Chapter 1: The story of my family My family's life is equally divided, but it is warm and beautiful, sometimes happy and sometimes sad ... No matter what happens, our family life is equally beautiful.
I believe all kinds of things will happen in everyone's family life. But I am no exception. This happened to me. It taught me to be frugal and not to spend money recklessly. The story of my family
My family life is equally divided, but it is warm and beautiful, sometimes happy and sometimes sad ... no matter what happens, our family life is still beautiful.
I believe that all kinds of things will happen in everyone's family life, but I am no exception. This happened to me. It taught me to be frugal and not to spend money recklessly.
This happened during the festival. I like China New Year very much, because I not only dress well and have fun, but also receive a lot of lucky money. Last year, I suddenly received the lucky money from 1500 yuan. I am very satisfied with the lucky money. My mother-in-law came up to me and said, "JIA Yu, my parents used to leave you lucky money. Now that you have grown up, you will be in charge of money this year. "
I took the money and thought, this is not a small sum. How can we spend it meaningfully? I know mom and dad work hard every day, and dad leaves his hometown to earn money to support his family. My mother washes clothes, cooks and does housework for us every day. Every time I think about it, I have to spend money more carefully. The new semester is about to start again. I want to buy books and books with this money. Sometimes schools pay their own fees or subscribe to books and newspapers. Or sell gifts to classmates; Or ... Other than that, I won't spend a penny again.
I think by doing this, we can not only learn to be thrifty and thrifty from childhood, but also learn to manage and live, so that we can mature faster.
Chapter two: There are many stories in my family life, and the stories that make people feel warm and happy are nothing more than my own stories.
The story comes from memory, and every time I think about it and do it, I add a new landscape to the "silent sea". In the "ocean" of memory, there are many stories that make me feel deeply. Among them, what impressed me the most is that ...
One summer day, I learned from my mother that my cousin and menstruation would come to my house the day after tomorrow. I jumped up with joy, "hurry up, hurry up. If only my cousin would come soon. " I haven't seen you for two years. I really hope they can come soon. But less than a few days after they came, I felt "unequal" everywhere.
Mother is very happy because her relatives have come. While eating, I kept picking vegetables for my cousin and gave all the delicious food to him. (Boiled chicken, fried vegetables in shrimp sauce, steamed fish, etc ...) "Everything delicious is given to my cousin, but I put it aside. This mother is really not interesting enough. " Think about it, I'm a little angry. To my surprise, my mother, who has been eager to get a butterfly specimen, bought it for my cousin instead of me. Just a few days ago, my cousin gave me more gifts than mine, and now I can't help it. "They are all relatives, but I am closer than them. Why does it all hurt? When they didn't come, my mother looked after me everywhere, but now my mother is with them all day! "
I finally couldn't help asking my mother, "Who would you choose between my cousin and me?" My mother froze. She looked at me and said, "Think for yourself. How did you live in your hometown and how did your relatives treat you? " I wonder, what does this have to do with my lifestyle in my hometown? Aunt's voice called my mother over, and my mother's words pulled me into the ocean of memory.
My grandparents in my hometown look forward to my coming to my hometown every day. He (she) gives me the most special hometown dishes and plays the most interesting hometown dishes. The stars are like the moon. Everyone dotes on me, follows me and surrounds me. Many children envy me very much because I am a child in a big city. That look and expression made me feel extremely proud, as if I were taller than all the children in my hometown. At that moment, compared with the children in my hometown, how could I not feel "unequal everywhere"? How can I confuse affection with hospitality and blindly pursue "equality"?
Oh! I finally understand that we don't need to mention "equality" in our life, whether it's friendship, affection or nostalgia. ....
In the evening, I finished my homework and opened the old photo album with my mother. Suddenly seeing a picture of my grandfather alone reminds me of my haggard grandfather now. What's going on here?
My grandfather is 7 1 year old, but he has always been in good health. He often likes to make me laugh after running in the morning and taking a walk after dinner, but he just can't get rid of the bad habit of eating fat and drinking old wine. When he is old, he will always encounter some problems.
