, repair, load and unload, and meet the maiden voyage. Children who leave home will return to their warm families sooner or later. Home is not just a house, it is a haven for vagrants, and it is also a lifestyle that truly belongs to me, my relatives and my home. Only when you have a home can you be happy, no matter how humble your home is, but this is where real happiness exists. The one-and-a-half-day holiday is very short, and I just want to cry when I say goodbye to my family. I wonder if the mother who waved away would cry? But I know that home is destined to be the destination of my life. This is my family, and she is full of laughter all the time. In this family, I keep making progress and growing. What is home? Someone at home can care about me and let me go. I seem to have gone home at that time. This is home, which reminds people unconsciously. Home, my home, they are so lovely and so beautiful.

ⅸ The Story of Home is 400 words! Ask to write about one thing at home in detail. Urgent! ! !

Say what your family did this day, just 1000 words.