The story of my family
My Family Story 1
I tried to joke that my parents are a pair of inseparable partners, as if they had boiled the husband and wife into relatives. Every day, I talk endlessly about who mops the floor and washes the dishes, who teaches my studies and who takes care of my diet.
listen! "Don't put your feet on the coffee table!" My mother, like lion roars, yelled at my dad again, glaring and glaring, as if the spirit of rushing to the crown could match that of "rushing to the bullfight". Seeing that his right to watch TV comfortably was exploited, my dad relentlessly took out his knack for guarding the house: "How can I watch TV if the coffee table can't be put?". The purpose of goods is to exist for people's enjoyment. If you don't let me go, you are not people-oriented! " When my dad finished speaking, he fell down on the mat that my mom had just laid, leaning against his arm, which was quite a bit of a provocation. Sure enough, my mother's anger suddenly burned. "You heartless, I really regret marrying you!" " Outside the study, they tinkled, singing and playing for a while, and opening their voices in Shaanxi opera for a while, making people so upset that they couldn't wait to take them to the Civil Affairs Bureau for divorce.
what about me? Most of them take out a love masterpiece or movie and give them some advice.
"Well, look at the protagonist in Pride and Prejudice. Before marriage, they love each other and kill each other, and after marriage, they are sweet."
"Alas, look at Jane Eyre, who abandoned her love view without being driven by the rich and powerful. Look at you two again, it's like putting toads in a pile of mice-a nest is more poisonous than a nest, and you are married according to the secular. "
I am full of irony and criticism, but my parents seem to turn a deaf ear. One continued to drag the mop in his hand and stood still; One put the bowl into the dishwasher mechanically and banged it. As if nothing had happened, as if I didn't care about their ridicule and continued to maintain the original monotony and dullness of life.
until valentine's day this year, the story of my family took a turning point.
My parents, who drove quietly to Dongtou in the early morning when I was sleeping, were awakened by a note, which even frightened me-
I can imagine my parents galloping on the road with flowers blooming, like in college, with infinite passion for life and delicacy like shy boys and girls; I can imagine my father driving a herdsman, flying endlessly, and my mother on the co-pilot, with her hair flying happily under the breeze; I can imagine my mother stepping on golden sand and laughing heartily at my father's camera on the boundless blue sea. I can also imagine them lying in the early morning of sunrise, with bright red and blooming roses on their beds. It is the sweet wind full of love in the air, the ease of doing housework without tossing and turning, and the laughingstock of my parents.
There is a high-scoring comment in the trilogy "Love in": "If you can keep the freshness before marriage after more than ten years of marriage, it is outrageous. "The men and women in the play have spent 19 years, getting old gradually, and from the initial flirting of" love at dawn "to the mutual boredom and silence of" love at sunset and dusk ". I thought that my parents, who were willing to be silent, made such a move. This is a brand-new story for my family.
Dad once told me that he wanted to surprise my mother in his ordinary life, but he was always tied up in his work. He also fantasized that in the years of flower season, the experience of holding hands and visiting Yunnan could be repeated. As in the novel, a bouquet of white roses is inserted in the vase in the bedroom every day, so that my mother can see a fresh, sweet and flowery life as soon as she opens her eyes. When dad said it, there was always a little flicker of hope in his eyes. I understand, this is their love, a dream story.
In the monotonous life, my parents have many collisions, but they are not trapped in the quagmire of life, and they are not in the ordinary.
I just stood on the windowsill, still holding the note in my hand, and suddenly found a unique and beautiful story in my family. My story 2
"Cough, cough ..." A low coughing sound came, and it seemed that a broken bellows was hidden in my mother's lungs.
I heard my father get up and pour water for my mother, patting her on the back: "You'd better go to the hospital tomorrow." "Ahem, there is an important meeting tomorrow, so wait for the weekend." My mother's voice was full of hoarseness and fatigue. Sleepy-eyed, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was midnight.
when I get up in the morning, a hearty breakfast has already been placed on the table, and a ray of sunshine is projected on my mother's busy figure, which is faintly warm. Remembering the situation last night, I asked, "Mom, you coughed so badly last night, why didn't you sleep more?" "Oh, I have something to do at work today, so I have to go early," my mother said apologetically. "I woke you up last night." I looked at my mother's bloodshot eyes and hurriedly said "no no", while gently hugging my mother's back.
The theme of the afternoon thinking class is "My family". When we saw the teacher show the deformed word "home" and "three people holding hands under a roof", we all felt very interesting. The teacher asked us to go back and think about "what is the connotation of home"?