That's when the story began to happen. One day at about 4: 30 in the morning, I was awakened by the sound of running water in my sleep. I thought it was my grandfather who went to the bathroom. I'm usually timid, so I want to pee, so I bravely go outside to the living room to go to the bathroom. When I walked into the toilet, I saw that my grandfather was not there, only the water in the faucet was flowing. After going to the toilet, I gently walked into my grandfather's room and said, "Grandpa, you didn't turn off the tap when you went to the toilet." Grandpa said vaguely, "What?" I said it out loud for three more times, and then grandpa replied, "Oh!" . So, I walked back to my room with confidence. After about 10 minutes, suddenly I found my grandfather came into my room again. Grandma saw it and asked, "What's the matter?" Grandpa said falteringly, "Hou … Yu, Yu … Ting … What did you just say?" I told grandma about the faucet, and grandma found out and told grandpa. Grandpa just heard this, but grandma thought for a moment, no! Then she asked grandpa a few more questions. Some grandfathers couldn't answer, but their words were faltering and vague. At this time, grandma realized that grandpa was ill.
So, mom and dad climbed out of the quilt and took care of grandpa. Later, mom and dad immediately sent grandpa to the hospital. I've been worried about my grandpa getting sick at school, and I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. In the afternoon, my father came to school and gave me the key. By the way, he told me that grandpa had a cerebral infarction and could not move his left side. He had to stay in hospital for a while and go home by himself at night! My eyes immediately filled with tears. I think: Grandpa is safe all his life, but why do people get so sick when they are old? But on second thought, people always get sick when they are old! The complaints in my heart will gradually disappear. Grandpa's illness has brought great pain and pressure to our family, and the happy and harmonious atmosphere in the past has also decreased by one point.
If grandpa could drink less old wine, he wouldn't come to this place. In this touching story, I want to warn everyone that smoking and drinking are harmful to your health. Please smoke less cigarettes and drink less wine. Maybe your family will be happier and your life will be longer!
Chapter 4: My family story "Are you bored?" ! How old am I? I still want to send it! "I yelled at my mother angrily. "I sent you there for your safety! "Mom quickly defended." Come on, that's great to say. Who doesn't know that you are monitoring whether I bought toys on the way? "I dropped my book on the table. "Well, I won't see you off tomorrow." Mother turned back to the bedroom with an angry face and slammed the door.
The next day, I packed my schoolbag and prepared to go to school. Mother poked her head out of the room, looked at the sky and then at me. Her face was full of worries. Her lips moved as if to say something, but she didn't say anything at last.
I walk on the road with measured steps, humming a ditty and walking on the way to school-it's good to have no one to follow me!
The sky is blue and white clouds are floating freely on it. Suddenly, a large dark cloud gathered from all directions. In an instant, the wind was blowing hard, and the dark cloud filled the sky, mixed with lightning and thunder, and then the bean-sized raindrops fell from the sky. Another thunderbolt was deafening. In an instant, the raindrops were connected in a line, and with a bang, heavy rain fell from the sky like the sky fell.
I can only let the rain hit me-I don't have my raincoat! I began to wonder if my words and deeds yesterday were a bit extreme.
After a while, it rained harder. The dense rain column shot down like a sword against the wind, which made me unable to open my eyes. Rain splashed on the concrete pavement, washing it clean. A car sped by, and the splashing sewage got me wet.
I feel sorry for what happened yesterday. My mother did it for my own good, but I refuted my mother in that tone. Damn me!
Mom's here! "I know you didn't bring your raincoat, so I deliberately didn't remind you to teach you a lesson ..." This string of nagging sounds so kind at the moment, and a warm current welled up in my heart. I will never contradict my mother again.
Chapter five: The story of my family If my life is compared to a sea, the family bond is a stream that flows into the sea;
If my life is compared to a day, my family is like a cloud dotted with blue sky;
If my life is compared to a piece of paper, the family bond is a piece of white paper of various colors.
My family is a big family full of joy. Although not rich, sometimes there will be a "financial crisis", and even worse, a "world war" will break out. But I still like it and often add more colors to it.
"Come on, how do you spell this word?" Mother's cry of killing pigs came from the study. I was ready. When I heard the cry for help, I flew to the study at lightning speed. In a short time, my "Chunchun Teaching" came out in the study. "This word is pinyin, alas, that word is not typed like this!" After several rounds, I was exhausted and dizzy, thanks to my mother's stone head. Maybe you don't understand. What's going on? Listen to me.
As the saying goes: "People who can't use computers in 2 1 century are semi-illiterate." Hearing this, my father and I immediately sounded the alarm. My mother knows nothing about computers. At this rate, she will become a great illiterate in the 22 nd century. This matter is urgent. My father and I joined hands to start the "Great Action to Save Modern Illiteracy". After a month of stumbling, my mother finally learned something. She didn't waste our painstaking education.
