Write a composition describing the details of parents' affection.
Affection is the greatest. No matter you are happy, depressed, painful or hesitant, he will always walk gently on your road and accompany you quietly for a lifetime. "Shake, shake, shake to the Waipo Bridge.
"I don't know who snorted gently and pulled me back from my thoughts.
Waipoqiao Waipoqiao, grandma is looking at me again. I still remember when I was a child, my grandmother was the best to me and gave me everything delicious. If you see something interesting, buy it for me.
I had a high fever when I was a child. My grandmother carried me from home to a hospital hundreds of meters away. It's winter, snowflakes are flying all over the sky, and the earth is covered with silver. Grandma's petite body hobbled behind my back in college. When I arrived at the hospital, grandma's forehead was covered with sweat. My grandmother gave me a look and looked haggard.
Affection is like water, which makes complex things pure after filtering; Affection is like fire, which makes plain look sharp and angular through calcination; Affection is poetry, which makes boredom reach an artistic conception after modification. Family, the eternal power of life. It has been a long time, but I still can't forget it.
At half past eight one night, my mother came to my bed and touched my forehead. With a scream of "Ah", grandma and others were awakened by my mother's scream. It turned out that I had a fever, and my mother dressed me. At this moment, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to throw up!" " I spit it out with a bang. The whole room is full of unpleasant smells. There was another bang, and I threw up everything I ate. My mother quickly grabbed the clothes and put them on, picked me up and rushed out. It's raining heavily outside. My mother hugged me in the rain and a few drops of rain fell on my face. I saw my mother's face full of anxiety. My daughter has a fever. She has a high fever! "The doctor comforted my mother." It's okay. It's okay. Your daughter will be okay. "In this way, after a night, my mother sat on the bed and looked at me quietly. I cried with my mother in my arms. My mother comforted me and said, "it's okay, it's okay, you're fine." "I looked at my mother, and her face was all pale." Thank you, mom. I love you. Affection is the most precious thing in the world. It is pure, even purer than mineral water. It is also "delicate": afraid of being moved, afraid of being moved, afraid of being moved ... but it is harder than friendship, but not as obvious as love.
Affection is like a cup of tea, emitting a faint scent of tea, which makes people memorable. Affection can be seen everywhere in life, such as: in mother's exhortation, father's instruction, grandmother's exhortation, grandpa's words ... Affection came quietly and left quietly, but it was unforgettable without saying goodbye.
I have experienced many feelings in my life. My mother gets up early every day to make breakfast for my father and me. In the smell of food, I smelled my mother's hard work and tasted the taste of family.
My father gets up early every day to earn money for me and my mother. In the pocket money my father gave me, I realized my father's hard work. When he teaches me questions I can't write, he always tells my dad 323133532363134313365433e59ee7. ..... Family is like a cup of tea, its fragrance makes us relaxed and happy, and its tea makes us savor the taste of family.
2. Please describe the family relationship in detail ~ Unforgettable family relationship There are many small fish in my mind, which constitutes my unforgettable family relationship, but my most unforgettable family relationship is the little golden goldfish ... I remember that when I was in the third grade, I went to school just after the end of the year, and my classmates were talking happily about the beautiful scenery of spring, but I felt bad.
Because I go to school in the cold spring, my teeth tremble with cold in the morning. The whole class said, "Look, her lips are blue."
After several classes, I got home very uncomfortable and fell asleep in bed. I heard a familiar voice in my sleep, "Get up! Xiao Yan! " I woke up and saw my mother.
I said, "I seem to have a fever." My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer, and my "temperature was 40 degrees" and my mother immediately became nervous.
I called the class teacher to ask for leave, and then my mother hurriedly picked up a cup and gave me water to drink antipyretic. I found out carefully that there was sweat on my mother's forehead. I think, mom, this must be urgent. I must get sick early.
Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back.
Unexpectedly, I was hospitalized for a week and four days. Log on to the composition network, and you can also contribute.
Every day I open my eyes and see my mother by my side. When I got well, I found that my mother's eyes were dark and her silver hair was a little bit more ... My parents seemed to write essays about their mothers from childhood, describing their gentleness, kindness and love.
We always intentionally or unintentionally ignore another person who is equally important to our lives-father. A father's love for his children is always reserved. He doesn't like to talk about love like his mother. He just expressed it with actions.
When I grew up, I met some people and things. I began to get to know my father with the idea of getting rich. More and more, I feel that every father has a warm heart and gives his children 100% affection, no matter how much pressure they are under. Xiao Qiao and Aqiao are my good friends, so I got to know their father vaguely.
