My family story 1 I don't know when my family changed.
Before, when I first moved into my new home, my home was always deserted. It was summer vacation when I first moved in. Mom and dad have to work. Go out early and come back late every day. I'm the only one at home. Face the mobile phone, computer and homework every day. I just moved into the community and I don't know anyone. Old friends in my hometown can't meet each other, and that's all that can accompany me. It turns out that in my hometown, my father, who likes to call friends and drink together, seems to have no friends because he moved to a new home, so he can only drink at home alone at night.
I don't know when this cold and cheerless day has quietly changed. There are always many strangers coming in and out at home, and the dining table is always crowded with people. I don't know when there were not enough chairs for three people, so my mother had to move out the extra plastic stools to sit.
Every day when I come home from school and push open the door, there are three or five strange faces sitting on the sofa at home, crossing their legs, leaning on the backrest of the sofa, holding the remote control of the TV in their hands and constantly changing channels. I often take a few children with me, and the children also lean on their parents and stare at the TV. Dad, who has gone home, is busy in the kitchen, with a lot of ingredients at his feet. The dishes in the pot are fried with fire. When my father saw me, he introduced me and said, "These uncles, aunts and children are my friends in the community." I haven't heard that dad has friends in the community. These friends must be newcomers. Then, my father sent me to do my homework. When the meal arrived, a large group of people gathered around the dining table, and all kinds of delicious food were placed on a slightly smaller table. Dad and his so-called friends opened the beer lid, raised their glasses again and again, and continued drinking. The volume of drinking is like a tsunami. Basically, it didn't break up until late at night, and sometimes dad was warmly invited to KTV. Dad, who used to go to bed early at home, now comes home at two or three in the middle of the night. I still get drunk when I go home every day, and the smell of wine is very strong. When I came back, I fell asleep. I snored like Lei Zhen, which made me unable to sleep well. As a result, my family has gradually changed in this day of drinking all day.
My home has changed, from barren to prosperous. I don't know if it's good or bad.
The second door of my story is a line of defense to prevent thieves from stealing at home ... but the iron gate downstairs in my house has gone wrong several times, two of which are so serious that we almost can't go home.
The first time was on a quiet night in March this year. Our family was about to go to bed when suddenly a loud noise woke us up. I heard that an uncle accidentally broke the key in the lock when he opened the door-the door could not be opened when it was closed. The next morning, we could only open a small door on the side, but no one had a key, so we had to pad it with something to avoid accidentally closing it. Unfortunately, something happened. Walking home at night, I found the door closed-I couldn't get in. Just when we were in a hurry, my good friend Dudu's grandfather came back, and there was nothing we could do. We rang the doorbell one by one, but no one answered, and the room was dark. Fortunately, an uncle on the sixth floor of the last family didn't go out and helped us open the small door, which solved the urgent need and didn't have to sleep on the street. After we went in, we immediately took a wooden stick and stuck it on the door to keep it open. At the same time, immediately notify the property company to repair the bad lock on the iron gate, and the problem is solved.
The iron gate guards the safety of our family day and night, slowly rusting off the paint, but always standing there, not lazy, not sleepy, not leaving the post.
A few days ago, we went out early and went downstairs, only to find that the lock core of the iron gate was sealed with tape. It may be that the sealer was in a hurry and didn't seal it completely. I didn't understand what was going on at that time. Dad found that the sliding door opened with a light touch, and the lock was completely useless. The iron gate has become a decoration, which can be opened casually from the outside. It doesn't matter whether it's locked or not. Dad told me: "Now that the door downstairs is broken, our family should be more aware of theft."
Our iron gate is old, so it's time to retire. How to deal with it is really a bit nerve-racking. We should focus on the whole building, and * * * will contribute to buy a new door, and the cost will be shared equally. Dad said my idea was good.
On the first day, in the early morning, I was awakened by the telephone ringing in my sleep. I got up in a daze, picked up the phone and vaguely saw that it was my mother.