At the end of the month, the monthly exam kicked off. After clearing his throat, dad looked serious: "It's finally the day. This is a matter of success or failure. Please cheer for this student. " Mom looked confident and said, "No problem!" Then, a crackling keyboard knock sounded, and a few minutes later, an 800-word article was finished by my mother. We were shocked at once. God, I can't believe my eyes. I am a good boy. In the following time, my mother became more and more brave and happy, and her level had a qualitative leap. I can't help but sigh. A month's hard work was not in vain. For this reason, I smiled from ear to ear for several days and felt happy and happy.
If someone asks me what happiness is? I will not hesitate to answer that happiness is nothing more than this family. I will keep it in my heart and taste its fragrance. I am happy to share my parents' joys and sorrows.
This is my home, a happy home; This is the story of my family, a story full of happiness.
Chapter 6: The Story of My Family There is a family portrait hanging on the snow-white wall of my living room. The serious middle-aged man sitting on the left of the wooden chair in the photo is my father, while my mother is sitting on the right of the wooden chair, all smiles. Hey, who's that smiling little girl? Needless to say, that's me. I took a flower and sat between my parents. Everyone's expression in the photo shows all kinds of stories that happened in my family. Do you want to know?
Different fathers
Dad is a computer teacher. He is not neat at all. Every morning, I can see a lock of hair on the back of his head, like a cannon. But he doesn't pay attention to his "glorious image" at all. Dad is serious in front of others and has no sense of humor. But when I got home, I was "presumptuous", and a witty remark came out of his mouth, which made my mother and I stand up straight.
One morning, my mother and I were having breakfast. My father jumped out of bed, dressed quickly, washed his face and brushed his teeth, and shouted, "It's too late, too late, too late …" Then he grabbed the books he needed and hurried downstairs. But my mother said quite calmly, "He will be back soon." My father came back panting and said with a funny expression, "Oh, I really have no memory. Today is Saturday. " I almost choked.
A helpful mother
My mother is cheerful, lively and generous. Sometimes I really feel like a child. My mother is gentle, kind and helpful. She often helps her neighbors carry rice and throw garbage.
One day, my mother and I went shopping in Qinglong. "Mom, mom ..." I saw a little girl with tears on her face, crying for her mother. When her mother saw it, she hurried to the little girl and said, "Little friend, can't you find your mother?" "... mom ... no ... it's gone. The little girl cried, and her mother took her hand and said, "Aunt, will you take you to your mother?" The little girl nodded. The mother took the little girl to the reception desk, asked her mother's name and called her mother by radio. We waited at the reception desk for a long time, but the little girl's mother still didn't come. I wanted to go, but my mother still stood at the front desk waiting for the little girl's mother. She didn't take me to continue shopping until the little girl's mother came.
I love the environment.
Under the cultivation of my parents, I changed from introverted as a child to lively and cheerful. I love nature very much and hate it when people destroy it at will. I often pick up rubbish in the street and throw it into the dustbin.
Once, my good friend and I saw several middle school students picking green leaves on branches at will, which made the originally dense trees bare. I was going to stop it, but my friend grabbed me and said, "What if they are so big and hurt you?" I said firmly, "They are destroying nature, that is, destroying our home. We are right, and we should not be afraid of mistakes. " So I went up to them and said, "Big Brother, you can't destroy nature at will. Trees are alive. You are destroying our home. " The middle school student blushed and said, "You're right, little friend, thank you." Say that finish and leave in a hurry. I think it would be nice if everyone could protect the environment.
Look, this is my family story. A unique father, a helpful mother and I who care for the environment make up this happy family. I love my home.
Chapter 7: My Family Story My family life is very happy. My father, mother, brother and I, a family of four, live a life full of joys and sorrows. Let's go and have a look with me.
Happy new year
It's New Year! It's New Year! My brother ran into the house screaming. "ah! Why did you run? Son, give me the lollipop in your hand! " I shouted. "If you don't give it, don't give it!" We fought. At this time, dad came back. I have a box of things in my arms and I don't know what it is. "Stop it, stop it! See what good things your dad brought. " My mother, who was posting Spring Festival couplets, spoke, and my brother and I quickly ran over to turn it over. Wow! Big crabs, chicken wings, ribs and kebabs ... My brother almost drooled when he saw them. "When shall we eat?" "Bah!" Just you greedy cat, haha! I won't give it to you, haha! "We fight again. ...
