When I was in the first grade of primary school, I was fascinated by the piano. At that time, in my young mind, the piano was great! As long as you click on the keyboard, the moving notes will jump out. When I got home, I said to my father, "Dad, buy me a piano!" " "Dad didn't speak, just smiled at me. I saw my father didn't speak, so I went back to my room. I think: the piano may be expensive, and my parents won't buy it for me. But in the evening, my father asked me, "Do you really want to learn piano?" I quickly answered loudly: "Of course!" Dad let out a whoop and walked away.
From then on, mom and dad scrimped and saved. My living conditions were not good at that time. My mother goes to work in the morning and is busy doing housework after work. Dad goes to work from 6 am to 9 pm. Mom bought less clothes, too. Every day, my parents only cook a little food for me.
A few years later, I came home from school. Dad stood guard at the door and asked me what was in my house. "Piano!" With a quiver in my heart, I ran into the house and threw myself on my favorite piano.
In order to let me learn the piano well, my parents are very frugal. Mom buys less food, and her lovely face is getting thinner now. Dad used to have shiny black hair, but now he has white hair in his hair. After earning money, my parents hired a piano teacher to teach me to play the piano. Now, my piano has successfully passed Grade 5.
From one to ten years old, my parents love and care for me a hundred times. When I grow up, I must repay my parents' love for me.
Now, our home is like a golden boat. Father is the rudder, mother is the oar, and I am the wind sail. Each of us is constantly contributing to it, so that the golden boat can sail to the other side of success in the sea.
I will always love my parents and my warm and happy family!
Warm Home 2 Our family of five, although an ordinary family, has a lot of happiness.
I am a loyal TV fan. Every weekend, after I finish my homework, I will turn on the TV and watch it intently. I like windmills and the animal world. I especially like watching cartoons. At first glance, I forgot everything around me. I also like playing football, Latin dancing, reading books and have a wide range of interests. His academic performance is also good, and he is a "three good students" in the school.
Grandpa is my "old teacher". When I have a question, I will ask my grandfather. Grandpa looked at the topic for a while and said, "grandson, think about it and think about it again." Grandpa seems to have become an amiable teacher. If I can't, grandpa will patiently explain it to me until I understand.
Grandma is an old cook. Whenever I come home from school, I often smell a strong smell of food, as if I were in a gourmet paradise. When I am drunk, I will be awakened by my grandmother's voice: "Eat, eat." Seeing the delicious food on the table makes my mouth water. Grandma takes me to school and home by tricycle every day. It takes three years to send me one after another in the wind and rain. Here I want to say: "Grandma, you have worked hard, and I will repay you with excellent results."
Mom and dad both work in Shanghai and can only go home during the Spring Festival. They are in the field, and their work is very busy and hard. I miss them very much. Every Sunday, my parents will call back and ask me about my study and my grandparents' health. At this time, I hope the summer vacation will come soon, so that I can visit them.
Look, this is my home, a warm home, a United and harmonious home, and I love my home.
Warm Home 3 I have a warm home where I can feel endless happiness!
My mother Leo is 36 years old. She is a company employee. Her round face, divine eyes, slightly upturned nose and small and exquisite lips make her look lively. Although my mother is 36 years old this year, she doesn't look like someone in her thirties at all. She is young at heart. As the saying goes, young people are young at heart even when they are old. My mother is such a person.
My father Sagittarius is the same age as my mother this year, 36 years old. He has a face that is neither fat nor thin, blinking eyes, super straight nose and thick lips. Although my father is of medium height, he is very sunny! My father's English is ready to participate in the world English competition ... I can't figure out my father's heart, but on the surface it still looks very cheerful.
I, Aquarius, 1 1 one and a half years old. I have a Zhang Yuanyuan face, eyes with double eyelids and a small cherry mouth. I am usually introverted. My height is 155, and I am glad that my height is not the same as my father's ... I sometimes like to stay in this house because my father and mother are as sweet as flowers in a greenhouse. Sometimes I am bored, because they sometimes quarrel over a little thing, and at this time I will be listless like an eggplant beaten by frost.
I am the pistachio at home, a warm home because I am warmer! Every time I come back from school, I can smell the delicious food my mother cooked for me. My mother was very happy when I praised her cooking. My mother praised me for doing my homework neatly, and I was very happy. Dad comes back every day, and I pour him tea. He is glad to have a good daughter like me. Mom and dad will never forget my "elf" every time they travel!