"hello?" I snorted feebly. Mother's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Son, you have to go to school by yourself today. It's time to get up now. Also, get dressed quickly, don't dawdle. Remember to have a hot meal after brushing your teeth. The rice is stuffy in the pot. If-"she seems to be eager to finish serializing quickly, it is conceivable that one hundred people are not at ease with me. "All right, all right!" I said, "I will do it well! Goodbye! "
After hanging up the phone, I sighed, shook my head, got dressed, and my heart was full of complaints about my mother. Why is she so worried about me? I am no longer a child, alas ... I shook my head again. in ten minutes ...
I was enjoying a hearty breakfast prepared by my mother from morning till night when the bell rang again. I reluctantly answered my father's phone. Before I could say "hello", I heard my father's words sweeping like a long dragon: "Son, are you up?" Have a good meal! After dinner, check whether your schoolbag is packed. You are always careless! Speaking of the main idea, don't forget to bring your key and bus card ... "I can't help but marvel at the amazing similarity between my parents." Oh! I knew it! Don't worry! Goodbye! "I immediately hung up the phone. I thought gloomily: These are my parents! The story of my family is screaming in the morning!
Twenty minutes later. ...
I just found an empty seat on the bus when the phone rang again. Mom called again.
"Son, did you get on the bus?"
"Of course!" I said angrily, really angry in my heart. "Why are you always worried about me?" ! "
"Because you are my son."
I froze. Once again, I was speechless. Of course I understand the meaning of this sentence, but I just don't know how to answer it. I calmed down and finally found out the truth. My parents' worries, to be exact, are called caring. I am indeed their son, which is why they asked me so closely if I was safe.
My family story, that's it. People always care about others. This morning, three phone calls made me understand. in ten minutes ...
I called while walking: "Hello? Mom? Did you go to work? Is there a traffic jam? Is everything going well? " ……
After school, I put on my schoolbag and rushed to my destination like a gust of wind. Along the way, my stomach kept beating the horn of the charge-hungry! Hungry! Hungry! I touched my stomach and ran into the kitchen. Ah! There are waves of bamboo shoots coming at us. Ah, stewed bamboo shoots with bacon. The pot just opened is obviously a duck raised by grandma's family. It's really mouth watering. Scrambled eggs with red and yellow tomatoes. Ah, today is my favorite. I quickly set the dishes at home in three steps and two steps, waiting for my mother's horn to blow.
I craned my neck to look forward to it, and finally I had dinner. I picked up the bowl and turned on the rice cooker. I want to know why there are two colors of rice, one is white and the other is yellow in white. "I know! It must be leftovers from yesterday. " Leftovers have always been the "patent" of parents, and occasionally grandma has to scramble to eat them. However, under normal circumstances, grandma doesn't have to serve her own food, so grandma basically has no chance to eat leftovers. "I have grown up now, and I have to learn to be filial. I'll eat this bowl of rice! " I did not hesitate to put some yellow rice into the rice cooker in my recent white rice and walked out of the kitchen.
Grandma saw it and took my rice: "Little granddaughter, how did you rob my special rice! I am old and have a bad mouth. I should eat something light. Come on! Go and get another bowl of fresh rice. I ate this bowl of rice. " I listened, nodded and walked into the kitchen helplessly.
Dad came back from work and saw the bowl of leftovers in grandma's hand. "mom! Your digestion is not good. Let me eat this bowl of rice! I am strong, so it doesn't matter whether I eat or not. The nutrition of fresh rice is easier to absorb. Come on! Let me help you with a bowl of rice! " Say that finish, he grabbed the leftovers, walked to the front of the rice cooker and filled a bowl of fresh rice.
Mom was about to come over to fill the rice when she saw the leftovers by the pot. "You go out early and come home late every day. It's too hard. I ate this bowl of rice. I'm not busy at work, so I exercise every day. I am in good health. This bowl of rice is mine. " Then she sat down and prepared to eat.
I am in a hurry, because my mother gets up at 6 o'clock every morning to cook for us, and then rushes to work after dinner. After work, she went directly to the market in ....................................................................................................................................................................... No! I am the most relaxed, this bowl of leftovers should be eaten by me! However, what can I do to get this bowl of rice?
