Family style, as an invisible force, has been influencing people imperceptibly. How to write a good selection of family style essays. Below I bring you a selection of essays with the theme of good family style, I hope you like it!

Selected articles on the theme of good family style 1 Family style is not strange to me in the dribs and drabs of life.

In our family, reading is inseparable from us. As long as I can remember, my mother has been reading under the desk lamp every night, no matter how busy she is. My mother read it with relish and laughed from time to time, so I became curious. Is there any magic in the book that can attract my mother? My mother brought me a book to read with me. I have forgotten the name of that book so far, but it attracted me deeply. After that, there was a beautiful landscape at home, and my mother and I enjoyed the fun brought by books every day. At home, there is only the rustling of books and the slight breathing, so quiet that you can hear the sound of a needle falling to the ground. After that, my mother bought a lot of new books for my reading without saying anything. In this good reading atmosphere, books are overflowing, which has benefited me a lot, broadened my knowledge, gained more knowledge and realized a lot of truth.

"A porridge and a meal are hard to come by." This is another family style in our family. I remember when I was a child, almost every time I ate, rice grains fell to the ground, and my father gave me a good scolding for it. I was wronged and puzzled, thinking: didn't I drop a few grains of rice? What's the big deal? I go in one ear and out the other. I don't care. My father saw my dissatisfaction. When I was growing rice, my father took me to the farmland to grow rice with my family. After only a short time, I was so tired that my back ached, I sweated all over and felt paralyzed. Dad then said to me earnestly: "Planting a seed requires farmers to shed a lot of sweat and work hard a hundred times, so we should cherish food." After hearing this, I will never waste food again.

The good family style in our family has benefited me a lot, and I thank my parents for raising me.

As the saying goes, "Fiona Fang cannot live without rules". State-owned laws and family rules. Different families have different family styles. A good family style requires the joint efforts of everyone in the family. The bad aspects should be corrected in time and the good aspects should be continued.

What is family style? Family style is a family cultural style passed down from generation to generation, which reflects the spiritual outlook, moral quality, aesthetic style and overall temperament of family members. Every family has its own family style and precepts, and my family is no exception.

My parents often tell me to treat others with a broad mind, not to haggle over every ounce, to forgive others' mistakes generously and to let bygones be bygones. I remember one night, I was about to sleep when I heard my little sister crying upstairs. The crying has been lingering in my ears. Lying in bed, tossing and turning, I couldn't sleep, thinking: Miss upstairs is really annoying! But when I was about to knock on their door, my mother stopped me and told me not to disturb others. After listening to my mother, I felt terrible. The next morning, my aunt upstairs said to my mother with an apology, "I'm really sorry, my daughter didn't feel well last night. Please forgive me for disturbing you." "It doesn't matter, is your daughter okay!" Mother said with concern. "Nothing, nothing" Aunt waved her hand again and again. "I'm so sorry." I listened to their conversation behind the door and felt very ashamed ... I can't forget it. What I did was wrong, and what my mother did was right. I didn't do what my parents said this time, so I must be kind to others, make friends with my neighbors, be strict with myself and be lenient with others, and let bygones be bygones.

I remember playing hide-and-seek with my father when I was eight years old. I ran into the room when my father wasn't looking, but I didn't notice the glass on the coffee table. When I ran over, my elbow accidentally touched the glass. After a crunchy sound, the cup fell to the ground. I was so scared that I quickly hid. The sound alarmed dad. He turned around and saw the broken glass. After a while, my father came into the room, and my heart was pounding like a rabbit in a cupboard. Dad found me and asked seriously, "Did you break the glass?" After listening to my father's words, I don't know how to answer, thinking: If I admit that I broke it, my father will definitely blame me. What should I do? When my father saw that I was indecisive, he had an answer in his heart and said, "A good boy should be honest. If you did it, you should admit it. " Finally, I got up the courage to say to my father, "I accidentally broke it." I thought my father would criticize me, but instead of being angry, my father kindly said to me, "It is not terrible for a person to make a mistake, as long as he dares to admit it, he is a good boy." The time my father taught me left a deep impression on me, and I still remember it in my heart until now. Since then, I have always insisted on being an honest boy.

