My family composition in the sixth grade 1 Our family is a happy family, and the family members are my father, my mother and me. We each have our own characteristics, and listen to me in detail.
Humorous dad
Once, my mother's money disappeared on the way home. When I got home, my mother was furious and said, "I have 500 yuan in my wallet." Why is it 300 yuan now? " I think: Mom is so angry that a little spark can ignite her. At this time, my father said to my mother, "Don't worry, maybe the money went for a walk and I will come back after the walk." I laughed and my mother's anger was reduced by more than half. She also smiled and said, "Let's wait until it's finished." Look, this is my humorous dad.
Exaggerated mother
My mother likes to exaggerate. It's not a big deal, and she wants to exaggerate. I remember one time, I was sleeping soundly. My mother told me to get up at once and said, "Hurry up, it's 7: 30, I'm going to breathe my composition, hurry up." I barely got up. When I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I looked at the clock. Oh, my God! It's only half past six, and I almost fainted. It's all because of my exaggerated mother!
I'm confused
At home, I like being confused. I remember one time, I was alone at home, and my mother asked me to steam the rice until she came home to cook. So, I washed the rice, poured some water and put it in the rice cooker. An hour later, my mother came back. When I went to the kitchen, I found that the power supply of the rice cooker had not been connected. It is conceivable that my mother scolded me. Well, it's all because of my muddled habits.
Although we each have our own characteristics, we all love this happy home, and it is because of each other that we are so happy.
My Family Composition Grade 62 This summer, the teacher asked us to write an article about my family style. I'm surprised. What is family style? Mother said, "I won't tell you for the time being." You should find out from the little things in life and think for yourself. " "Oh!" I am full of doubts.
I remember once I took a bus, and almost all the seats on the bus were full. My mother and I grabbed the last two seats. My mother was sitting behind me when I suddenly saw an old woman. The old woman is carrying three big bags and looks heavy. My mother asked me, "What about family style?" I immediately understood what my mother meant. I stood up and said to my grandmother, "Grandma, this seat is for you." Grandma said, "No." At my repeated requests, grandma finally sat down excitedly and praised me as a sensible child. I felt cross in my heart and felt very happy. Mom gave me a thumbs-up sign.
I still remember one day, I went to wash my hands before dinner. After washing my hands, I pressed the faucet, but the faucet didn't press it to the end, and some water still flowed out. At that time, my mother stood next to me and said, "Is the family style going to travel?" I looked at it and shouted, "Ah, the faucet!" " "I immediately turned off the tap because our family is very water-saving. Even a drop of water is extremely precious in our eyes. For example, we will use washing water to water flowers or clean toilets. ................................
I finally understand what my family style is, which is the virtue of helping others. I will definitely carry forward this fine tradition of our family and pass it on from generation to generation!
In the sixth grade, I heard birds singing, and suddenly the whole community was singing. They are singing, which is intoxicating. Look, the little fish in the pond also danced water ballet on the water with the rhythm of the birds. The children watching the fish here were full of praise, and the frogs responded. How beautiful! Smell, every time after work, a mouth-watering fragrance wafts out from the windows of various kitchens, and people who get off work unconsciously speed up their steps and rush home, eager to eat colorful and delicious delicacies cooked at home.
This is this beautiful city-Anhui, which can open its hearing, sight and smell every day.
This can be said to be a paradise on earth, a fairyland on earth! Every tree is so dense, so tall and straight, so towering. Every tree is like an umbrella. It is not only like an umbrella, but also can keep people out of the sun and let sweaty people enter a cool swimming pool. ...
Every grass is so green, so lovely and so watery. Every grass is dancing with its green body.
Downstairs in the community, there are slides, seesaws and fascinating sports equipment to evoke childhood memories. ...
At night, the night fell quietly, and colorful lights lit up in the square. From a distance, it looks like a bright little star, blinking naughtily.
My family is in Grade 6, Grade 4. It is a place where I feel reliable and safe. No matter how unsuccessful and successful you are, you are so selfless and silent when you leave home.
Every time I walk into the house with sadness and loss, I can't help but get excited, and there is an unspeakable emotion running through my heart. My home, you are my best friend in my life. Every time I feel lost, you give me full confidence and courage to overcome all the problems. Without you, maybe I would cry in a corner of the world now, maybe I would wander in every street. ...
My happiness can only be happier in your arms, and my happiness can only be given by you. Without you, I would be the saddest person and the stupidest person in the world, the so-called tramp!
In stormy days, you created a clear sky for me. You sheltered me from the wind and rain, wandering in the thunder. Rain is not as enthusiastic as you. It fights with you again and again. As long as you are not careful, it will enter your position and watch you fight bravely on the battlefield. I want to help you too. Who knows, you were beaten by the rain before you got out of your defensive zone. You are a hero, and the rain is afraid of you and will soon disappear.
I feel a little guilty. I never gave it anything, nor did I do anything for it, only enjoyed its fruit. My home, no, is my mother who raised me for more than ten years, sheltered me from the wind and rain, and held an umbrella on sunny days. I'm not so brave, I can't live independently, and I don't have the ability to be independent. Whenever and wherever, I am so fragile. There is no room for me to stand on my own feet in the world. Maybe I can't live without you forever, maybe until my old age.
No matter where I go, no matter how successful I am, I will never leave my old friends who raised me, gave birth to me and gave me support, and I will never forget those soldiers who risked their lives for me and created a clear sky for me-my home.