The above is our happy "family of three!"
Warm Home I have a warm home. I live with my parents, grandparents and feel very happy.
Usually, my grandfather drives me to school. After school, grandpa will play with me and children. Grandma cooks at home. The food she cooks is the best in the world. In the evening, my mother accompanied me with my homework, brushed my teeth and washed my face, and tucked me in after I fell asleep.
When the weather is fine on weekends, my parents will take me out to play, go to the Children's Palace or climb mountains. I like going out to play best. During the winter and summer vacations, my grandparents will take me to other places to play. We have been to Harbin and eaten Machel popsicles. I have been to Weihai and caught a beautiful orange starfish in the sea. I have been to Shanxi and experienced the life of uncle of the Eighth Route Army ... My grandparents often come to Hangzhou to see me and bring me a lot of delicious food. They like to hug me. I have grown up, and they still like to walk with me.
I really like this warm and loving family.
Teacher's comments:
A warm beginning, straight to the point, echoes the topic, just like pushing open a door and leading us into the happy family of the little author. For example, there are thousands of families in Qian Qian in Qian Qian, and the author's family is also very ordinary, but the author has a sensitive and beautiful heart to discover love, whether it's eating grandma's cooking, or her mother helping to cover the quilt and watching the beautiful world with her family ... These simple and warm little details are collected in the depths of my memory by the author's eyes and bring us a warm picture sense.
There are parents, grandparents, grandparents at home, and I am wrapped in happiness. The little author recorded his happy trip with his family in parallel prose. How rich Harbin, Weihai and Shanxi are has left us a lot of room for imagination.
I like this little author who can find love, cherish love and express love!
Warm Home When I was 5 5 years old, my grandmother stroked her tender cheek with a big soft hand, and her face was full of smiles. She said to me, "My lovely granddaughter, my grandmother knitted you a sweater. Try it on. Ah! It's beautiful. " I whirled in front of grandma like a butterfly. Say, "it looks good, it really looks good, and grandma is the best." Say to grandma, show the most naive and romantic smile. It's good to have a grandmother.
When I was 8 years old, I was holding my grandfather's palm, which was full of mulberry years but still kind, jumping and whining. I entered the first grade, and finally, I still didn't forget my grandfather's wave. Grandpa showed the most tolerant and proud smile. Yes, it seems that grandpa is the best grandpa in the world. It's good to have a grandpa who loves to laugh.
1 1 year-old, while holding tears, drinking chicken soup made by his father and constantly complaining about what happened to him at school. While wiping away tears, my father encouraged me to go forward, and occasionally made a joke, which made me laugh. The troubles in my heart have already spread to the outside of cloud nine; I picked up the gem of confidence in my heart, wiped the dust off it, and re-radiated light, shining on the dark heart. Dad seems to be my pistachio, which always makes me throw away my sadness and pick up my happiness. It's good to have such a father.
Today, when I got up in the morning, I had a big breakfast, a fried dough stick, two eggs and a glass of juice. My mother loves me very much. Don't forget to bring a ruler and pencil. Be calm and don't be nervous. Mom believes you. I know the love this family gives me, so sitting here today, I want to say to my family-I love you, it's good to have a family.
After a few days of dryness, the grass regained its sunshine, and Shuiyue was in hand, making clothes full of flowers. I am the grass in that big grass garden, silently accepting the sunshine and rain, thriving and absorbing everything given by nature. One day, I will shine.
Warm Home 6 The blue sky is the home of white clouds, the sea is the home of water droplets, the river is the home of fish, and the forest is the home of small animals. Everyone has a home, no matter whether it is rich or poor, big or small, it will always be a warm place, which can make people feel warm after hearing it.
I also have a home, a warm home. My family has grandma, dad, mom, sister and me. My father is tall and thin, with clean short hair and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his white face. He is very capable. No matter what's broken at home, dad can always fix them.
My mother often wears a ponytail and walks very fast. Although she is very strict with me at ordinary times, she still cooks my favorite food and makes some hair clips. When I tell my good friends that my mother made my hairpin herself, they will cast envious eyes. At this time, I am extremely proud of having such a clever mother.
My sister is the incarnation of the little angel and the little devil. When she is happy, she dances and purrs. When she is unhappy, she will cry loudly. When she fell asleep, she changed from a little devil to a little angel. Looking at her lovely face, I really want to kiss her.