Ying is the happiest of the three of us. At least she has a very complete family. Jane's father married a northern woman in the educated youth era and settled there.
My father is a university professor, a typical intellectual-gentle, without desire or desire. To this end, Jane often says that her mother is not worthy of her father, and she never hides her admiration for her father.
So I always laughed at her deep love for her father. Every Wednesday, when his father comes to visit the school, Jane always walks around the campus holding his father's arm, chatting and kissing his father's cheek before leaving.
This is hard for me to imagine. I don't know which fortune-telling book I read. She said that if she could receive a silver ring from a boy on her birthday this year, she would be happy all her life.
She really wore a ring at the birthday party, which was very delicate. Aqiao proudly told Xiao Qiao and me that my father bought it with his own private money when he went to Beijing to see friends, but my mother didn't know.
At that moment, I was in a trance. I imagine that a middle-aged man may be too poor to buy a gold-plated ring for his new wife 20 years ago, but 20 years later he will wander in front of the gold and silver jewelry counter and carefully select it just to satisfy his daughter's childlike desire. I can imagine Jane's father sitting on the train. He has no money to buy gifts for others except a ring he wears. However, there is no anxiety in his heart that will be blamed by his wife, because he protects his daughter from even a trivial sense of loss.
This is enough to make Aqiao proud and move me. At this time, Xiao Qiao said with a smile, Aqiao is still like a child.
I understand Xiao Qiao's feelings when he said this. She is undoubtedly the most precocious of the three of us. Xiao Qiao's mother's sudden death in junior high school hit her hard and hurt her forever.
But Xiao Qiao is stronger than anyone thought, which may be influenced by his father who was born in the army. Xiao Qiao's family style is very strict. His father always disciplines Xiao Qiao by running the army, and demands Xiao Qiao by the standards of boys, sometimes even unkind.
For example, after mom died, dad didn't even allow Xiao Qiao to wear black sleeves. It sounds cruel, but it does help Xiao Qiao get out of his grief as soon as possible.
Xiao Qiao said that she always remembers what her father said to her-the best memory of the living for the dead is to live well. Every time I think of my mother, she will think of this sentence at the same time.
Xiao Qiao still has no stepmother. In fact, she doesn't object to her father's remarriage, but her father doesn't seem to have any plans to have a second wife. I have read some articles about the stress of middle-aged people in the newspaper. I understand that after entering the age of no doubt, there will be a lot of confusion. The stress of work and mental loneliness can make people breathless. In addition, his wife died and his daughter lived on campus. I don't know how Xiao Qiao's father endures the lifeless loneliness in the house after coming home from work every day, so that his daughter won't be hurt at all.
After listening to their stories, I can't help thinking of myself. If Joe is her father who worships her and Joe is her father who fears, then I can only have deep pity for my father.
Yes, unfortunately. Father is the kind of person who has little education and little money.
Family may be his last spiritual sustenance, but only a year ago, this only sustenance also fell apart. I have vaguely heard some stories about my parents when they were young-at that time, my parents almost died because of my grandmother's resolute opposition, so I believe that my parents really loved each other at that time, so I can fully understand how deeply my mother felt for my father after choosing the lifestyle she wanted. For this reason, I stayed with my father and didn't want to see the end of his painstaking 20-year separation. Then,
But over the past year, my relationship with my father has not been very harmonious because we live alone. In the final analysis, it is still for the word "money".
After my mother left, there was not much money left at home, and my father didn't have much salary.
3. Describe the details of maternal love and affection. Mother was fired.
That day, I came home, and the room was dark. Mother sat silently on the sofa in a daze. "Mom, aren't you feeling well?" I put down my schoolbag and want to pour boiling water. Mom pulled me. Let me sit next to her: "Do you miss college?" "Ah?" I'm surprised. "I think, didn't you say that there will be fierce competition in the future and I want to go to college?" "Mom …" Mom reluctantly smiled and said, "Mom expects you to succeed."
Another weekend, I went home early, only to find no one at home. I asked my neighbor aunt who peeled beans, "where is my mother?" She doesn't go to work! " Aunt a face of doubt, "you don't know? After your mother is laid off, let me find her a temporary worker in the market. Just around the corner. You can find it ... "I rushed out before my aunt finished. I walked through the alley and through the food market. Just around the corner, I was shocked.