After school, I went home along a familiar road and walked past the pharmacy door. I suddenly stopped, thought about it and turned around and entered the pharmacy. "Auntie, I want to buy a bottle of cough medicine." "Is it yourself?" "No, it's for my mother. She coughs and can't sleep at night." My aunt kept praising me for my filial piety while carefully helping me to choose potions. I couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. In front of me, there seemed to be a picture of my mother carefully matching three nutritious meals every day, neatly stacking clothes at the bedside in the morning, and driving me to cram school on weekends ... It was my mother who had been paying for me, but I turned a blind eye to her love, and sometimes even bothered her ... Suddenly, shame occupied my heart.
when I got home, my mother was cooking dinner. I handed my mother the cough medicine. My mother looked at me with surprise: "Did you buy this for me?" "Yes, let me put it on the table for you." The door rang, and my father came back. He couldn't wait to change his shoes. He took out something in his bag and eagerly handed it to his mother. My mother and I looked intently and couldn't help laughing. My father was a little confused. When I pointed to the same bottle of cough syrup on the table, he also smiled heartily. Looking at my parents' smiling faces, a warm current surged in my heart.
At this moment, I suddenly understood the "meaning of home" that Teacher Sipin asked us to think about. Isn't the connotation of "home" the mutual love and care between families under the same roof? Yes, it must be.
this is the story of my family. Story of my family 3
I believe that everyone has had some touching stories at home, and my family is no exception. I will also list one or two things today to tell you the story of my family.
I remember one night, I was lying in bed with a fever, moaning. When my mother knew, she quickly took a thermometer to measure my temperature. In the process, I saw my mother's face full of worry. I wanted to comfort my mother and tell her that I was fine, but my voice was low and hoarse. Only then did I realize the severity of my fever. I feel groggy and want to sleep. My mother pulled out a thermometer for me, and I was surprised to find that I had a fever of 4. It's 8 degrees. At this time, my mother was anxious like an ant on hot bricks. Without thinking much, she picked up a basin and towel and went to the bathroom to fetch water. Soon my mother came back, and she wrung out the towel and put it on my forehead. In this way, this action was repeated once, twice, three times and four times ... Seeing that there was no improvement, my mother wrapped me in my thickest clothes and even had no time to change my slippers, so she picked me up and carried me out of the door. Because it was already 11 o'clock at night, all the buses stopped. Looking at my mother's anxious expression, my heart became tense. Finally, a taxi was stopped and we rushed to the hospital. Mother put me down carefully and she went to register. As soon as I got off my mother, I felt like I was walking in the air, all soft and weak. After my mother hung up the number, she went to take my temperature behind my back. The temperature was 4 degrees, and finally it dropped a little. But my mother didn't relax at all. She took me for injections, bought medicine and fed me medicine non-stop ... It was not until early morning that my temperature slowly returned to normal. At this moment, I found that my mother had not slept a wink all night to take care of me, and her face was gaunt.
when I got home, my mother went to cook porridge and fed me bite by bite. By noon, I was almost well. At this time, my mother breathed a long sigh of relief.
If you observe carefully, you will find that every little thing in life is full of warm love. I want to say to my mother, "Mom, you have worked hard. No matter when and where, I will never forget your love for me." My family story 4
The night is low and the lights are dim.
the car went around the mountain road, and you could see the yellow halo in the fishing village from a distance. I don't know why, the lights at night in my hometown are always darker than in the city. I remember the last time my father took the whole family back to my grandmother's house. Because I was ill, my father took my sister to the lake to catch crabs once. I was always upset, secretly unhappy for a long time, and blamed my father for being eccentric. This time, I must show my skills and become a crab "killer" who scares crabs.
"The autumn wind makes the crab's feet itch." The next day, I got up early and the weather was slightly cold. I hummed a little song all the way and skipped to the river, and I couldn't wait for the groundwater. Daming Lake in my hometown is beautiful, with clear water and aquatic plants swaying in the sun. I rummaged through the stones and looked around, but, let alone catching crabs, I didn't even see the little snail. Time passes quickly. Dad and the others have caught as many as half a bucket of crabs. However, there is only a quiet water in my bucket, and sometimes it moves with the wind.
I had to walk dejectedly to the water's edge and sit down. Hey, seeing crabs, it's really "a deliberate effort to plant flowers and flowers will not bloom, but an unintentional effort to plant willows in the shade". I reached out and caught the little crab with lightning speed. But it held my hand not to be outdone. I can only get rid of it in pain, and it runs away.