I blinked and looked out of the window from time to time. There is a bird's nest in the big tree outside the window. With it, my brain is wide open. The story of crows feeding back inspired me. Yes, my teeth are shaking these days, so I can use this excuse to "cheat" the bowl. I shook my head and played, complaining from time to time that I was so tired at school! ""ah! I have a toothache. " I suddenly shouted, and my mother replied, "Who told you to sit and eat dishonestly!" "I didn't eat much lunch today because the rice was too hard. The teacher asked me to go home to eat porridge. Forget it. Let me eat the softest rice in this bowl. "In this way, I successfully cheated this bowl of rice and ate it happily. The whole family laughed at my delicious food.
"I love my family, grandparents, parents ..." I love my family, a filial family. I know this filial song will be passed down from generation to generation in my family.
In the morning, my mother brought a big cardboard box. "Guess what's inside?" My curiosity came up at once. I guessed several times, but I didn't get it right. "Let me reveal it!
"wow! It's a rooster! " I looked at it curiously. I've only seen small yellow chickens on the market, but I've never seen such a big cock at close range. Maybe it's the first time to come to my house! He looks strange, sticking his head out left and right. In the sun, I saw its colorful feathers, shining in the sun, as if a princess was wearing colorful feather clothes, which attracted attention. The red crown on its head is like our crown. It is easy to recognize it as a male and very beautiful.
It has great power. It fluttered a few times, and the carton swayed and stood unsteadily. Its sound is very bright, as if it had a megaphone in its mouth, which made us sleep badly and often woke us up in the middle of the night. Its mouth is very sharp, like a knife, and it pecks out all the cartons.
We also found an interesting phenomenon. You see, it nods every step, wobbles, and seems to be unable to get enough of it. Not tired? I'm really worried. I guess: the reason why the chicken nods is because it wants to digest rice. Remember that the digestive function is poor, there are no teeth, and you need to nod your head to digest. In fact, my mother told me that chickens nod to keep their center of gravity, keep their eyesight stable and better observe the surrounding environment. Although the chicken stayed in my house for many days, it was still very nervous. As soon as we got close to it, the voice sounded "whoa, whoa!" It's like saying, "Go away, this is my place!" ! "I suspect that its eyes are blocked. How did you know I was coming?
Chicken is still a glutton! Every meal time, before the meal is ready, it has already cried, as if to say, "Eat, eat, I want to eat rice!" " "We caught a handful of rice and threw it into the air, and the chicken jumped to eat rice. Under our temptation, the rooster became an acrobat, which made us laugh. " Zap, za "It pecked the rice into its mouth, then swallowed it, and in a short time, a handful of rice was eaten up.
Do you want such a chicken?
Everyone has his own home, which is warm, joyful and happy. My home is no exception. There are three members in my family: me, my mother and my father. Although my mother and father are very different in age, our hobbies are the same, and we both like studying very much. We spend every day happily.
Every night from 6: 30 to 8: 30 is the study time for the three of us, and it is also the happiest time for us. Today is the same. After dinner, my parents and I began to arrange our study plans as usual. "Today, we have a triple task. First, I want to finish my English homework, Dongning (dad) wants to write an article, and Jiajia (I) wants to continue writing his fairy tales. Ok, let's start studying. " Mom said these words, and we started today's study. I use the computer, my mother is in the study and my father is in the living room. The noisy home just now became silent. The three of us are immersed in our studies, and there is only the rustle of writing and the sound of typing in the room. I feel tired after writing for a while. I want to see what my parents are doing. So, my body was pulled by curiosity, and I left the computer involuntarily and walked to the study. Looking through the glass on the door, I saw my mother writing intently, sometimes thinking intently, and sometimes writing hard, very devoted. I accidentally touched the glass outside, and my mother didn't notice it. After seeing my mother, I sneaked into the living room and saw my father writing an article on the table. He frowned and thought hard, but there was not a word on the paper, and it was still blank. Suddenly, my father seemed to be inspired and immediately buried himself in writing. I am ashamed to see such a scene. My parents are still studying hard there at this age, and I am still playing like this when I study ... Thinking of this, I immediately went back to the computer and typed the article quietly and seriously. There was silence in the room, only the sound of writing and typing.
After about 1 hour, the tasks of the three of us were successfully completed. At this time, my mother began to sum up: "In this evening's study, it was Yang who accomplished our task best. He writes very carefully and the article is well written! " I can't help blushing when I hear this.