Mother, dressed in a shabby overalls, is bending down to wash the fish, and her bloody hands are working fast. A lock of dry brown hair fluttered in the wind. Suddenly my mother coughed slightly and bent down. After coughing for a long time, my mother beat her chest and straightened up again. I understand everything. My mother met her eyes and smiled awkwardly.
I just think it hurts a man's self-esteem to let his mother do this job. My tears came out. Before I approached, I stroked my mother's cold and rough hand and said, "Mom, come on, I'm ... not going to college!" " "Mother was taken aback and wanted to say something, but she didn't say it after all. She accompanied me to leave the counter and murmured, "Mom works harder, but it's better than staying at home. Can't she save money when she goes to college? "..." The sunset shone on her wrinkled thin face, and I realized that she was old: a few strands of silver were added to her dry brown hair! I really want to jump into her arms and cry. Mom straightened up and said, go home early and do your homework. Then he took the lead bucket to the freezer. She put the fish in the bucket and poured it on the counter. She is not tall, so naturally she has a hard time. She stood on tiptoe and tried to lift the bucket, but it still failed. She moved to a wooden box under her feet, leaned to the left and picked up the lead bucket with her right knee. I tried to give her a hand, but she shouted, "I don't need your help. My hands are dirty." I couldn't resist my mother's urging, so I had to go back.
The sun in the west shines on the streets and food markets, and it is golden. At the alley, I turned and saw my mother again. Her shoulders are straight, she is working hard ... She shines that brilliance on me, and I feel the warmth. ...
There is a picture hanging in front of my eyes: my mother is wearing overalls and carrying a lead bucket to pour fish on the counter. Stand on tiptoe, stand on tiptoe ... People often say that there is a book in the world that can never be read, and that is maternal love. If there is still the most beautiful painting in the world, I would say it is not Renoir or Monet, but this portrait of my mother, named Thanksgiving!
4. The description of family details refers to the description of some small behaviors or subtle things of the characters. Some people regard the description of the natural and social environment that is not noticed as a detailed description. It focuses on subtlety, but it is an important means to portray characters, promote the development of events and set off the theme of the article. It is an indispensable part of excellent narrative and literary works. Some people say that a typical detailed description may be more useful than a big general description. This statement makes sense. Life is always made up of ordinary things, and most of people's personality is reflected in the subtle details. So we must learn to observe the details and write them down.
First, truth-in line with the logic of life. Details come from life, and detailed descriptions must truly reproduce life. This "truth" is not necessarily a fact that once existed, but it must be a fact that will exist. Some students wrote that my father, a fisherman, came back from fishing in the sea and was in a hurry to "sharpen his knife in the sea" and prepare to make fish soup for me. The author intended to show his father's sincerity, but because of this distortion, the seawater is salty and will rust when splashed on the knife. It leads to a great discount on fatherly love and even doubts its authenticity. This example tells us that we must observe life carefully. Respect the reality of objective life and never imagine it out of thin air. This is the basis for the correct use of detail description.
Second, uniqueness-pay attention to the personality of the characters. Detail description serves to shape the characters and express the theme, so we should choose the details that can best express the theme and the characters, especially the small moves unique to the characters. For example, the article "Agreement" writes that children will meet two old people who can't speak and have difficulty in moving. The author doesn't write about old people greeting each other, hugging each other warmly, and talking with them in detail, because these details are common in people who can move freely and don't belong to dying old people. The article wrote: "The children are constantly detailing the recent situation of their father's illness. But the two old people didn't say a word, and their four hands were tightly held together. From meeting to breaking up, they have been squatting for a long time. " "Four hands clasped together", with highly personalized details, vividly shows the deep feelings between the elderly who have difficulty in moving and speaking, and arouses readers' infinite association and emotion.
Third, be careful-leave vivid fragments. Since the description of details plays an irreplaceable role in characters, plots and themes, we should not understate it in writing, but elaborate it in detail to convey its charm. Only in this way, the details can be deeply rooted in people's hearts and play the greatest role. Taking the detail of "crouching down to pick up paper" in the above-mentioned white paper on the ground as an example, the author not only shows the whole process of "crouching down", "picking up", "flapping and blowing", "stretching" and "picking up" in detail through the sentence "Han Lin hastily picks up the white paper on the ground", and vividly reproduces the movements of the characters.
5. Composition describing affection (with details) (I just wrote an article about sister affection recently, which was written according to my own experience. . . . . I don't know if I can. . . )
If the family is not sad,
Holding your hand, accompanied by music, slowly walk towards the warm and smiling man. It was not until he reached out his hand to you that I smiled brightly: "Sister, you must be happy." -Thank you.