Mom really couldn't see the past, so she came over and taught me the "secret book" of catching crabs: first, you should turn over the stones, which is generally the "lair" of crabs, and then, you should grab the crabs by the back and above the pliers, so as not to get caught by crabs. As soon as I heard this, a happy smile appeared on my face, as if I had caught many crabs.
after I knew the method, I moved the stone, and when I saw a crab, I reached for it. With my mother's method, crabs can't escape my "Wuzhishan" no matter how hard they struggle. Gradually, I was on a roll all the way, and I caught a lot of crabs accurately. The bucket changed from silent water to a "cage" full of crabs. Every crab struggles to climb up, but it can't escape the fate of sliding to the bottom of the bucket.
the red wheel sets in the west, and the night is as cool as water. It's time for us to go home, carrying the bucket of "bumper harvest", laughing and laughing all the way, and returning home with a full load. My family's story 5
I especially like the pickles pickled by grandma. The pickles pickled by grandma are crisp and fresh, and I especially like them. Not only I love it, but all my family love it!
grandma is going to start pickling pickles for us again. Grandma bought some fresh and tender cucumbers from the market, so I happily said to her, "Grandma, now I can see how you pickle pickles." Grandma Nunu said, "It's still early. You should wash and dry the cucumber first, then cut it into strips and remove the pulp before you can pickle it with salt. Grandma squeezed out the pickled cucumber water, then hung the cucumber strips in a ventilated place and blew them for a day, let them dry and then marinate.
after a day, grandma took the dried cucumber strips into the kitchen and began to pickle pickles. I can't wait to come to the kitchen and watch grandma pickle. I saw grandma first bring a transparent glass container, put some water and detergent in the container, washed the glass container inside and out, and then dried the water in the container with a clean dry towel. Then gently put the cucumber strips into the container and spread a layer on the bottom, add a little red pepper, shredded ginger and garlic, sprinkle some sugar, spread a layer of cucumber strips on the container and add these ingredients. In this way, the floor is paved layer by layer, pressed tightly, without any gap. Then, grandma put a thin plastic paper on the bottle mouth and put the lid on it. In this way, the crisp and fresh pickles are pickled.
after four or five days, grandma said, "pickles are ready to eat. "She took out some pickled cucumber strips and put them on a plate, dripping some sesame oil and mixing them. A plate of attractive salted cucumbers would be fine.
I like grandma's pickles best. Grandma's pickles are much more delicious than those in the market! Story of my family 6
During the summer vacation, my father and I went to buy some small goldfish.
The goldfish has small eyes, a round belly and a fan-shaped tail. It's beautiful! After keeping it for a while, a big fish gave birth to many small fish babies. Newborn small fish are like small balls, their curved bodies slowly open in the water, and then they can swim freely. They eat fish feed. Feeding the fish every day is the most interesting: as long as I stand in front of the fish tank with feed, the little goldfish will scramble to swim to the surface of the water to grab food, and the water will suddenly become lively.
I had a good time with the little goldfish! My family story 7
My father claimed to be the "Chairman of Iraq", but his strength was too weak, so he was always bombed by his "American" mother. Mom claims to be the "president of the United States" because she has enough shells and strength, so she can defeat her father in almost every "world war". Hee hee, then I don't have to say, I am the president of the United Nations, but because of my poor strength, I can't control my mother, so I have to join my father's alliance! "Didn't I tell you? Why don't you listen when you're not allowed to smoke? " Mom said. "I, I just can't control it!" Dad retorted. "Ahem, stop arguing and tell me what's going on!" When I saw it, I asked, knowing perfectly well past. "What can I do for you? Stay where it is cool! " Mom really doesn't know how to be kind, so she shot me in turn. Make me look in the mirror-inside and outside is not a person. It seems that this world war can't stop, and I've always had to live in a battlefield full of smoke.
This is the case in my family. There is a world war every day. You may think that our family is unfortunate. On the contrary, the more our parents quarrel, the better our life will be! Because I have an Iraqi father and an American mother, our family has an atmosphere that other families don't have. 8
When I was four years old, I liked to imitate others very much.
one day, dad was going to work in the morning, but he didn't come out in the bathroom for a long time. So, I curiously stretched out my little head and saw my father, only a small bottle folded in half and sprayed my hair randomly. After he left, I did the same thing and went to play.
after a while, grandma came back from shopping. Laugh at me and say I'm a hedgehog. I got curious and touched it with my hand. It was hard, like a steel needle, and it seemed to freeze. That taste was really uncomfortable! The story of my family 9
Time passed like water, and the past events were deeply engraved in my mind. One of the things that impressed me the most was the one day when I was six years old.