② Cooking competition
On Sunday morning, my family is full of tension and dignity, because a cooking competition is about to be staged, and the contestants are mom and dad. The judges are me and my brother.
First of all, my mother came on stage. My mother took out an eggplant, cut it into pieces and cut it with washed green peppers. Oh? It turned out to be homemade vegetarian eggplant! I saw my mother fry the eggplant into golden brown first, then put some pepper and salt ... stir-fry, fast and cool. The eggplant with green pepper in the pot is like a jazz tap dancer: it keeps jumping.
Next, contestant number two's father came on stage. Dad's entry menu is Chongqing spicy chicken. He first diced the chicken breast, then sauteed the red pepper in the pot, and added the diced chicken and monosodium glutamate ... Soon, a spicy Sichuan dish, Chongqing Spicy Chicken, came out of the pot.
Two delicious dishes were placed in front of me, and my brother and I tasted them bite by bite. Wow! Comparable. Everything is delicious. This is very difficult for me and my brother. Who will win? Listen: "Hui Hui, don't you want Transformers? Rong Rong, don't you want to play speed skateboarding? " It's over. The judge has been bought off. Oh, my God, somebody help us!
This is the happy life of my family. Do you want to come to my house after listening to this little story? Welcome to visit!
Chapter 8: If we want to tell the story of my family who has the most stories, it must be our family. If I say it, it will take three days and three nights to finish! A lot of things come to mind, it's really sweet, sour, spicy and salty, and life is really five flavors!
Acid: In the early spring of that year, the weather was not warm and the temperature was very low. Kicked off the quilt when sleeping at night, and caught fire before dawn. At that time, I felt that I was falling apart, and I couldn't lift my spirits, which was particularly uncomfortable. My head is so hot and dizzy that it seems to explode. But my little hand was cold, so I had to put my hand on my forehead ... My mother saw that I was not feeling well, so she called my father to take me to the hospital. Before my father put on his cotton-padded jacket, he quickly went downstairs to start the car and waited for my mother and me to go downstairs. We took the bus for nearly half an hour. In this half an hour, I went to the provincial people's hospital as soon as it was a year. My father kept registering me, taking me to see a doctor, paying fees, taking me to queue up for intravenous drip, while my mother accompanied me, helped me and asked questions. During the long infusion process, my mother told me stories and my father told me jokes to make me happy. Although the weather is cold, a warm current flows into my heart. Like the warm sunshine shining on my heart, like the March breeze stroking me, my eyes were moist, tears filled my eyes, and I couldn't help crying. In retrospect, my parents cooked delicious meals for me, took pains to send me to class, and urged me to listen carefully in class. Looking at mother's tired figure. Looking at my father's gray temples and more white hair, my heart felt bitter. ...
Sweetness: the happiest thing. It happened in spring. My father bought me a squirrel. I call it "heavy hair". It's wearing a khaki coat with several black stripes on its back, and it looks particularly cute. "Heavy Hair" is a veritable pet. It often makes me laugh and almost breaks my stomach. It also pretended to disappear. In short, with its company, my life became so happy!
Bitterness: The most painful thing happened in this hot summer. My mother finally bought me a green slug under my soft grinding and hard foam. Children's curiosity is always the strongest. I quietly opened the door of the fruit cage, and the fruit jumped out like crazy. I didn't want to be scolded by my mother, so I reached for it. As a result, I was bitten by this cute little slug. Hey! How painful!
Spicy: the happiest thing. Last winter, the temperature plummeted and it snowed heavily. I went to my grandparents' house to play. It is better to catch up early than to catch up by chance. It's good that grandma has a lot of sweet potatoes. I looked at these sweet potatoes and seemed to taste the sweetness, so I decided to bake them. I made a "well" shape with firewood, baked it for a long time, and finally the sweet potato was cooked. I tore off the sweet potato skin and couldn't wait to take a bite. It's really delicious, sweet and fragrant. Delicious on earth! It's just that I burned my hand while baking sweet potatoes, and it hurts when I touch it. Do you think it's spicy?
Want to eat baked sweet potatoes and listen to our family story? Then come to our house quickly! If you come late, you can only listen to stories! Goodbye! Bye. You may say why the "salty" taste didn't appear, because the author left it to you. When you go to my house and listen to my story, I think the "salty" taste will naturally come out.