My family style is more than that: for example, respecting the old and loving the young, being thrifty and so on. Under their influence, I have developed many good habits. Family style is like a mirror, which can reflect your personal accomplishment from your words and deeds, so a good family style is indispensable to each of us.

Selected essays on the theme of good family style all say "No rules, no Fiona Fang". Yes, everything should be regular. As big as the national rules of the country, as small as the family rules of my family.

After I was sensible, my parents made such a rule: be honest with others, and you, I and he are both happy.

I remember that in a sultry summer, the sun hung high in the blue Wan Li without a white cloud and waited for a while, wrapping the earth with its "enthusiasm", but this "enthusiasm" seemed to have gone too far. The heat wave swam freely in the air, and the cicada on the tree could not stand the attack of this heat wave, and its cry was even more tragic. This harsh cry is even more disturbing.

I should have blown the air conditioner in the cool air-conditioned room, but I had to sit at the door because of the "dead" broken air conditioner. I looked sadly at the sky at a 45-degree angle and looked out of the door for three seconds. I decided to ask my mother for money to buy popsicles!

The canteen was crowded with people, most of whom came to buy popsicles. Finally, I caught two, found the money, didn't count, and went out.

With the popsicle, my boring mood was swept away and I hummed a little song leisurely. I was in a good mood and ordered some money. Hey, how much is it? So, I deserve it? This idea excites me. After all, this is my first time to make money!

The more I think about it, the happier I am, and the whole person seems to be in a soft cloud. Will mom praise me when she knows this? Can you buy me another popsicle? Thinking, the sun in the sky seems to have softened and become less aggressive.

When I got home, I couldn't wait to tell my mother about it. But I don't want to. My mother, who always shows people with a soft smile, suddenly changed her face. Then I was furious: "What's the matter? You are lying! How did I teach you? Don't be a liar! " I was scared by my mother, and tears slowly overflowed my eyes and murmured, "I ... I didn't ..." "No?" My mother snorted and turned away from me. My crying is getting louder and louder, but my mother puts on airs and turns a blind eye to my crying. What's going on here? Isn't mom most afraid of me crying? How come today? ...

Slowly, my throat hurts, and I am too tired to cry anymore. I timidly pulled my mother's skirt and whispered in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, mom." My mother's face softened a little, but she still said to me with a cold face, "You shouldn't say that to me." I nodded, took the money and ran out.

On the way there, I deeply reflected on myself: I shouldn't cheat others just because I want to take advantage.

After returning the money, the boss gave me a thumbs-up and praised me, saying that I was a good boy who could not hide the money, and my heart was full of sweetness. If there were no mother, I wouldn't get this joy, would I?

Since then, this family rule has been set and my motto has become: integrity.

Up to now, the good atmosphere brought by honesty is still spreading in my home, and I have also developed a good habit of being honest with others.

This is the family style and integrity that a family should have. The family style of a family can change a person's words and deeds and a person's life. It is this good family style that has put me on a beautiful road.

Good family style walks with me and grows with me!

Good family style theme essay selection 4 "No leftovers!" Growing up, my father often said this to me. Looking back on my short fourteen years of life, when I was young, this sentence took away most of my memories. So speaking of family style, I think this is it.

My family is an out-and-out farmer except my parents' generation, so that today, there are still a few acres of land in my hometown. When my parents were young, they often farmed in the fields. Perhaps it is this childhood life in the field that formed their feelings of cherishing food especially, and made my father always be strict with me-there must be no leftovers when eating, and how much to eat.

I scorned such an unusual rule, so I learned a lesson.