A little silvery white hair emerged from the black hair, and grandma's forehead was ruthlessly drawn with several deep wrinkles by the years, and her rough gray hands were covered with calluses. Grandma is a hard-working person and is good at sewing. When she is free, she always sits in front of the sewing machine and is busy.
I, a quiet girl, like painting, and I have a special sense of accomplishment when I watch a piece of white paper turn into a beautiful work in my hand.
My home is very warm.
Although my father is very busy, he always cares about my study. Sometimes he goes on a business trip and doesn't forget to call back at night to ask me about my study. Every year, my parents always remember my birthday very clearly. My grandmother gets up early and goes shopping in the vegetable market. My father will cook a hearty meal, and my mother will prepare my favorite birthday cake for me. I feel very happy when I light birthday candles and sing birthday songs.
I am proud that I have a mother and father who love me, and I am proud that I have a grandmother who loves me. I am happy because I have a warm home.
Warm home 7 will leave home again tomorrow, embark on a journey to school, and bid farewell to my family and my comfortable bed. What remains in my heart is my constant nostalgia and yearning for home.
Leaving home again, I can't eat my mother's cooking once, and I leave the warm and comfortable Simmons again. Thinking about this, I really feel sad, sigh, sigh. Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the winter vacation has disappeared.
I just want to say that I belong to that kind of homesickness, not that kind of wandering, wandering around. Because I really think home is rare, and home is the most eternal and warmest. Maybe when I was penniless, I got selfless greetings from my relatives. When I was depressed, I got selfless greetings from my family. Can this kind of feeling be given by gold for 200 yuan?
I also want to say that people are too busy to go home now. In order to earn more money and support the elderly at home, it is understandable that relatives at home have tried their best to go out and travel around the world, and then their careers have returned brilliantly. Then, when you are tired and paid, can you share your joy with your family? So, is it time to work again? Or I can be more passionate about my work. I can't promise my family anything. I can only say that I will go home more often when I have time. Perhaps only in this way can I devote more energy to my professional study, realize my dream and grasp my future.
Leaving my warm home again, I am extremely proud to embark on the journey of hope and future.
Warm Home 8 Do you know why we call it "sugar pot family"? Then I'll tell you slowly.
My mother is a rainbow lollipop. Because my mother is sometimes as passionate as red, sometimes as passionate as orange, sometimes as lovely as yellow, sometimes as close as green, sometimes as dignified as cyan ... My mother has given me a lot of love, and I love my mother.
I am chewing gum. Why "chewing gum"? Because at home, I will always be the most clingy one. For example, because of work, my mother can only come back on weekends at a time. Every time my mother comes back, I will give her a big hug, and then I will start the sticky mode-ask if left is ok, ask if right is ok, and then I will have a few sweet words. Therefore, I am the most clingy chewing gum.
My grandmother is "butterscotch". Grandma is said to be "butterscotch" because she is sometimes very clingy (not as clingy as me, of course). She loves me very much and takes care of me, just like "butterscotch", which is "sticky" but sweet and fragrant. This is the power of love. So I like grandma very much, and grandma certainly likes me. This is my "butterscotch" grandma.
My grandfather was mints. Why is Grandpa "Mint"? Because he is usually taciturn and as cold as a mint, I know that he loves me as much as my mother and grandmother, so my grandfather is a mint.
This family has given me a lot of love and tolerance. I love my candy family, and I hope we can live happily together forever.
Warm home 9 nights, whether it is the buildings in the community, the cars on the road, or the street lamps, they are gradually lit up. More and more students leave school after school. In the cold breath of winter, most students are rushing back to their warm homes and enjoying a table full of delicious food with their families.
Dinner is a takeaway, but even if it is a takeaway, or a little more shabby, as long as you enjoy it with your family, it feels different from eating alone. At this moment, the pressure of attending classes all day is completely gone. The warm conversation of family members, the happy laughter of family members, or the tone of encouragement and praise from family members are even warmer. Under the light of the warm yellow light, enjoying the taste of dinner with family, even if it is tasteless, is far more fragrant and warm than a five-star feast.
The time to have dinner with my family * * * suddenly passed, the warm conversation of my family gradually dissipated, the happy laughter of my family slowly disappeared from my ears, and the sound of enjoying dinner with my family * * * became quiet. Happy times always pass quickly, and they pass at once. I really hope I can enjoy dinner with my family and never stop.