I live in Building 6, dormitory of Xinhua Hospital, Jianghan District, Wuhan.
I have lived here since I was born. There are three people in my family: my parents and me. The house has twelve floors, and each floor has some familiar neighbors, including Brother Longlong and Uncle Wu on the 1 1 floor, Sister Jingjing and her parents on the eighth floor, and sister on the sixth floor. In the past few years, our neighborhood relations have been very good. Yes, as the saying goes, "A distant relative is better than a close neighbor"? According to my father, it was not like this when I was a child. ......
When I was born, I probably didn't spend much time every night because of my poor health.
I stopped crying, even crying loudly in the middle of the night, and sometimes I suddenly woke up my parents and neighbors. To this end, mom and dad are heartbroken, "hard to prevent", and more importantly, the neighborhood relationship, because I, my family and their distance, have been pulled farther and farther. ......
However, one thing changed the neighbors' view of my family.
It was when I was 5 years old. At noon in summer, I was taking a nap and my father was reading at home.
Suddenly, I was awakened by the sound of tapping the window, and my father sitting on the side also heard the sound. We turned to see where the sound came from-in the kitchen of Jingjing's sister's house on the eighth floor, Jingjing's sister was lying sideways by the window, slapping her face painfully against the window, and her voice was getting louder and louder. ......
When dad saw it, he hurriedly called out, "Unless it's gas poisoning!" Dad hurried upstairs to the terrace and shouted on the eighth floor; Eye dad, eye mom, are you at home?
However, there was no reply. ......
Time is life. I followed my father to the eighth floor and kicked my sister's door on the eighth floor.
"Hey hey, what are you doing! ? "Uncle Cheng, who lives on the eighth floor, stopped my dad. "My eyes may have been poisoned by gas!" Dad knocked on the door and answered, "Huh?" Uncle Cheng froze, suddenly and fiercely, and quickly called the police.
"You can't wait for the police to come and knock on the door together." Dad said to Uncle Cheng. Oh, yes! Right! " Uncle Cheng also came up to help.
Does the security door mean you can hit it if you hit it? After more than ten minutes, the door was still not knocked down. At this moment, the police came. The police smashed the door open with special tools.
As soon as dad saw the door open, he held his breath and ran to the kitchen to take his sister out. The police uncle turned off the gas valve and opened the window to ventilate.
Sister Jingjing was taken to the hospital immediately. During the rescue, her parents also came back. After a long wait, Jingjing's sister was rescued and opened her eyes.
The doctor came over and said to her parents. If you come a little later, the rescue will be in big trouble.
Uncle Cheng said to Jingjing's father, "Thank Papa Hanhan, you have to thank him!" "
Jingjing's mother was so excited that she didn't know what to say. She kept saying thank you, while Jingjing's father was so busy that he wanted to kneel down. ......
Through this incident, as well as similar neighborhood incidents that happened later, everyone understood the truth of mutual assistance. Now, the relationship between my family and my neighbors is getting closer and closer, and everyone is scrambling to help anyone who has something.
May your relationship with your neighbors be the same as mine-zero distance!
It was a particularly cold winter, with heavy snow and white everywhere. In the afternoon, when I was bored doing winter vacation homework, a clear but faint Yo and Sheng Sheng echoed in the corridor: "Recycling newspapers-recycling old household appliances-recycling-".
Hearing this, I looked at the old newspapers and broken cartons in the corner, leaned my head out of the window and shouted, "Hello, master, I have it!" " "Soon, a sallow and emaciated little boy came into view. He is about my age and is in the prime of school. He must have helped his parents share the work during the winter vacation. Because of the cold weather, the little boy kept his hand over his mouth to keep warm, but his feet trotted all the way to my house without slowing down. He patiently separated the broken cartons from the old newspapers with delicate hands, weighed the quality and mumbled the accounts with me. Then he took out the crumpled dirty money from his pocket. Looking at him at the same age, out of sympathy, I took some extra-curricular books from the bookshelf and gave them to him: "Take these books and have a look. I'll give them to you. "
Half a day passed quickly, and it was near dusk, and snowflakes were still flying all over the sky. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock "What are you doing?" I'm a little unpopular with this unexpected guest, I said impatiently. The little boy took out seven or eight brand-new RMB from his chest pocket and said to me, "Thank you for your book. The money is in the book. I was afraid that you would lose money and be anxious, so I sent it to you from the suburbs. " I quickly thought in my mind: this money must be my lucky money, sandwiched in the book. I met him by chance, and no one knew who he was. He can't send it back. I took the money he handed me and said, "Really, thank you for bringing it back. Actually, there's no need to send it back. I don't know! " "The little boy smiled and said," My mother often teaches me the family motto: honesty is the foundation, and people are built by faith. ".I can't take your money for nothing. Thank you for your book. My mother is still waiting for me to go back for dinner. Goodbye! "Say that finish, the little boy turned away.
I stood by the window, watching the little boy holding an umbrella, facing the snow, slowly disappearing into the street. Suddenly, a picture came to my mind: at the other end of the city, in a dilapidated rental house, the little boy found a brand-new bill while reading extracurricular books in dim light, said goodbye to his mother after a little thinking, and walked to my side in the heavy snow ... I sincerely praised the little boy! What makes him face money without greed? What made him pay back the money without knowing it? I admire that mother very much, and with her simple, kind, honest and upright family style, she has cultivated such a virtuous teenager. Looking at the snow outside the window, I felt a warm current in my heart.