It was at grandpa's birthday party, and I was overwhelmed with delicious food. That delicious taste exudes someone's fragrance, as if it had become a substance, a hook, and hooked the greedy worm in my stomach. Looking at this sumptuous dish, I had a big appetite and brought a bowl of rice to the table. Compared with plain rice and delicious dishes, I naturally chose the latter. After wolfing down a meal, I propped up my stomach and leaned back in the chair. Look at the cold rice in the bowl. I haven't touched it yet. My heart tightened and I looked at my father subconsciously. I saw him looking at me, too, facing his black pupil. The look in his eyes is so unhappy and serious. His eyes are like a sword in my heart. I feel embarrassed. As you can imagine, my father criticized me very seriously after I came home-this has never happened before. Thanks to his gastritis, I promise it will never happen again, and I will carry this' good' family style to the end.

With this lesson, I didn't make such a "mistake" again, but in my heart, I hated this rule, but my thoughts changed dramatically in that rainy season.

It was a holiday, and my father's family would go to accompany my grandfather. Grandpa is a very simple man. The town in the village is a little far away, and the prices in the town are particularly expensive. It is too extravagant for him to go to town to buy food. Therefore, grandpa planted rice and vegetables in the front yard. Every time I know that we are back, grandpa always digs out fresh vegetables from the ground early to cook for us, but that day was the first time I saw grandpa collect rice.

It was a clear sky in Wan Li, but it rained like a bean, banging on the tiles on the roof, as if it were raining. Grandpa hunched his back, holding a rusty sickle and cutting the straw bit by bit in the most primitive way. His movements are so skillful, but he is a little slow because of his age. The rain seems to be deliberately embarrassing, and it is raining harder. I called my grandfather and told him to stop taking drugs and go home. Through the shower curtain, I can't see grandpa's face clearly, but grandpa's hoarse, even some rough and flat voice came into my ears word by word. He shouted at the top of his lungs, "No, rice is too precious. It's raining today, so it's no use not collecting it. " . It used to be estimated that the family would lose more than half of its annual rations! "

In the evening, eating white rice that looks no different in peacetime, I just think it is more delicious than all the delicious food on the table. Looking at grandpa's thin body sitting on the top of the dining table, I can't help but think of my original thoughts. Steaming rice splashed on my face. I don't know if I was burned by this gas or something, so my face turned red.

In the blink of an eye, my father still said this to me as often as when I was a child. Different from that year, I listened carefully when I grew up. As grandpa said in the autumn rain. Nowadays, the living standard is constantly improving and the living conditions are getting better and better, but some things cannot be changed. In ancient times, there was a saying in Li Shen,' Cut the grain in the afternoon and sweat the earth', which has become an unchanging virtue of our Chinese nation for thousands of years, but after many years, this virtue has gradually faded away from me. People take food as the sky, and food as the sky. We need to cherish it and attach importance to it, otherwise it is not advisable to put the cart before the horse.

I think this is our family style. I will always follow it and pass it on from generation to generation. I will always remember it in my heart. For example, when I was a child, I was severely criticized by my father and family, and the figure that my grandfather put away in rainy days will become an indelible landscape in my memory.

It will always grow with me.

Good family style theme essay selection 5 Our family style is good: empathy, getting along with others, mutual respect and mutual respect.

One thing about empathy is fresh in my memory. My sister's duckling died, and she cried, but I was laughing happily: "My duckling is so cute and arrogant." Grandma went up to her sister and asked why. She said, "Han Han, you are my sister. How could you do that? What would you think if your duck died today and your sister was laughing? " ? Have you ever thought that when my sister is sad, she doesn't take the initiative to comfort her sister, but she is still complacent there. Have you ever thought about empathy? "I immediately realized my mistake and bowed my head to persuade my sister to say," Let's keep this together. "Empathy often happens in our family, such as between mother and grandmother, between me and my parents. Empathy, empathy, our family is a harmonious and happy family.

A professor once said: "The desire for self-esteem is the most urgent requirement in human nature." Respect others, and you will win their respect; If you care about others, you will get their love. In short, to respect and love others means to respect yourself, that is, to get along with others and respect each other. Grandparents, parents often do this. I see it in my eyes and keep it in my heart. I will also love my elders at home, respect my teachers and love my classmates at school.

There are big and small family styles, because my family style is good and I have a happy family. I will always keep this good family style at home.