Of the three brothers and sisters in the family, my younger brother is the most naughty, and you have always been the most obedient one, because my younger brother and I call you sister. Therefore, even if you don't want to, you should pretend to be obedient. The three of us, let's count you as the least educated. We rushed through the vocational high school for two years without complaining. You just turned 16 and started working in the field. You have a gentle temper. I tore up some of your favorite paintings, and you just smiled gently.
You and I have always had a good relationship, basically telling each other everything, only that once. There is no monosodium glutamate at home. If you go to school first, my mother asked me to bring a bag home from school. But I bought a packet of salt. I didn't know the difference between monosodium glutamate and salt at that time. When I got home and found that I bought it wrong, I lied that I forgot to take it at school because I was afraid of being beaten. The next day, you found me crying in the abandoned teaching building. Under your repeated inquiries, I told the truth, but you took my hand and went home silently without saying a word. Finally, like many TV series, you made a mistake for me. My stern father slapped you at that time. Your right cheek was swollen when you were eating. I ate bit by bit with my head down, and my tears fell into the bowl. I can't taste what it is. Get up the next morning and go to school with you. We didn't talk all the way. When I get to the school gate, I will tell you with red eyes. You want to laugh, but you hurt your face. Finally, you said to me with a smile on your face: "Because you are my sister, this is a family relationship that no one can cut off." After a pause, you said, "Don't lie in the future. I will have face, but I can't stand my father's play." At that time, I smiled as soon as I heard this, and the guilt buried in my heart was much lighter.
You have been taking the road arranged by your parents, rarely resisting, so docile that people around you praise you for being obedient, but you have to live in a different place, with no one around you who knows you, and you are in that teenage age. Therefore, when parents know that you are with someone nine years older than you, they don't believe you. You have been very obedient. Parents thought that when you were older, they would choose one for you in town. You didn't say anything. No matter how your parents object, you haven't regressed. Even I am surprised why you are so thin and so brave. In the end, you won. When I first met this future brother-in-law, I thought, I'm afraid my mother will be more opposed. In the future, my brother-in-law will be dark, slightly fat and not very tall. If you really want to use any commendatory words to describe him, it is simplicity and gives people a sense of security. Sure enough, my mother's face turned darker when she saw her future son-in-law, but you won after all, big sister. I have always admired you. Although the brother-in-law looks not very good, everyone will think that his concern for you is not fake, his gentleness is not fake, and his temper is as gentle as yours. Even though my mother was not satisfied before, she finally smiled.
The last wedding was very grand. Many people came, and you didn't show much smile, but I can see that there is a light ring called happiness around you. At this moment, I feel a little disappointed. In the future, you are no longer the little girl who took the fall for me. You will be a good wife and mother.
If the feeling you give me is not sad, I hope it is as brave as you.
6. The topic composition "Affection" has a detailed description of about 600 words. You don't want stories, you have to experience things yourself. Feeling affection and affection are like road signs in confusion, guiding you in the direction of progress; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart. My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side. I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches. After learning the news, my mother put down the housework. I rushed to the hospital at the speed of light. In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle. Suddenly, my fear turned into countless tears. At this time, my mother ran into the ward and took my hand to comfort me and said, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine!" " Mom is by your side, and I will always be with you! "I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. That was the first time I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep. I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back. It rocked gently like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up. When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will always be there. Who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes? It's her-my beloved mother. Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence of this moment. I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment. Outside the window, the stars are looking here with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moon into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break it. Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Feelings are like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage. Affection is a clear sky that clouds can never cover.
7. It is one of Zhu Ziqing's famous works to write a composition about family ties, demanding details and highlighting parents' love for us. This article describes: My father went to Nanjing to find a job, and I was going to Beijing to study, so my father sent me to Pukou and took a bus to the north. This paper describes in detail the four processes of my father sending me to the station, holding the tea room, buying oranges and writing letters. The lines between the lines are full of his father's deep concern, which moved the author to tears twice.
Zhu Ziqing described the real trifles in life and reflected parents' worries about their children. This article doesn't use many flowery words, but it still portrays the image of father vividly, which is probably the "originality" of this article! -moving people with emotion.
Don't our parents care about us in our daily life? We don't trust us to cross the street or buy things ... anyway, our parents think we can't do anything well and we must take care of ourselves.