This intoxicating time is so satisfying, this intoxicating time is so warm, and this dinner time is so unforgettable. I hope the warm time of dinner can spread to every place in the world; I hope every family has a happy dinner time; I hope everyone in every corner can enjoy the warm time of dinner with their families.
Warm Home 10 Once, my mother and I went to the mountains to pick tea. On the way, I saw a wild strawberry, bright red and lovely. I shouted, "Mom, there are strawberries." Mother climbed up without saying a word, and when she came down, she was accidentally scratched by thatch, and blood flowed out. Mom quickly took out a "band-aid" from her pocket and put it on carefully. Looking at my mother's injured hand, I was anxious and distressed. My nose is sour and tears can't help flowing down. Mom said, "Ping, it doesn't matter, mom. You eat quickly. " Seeing the bright red strawberry, it seems to be dyed red with mother's blood. From then on, I saw the wild fruit as if I hadn't seen it. However, as long as my mother sees it on the mountain, she will pick it back for me to eat. I have told my mother many times that she should not pick it for me again. However, my mother never listens.
Mom and dad often come home late after work every day. When I get home from school, I learn to cook and stir-fry When they go home, they can eat. However, mom and dad always say, "Ping, you don't have to do housework or pick tea at home." I know my parents don't want me to do anything because they are afraid of affecting my study. So as long as I have spare time at school, I will do my homework quickly so as not to let them worry about my study.
Once, I got sick and went home to lie in bed, unable to cook. Dad came home and quickly took me to the hospital by bike. It was very late when I got home, and my mother quickly took out the steaming "plumeria" from the rice cooker and sat next to me and fed it to me bite by bite. Tears welled up in my eyes with excitement. My mother asked with concern, "Ping, does it still hurt?" I threw myself into my mother's arms and said excitedly, "Mom and Dad, you are the best parents in the world!" " I love you! "
Our family is the happiest family in the world! I always feel the warmth of home.
Warm home 1 1 My home is very warm.
At first, I envied my classmates' families. They all live in buildings and cities, driving BMWs, Mercedes-Benz, playing with tablets and holding luxurious mobile phones and watches. Our family can only live in the countryside and drive a car, but now that I have grown up, I know that our family is not richer than others. We only enjoy the warmth of live high and live in our own warm home.
Sometimes, they will quarrel and no one will talk to anyone all day. It is quiet at home. Every time someone says a word, they originally want to chat with their parents for a while, but as a result, they quarrel, so it is impossible to talk together. If there is less, it will take three or four days to make up.
But most of the time, our home is warm. My father sleeps late all day, and my mother is very angry. Every day, she drags his quilt down and freezes my father. My sister and I came out to wet our hands with cold water, then rubbed and tickled him to see if he could sleep. After dinner, mom went to work and dad helped. I also help my mother when I am free. After a simple lunch at noon, the family will lie in bed and rest, play mobile phones and watch TV. At this time, my father's snoring is always indispensable, because he has been sleeping on a soft and comfortable spring bed. Sometimes when I am free at night, my father will drive my family to the square to play.
Although mom and dad will quarrel from time to time, whose mom and dad won't quarrel together? In my opinion, this is a warm home.
Warm Home 12 Different families have different family members. Yes, all members of our family are "extraordinary" directors! I'm worried about this "best director" award recently. You should also be a judge. Let me introduce the players of our director family first!
Music director, speaking of mom, her music is the "spiritual food" for our director's family! At around 7 pm, as long as you listen carefully, you will hear a series of performances. After a while, it will be an ensemble of "Hua La" and "Ding Dong Ding". You must have looked carefully. This is the famous "music director"? "Dishwashing Melody" painstakingly arranged by my mother.
Shadow director, speaking of "shadow director", you must feel very strange! But you just need to look at the jumping numbers in my house to know who he is? My dear dad. My father is a sports lover, and he often gets angry when he looks at me and my mother lazily. After my father's persuasion and education, my mother and I gradually like sports and are healthier! The moving figure supports our souls. This director is really important.
Happy director, don't forget me, I am an important role, I am the "famous" happy director. To be worthy of the name, I just laugh at the most unhappy time at home. I remember it was a night when my parents quarreled over a trivial matter. I had a brainwave and pretended to swallow the fruit. Mother felt very strange and asked, "don't you hate eating fruit?" Why did you eat so much this time? ""What do you think, a war of words or a good fruit? " Mom and dad froze for a moment, and then they burst out laughing together. You said, am I not a veritable happy director?