I am in the sixth grade, and I have to follow my parents every day. They send me to school every day; Every day after school, they wait at the school gate early. I am very unhappy about this. In their eyes, I will always be a child. I protested to them many times, but they all refused, saying, "It's not safe to go home alone." Therefore, whenever I see other students go to school alone, I always feel a little envious and more and more angry with my family. My mind has wavered since I saw the back of my head. Zhu Ziqing is in his twenties, and his father is still worried. Can our parents rest assured at an early age?
In the fifth paragraph of the article, my father bought oranges for "me" regardless of his faltering, which made the author cry twice. In fact, many parents are willing to sacrifice their time and energy for their children. Even give everything. Once, I found the floppy disk missing, and I left it in my father's office. It's already eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and the unit is still far away. Dad didn't say a word, and rode to the unit to get it. Isn't that fatherly love?
I think: poor bearing the wind! How can a child not understand? Some people say that maternal love is great, and so is paternal love, just like paternal love in Sparrow and father and son in Earthquake. It's hard for my parents to give birth to me and raise me. I have also experienced the difficulty of "waiting for an egg", so I can better understand the love of my parents. We should also try our best to repay parents' love for their children, shouldn't we?
8. Describe the details of feelings. Every time I write to my parents, I always say "hello", no matter whether I violate the taboo of Chinese language or not. The reason is that once my brother came home and wrote "you", which made my mother sad for a long time. My mother said that seeing "you" felt like a child standing in front of them talking to two unrelated people.
So we directly translate the second person plural honorifics in the dialect into two words in Mandarin-one is "you" and the other is "men". Without the criticism of China linguists, we write with peace of mind and our parents are comfortable. When parents are old, they always care about their children's attitude towards themselves, fearing that their actions or words will not satisfy their children. Their cautious appearance makes me feel sad when I look at it: I fell from you, do I still miss you? When I came home from vacation, I walked into the room and found that the quilt cover, sheets and pillow towel on the bed were all new, and the white hair on my mother's head was gone. My mother believed me: I'll bring my boyfriend back to you for a holiday.
Tears in my eyes wanted to fall, but they were held back. When eating, my mother carefully asked: Why didn't any classmates come to play with you this time? Although I used to bring my classmates to play every holiday, I understand that the point of my mother's sentence is by no means to ask all my classmates.
I perfunctory past, there are many things my mother doesn't understand, but she wants to help her daughter. I overheard my parents talking.
My room is in front of them, separated by a wall and not capped. On the morning of New Year's Day, I woke up early and quietly recalled what happened this year.
Parents began to lie down and talk. Older couples always like to wake up in the middle of the night to talk about their children, trivial matters and recall their youth in winter. I heard my mother sigh, "What should I do?" We have to do Dahua's job and ask him to give the girl some money. "
It turned out to be a discussion about giving me lucky money. New year's goods and successive human feelings emptied the family's liquidity, but for my school, it was wrapped under my mother's pillow and no one could move it. I'm not young anymore. When I was a child, I was not sensible, regardless of my poor family, clamoring for my parents' lucky money. After I went to college, I learned to manage my own money. I know that daily necessities are expensive.
"It doesn't matter, I have saved her two new ones from 20 yuan." In their eyes, I am still the little girl who is crying and running nose, or, for them, I will never grow up.
I decided to lie still in bed, or try to calm my sobs and let my tears fall quietly, otherwise I would be embarrassed with them. When my father handed me the lucky money wrapped in a red envelope in the morning, I was still happy to shout "Dad is so conscious".
There is a path from my home to the street, 323131335323635438+03431303231363533e 78988E69d8331333263066. Walking through this path, I will put aside my homesickness for the time being. Every time I go home on holiday, as long as I get off the bus and appear at the intersection, my mother will push the car to help me unload my heavy luggage. Every time I leave home, they will repeat what I have been told countless times during the holiday. Until I get on the bus, I can still hear the voice of "Call home when I get to school" outside the car.
I think this road is also the place where they sort out their emotions. Seeing my surprise at the other end of the road will become calm, as if I were by their side every day. The loss after sending the child away will be transformed into understanding on this road, knowing that the child has his own pursuit. I'm not a crybaby, but I still can't help thinking about my parents' little things. I dare not say "I love you" to them, but I am afraid it is too late to say it; My feelings are not delicate, but when I think of my family, I will think of all kinds of details, even subtle tone changes.
I am an adult, aren't I? But I'm still a child, aren't I? .