What? You can't tell who is the best. I think: in our family, because every "director" is very important! Then choose the three together! What is the prize? Warm, beautiful and harmonious home.
Warm home 13 There is never a lack of love and warmth in life. If you find out carefully, in fact, love is around, warm and always there.
When I was in primary school, I hurried to school because I was stubborn and only wore a single coat. I sat in a warm classroom and secretly laughed at my mother: The classroom is so warm, why do you wear so many clothes? At noon, the teacher assigned a task to the boys, that is, cleaning the playground, which is said to punish us for being naughty, alas! The teacher's life is hard to break. At this time, it is already late autumn, and the leaves are everywhere. There are only dry branches in the flower pond, and there are some yellow leaves on the branches, which are blown by the wind and will fall from time to time.
Cleaning has started. It's only been a while, and the biting wind makes me shiver. I want the withered leaves to tremble back and forth, my teeth to tremble back and forth, and my nose to come out. In order not to let my classmates laugh at me, I try not to tremble and pretend not to be afraid of the cold. Finally, I couldn't help sneezing one by one in the cold wind, and gradually began to regret not listening to my mother. I looked at the school gate, hoping to. The closed school gate is like a heavily guarded tower. It is impossible to go out. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the school gate, familiar and familiar. My eyes blurred step by step. That's my mother! That's my mother!
Look at my trembling body, put on a coat for me in a crisis, constantly blame me, no longer feel my mother's verbosity, listen to her patiently, and feel so warm when I put on a coat. Motherly love has no specific content. What warms me is not only a coat, but also my mother's noble and selfless love for children and her love for children all over the world!
Thank you, mom. May all mothers in the world be happy!
Warm home 14 home is a warm harbor, a nest for you and your family, and the cradle of our happy growth. My father, mother and I form a small family full of love and warmth. It gave me the comfort of the spring breeze and gave me countless love and strength …
Lazy afternoon sunshine, lazy me, lying comfortably on the small sofa. Everything is so comfortable, so comfortable. My mother always kisses my forehead gently, and the warm sunshine shines on my little home to keep it warm. The family sat at home, watching TV and playing games, as if the whole world was full of laughter.
I am grateful to my parents for giving me a warm home, and I am even more grateful to this home for its support and love.
Once, I did badly in the exam. I thought I would be scolded by my parents, go home depressed and wait for criticism, but the end result was just the opposite. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't lose heart, son. What is failure on the long road of life? As long as you don't give up in the face of failure, find the reason for failure and try to correct it, you will succeed! " But I know they are in a hurry, and they just turn cold scolding into warm encouragement. What is written on the paper? No, I don't understand. Dad will help me find information, rummage through the question bank and patiently explain it to me ... Whenever I stay up to review, no matter how late, my mother will wait for me and send me a bowl of warm wonton ... Seeing more and more silver lines on my father's head and deep wrinkles on my mother's face, I always feel very affectionate, and my parents' love for me is so warm.
Will there be a place that is always warm in the world? A place full of love? I think there will be. That will be my home.
Warm home 15 I love my home very much, because it is a warm home.
At home, my father is like a big housekeeper, and he has the final say in everything; Mother is like a hired maid, who has to do all kinds of rough work and take care of her little brother; I am a junior three student. After finishing my homework every day, I will help my mother do some work within my power to reduce her burden. My little brother is smart, cute, sometimes fooling around, sometimes being good and likable. This is my place . Please listen to a story that happened between my parents and me.
Our home is very clean and tidy. We clean it every day. But once, I got up late in the morning, and in a hurry I folded the quilt at random and forgot to fold it. At noon, my mother came back from work and saw it. She asked me, "You didn't fold the quilt this morning, did you?" I hesitated for a moment and said shyly, "Sorry, I forgot." My mother didn't criticize me, but kindly said to me, "This is our home. Everyone has a responsibility to clean it up. Don't forget to fold the quilt again. " I immediately replied, "OK, I remember." I think it's my fault, but my mother forgave me, and I feel very warm in my heart.
I remember another time, in the cold winter, my father and I went shopping. My ears are almost unconscious, and my hands are red with cold. When my father saw it, he took off his gloves and put them on me. As a result, when I got home, my father's hands were almost frozen, as cold as popsicles, and I caught a cold for two days. That time, I was so sad that I shed tears of emotion.
Since then, I have felt the warmth of home more and more. I love my family. I love my parents and my brother.