Family

Family is the snow on the top of Changbai, simple but eternal; family is the flowing water of the Tigris River, soft but long; family is the sunset of Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; family is the inscription on the plain of Mesopotamia, blurred but Also forever. Family, family, and family have transcended time and space, weaving a beautiful rainbow of life.

The night was deep, I was squatting on the table, and the light across the window extinguished people and went to sleep. I look at the homework in my hand, hey, I can only make a difference if I persist and stick to it! Exhausted eyes, a slender shadow appeared at my desk. I looked back - it was Mom, she appeared in front of my face with a thick cup of milk. She said softly: "Daughter, it’s almost 9 o’clock, still doing homework! Drink it quickly, finish it early. Sleeping!" After that, my mother turned and went downstairs to do housework. The cup of milk is still hot, and the warm aroma slowly flows into my heart. This is the family, always bringing warmth to me when she needs her most.

The father raised his palm, and the wide palm seemed to contain all the hope and anger. I closed my eyes and a tear drips from the corner of my eye. I know, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t have looked at my father. The eye-catching "69" on the test paper for a long time, I opened my eyes, there was no burning pain in my ear, I looked at my father with horror, the father who had anger but could not bear to start, from his eyes, I read the disappointment Love and pity. The father reluctantly put down his hand and spit out the words: "Go, go upstairs!" I understand the meaning of my father. He wants me to continue to work hard, to work hard, to regain my own. Results. I don't know why, I burst into tears, the silent love, the heart of hope, the deepest and most sincere love!

I dragged my tired body down the stairs, trying to wash my face, and a scent flew straight into my nostrils. Wow! Good incense! I looked for the source of the fragrance in a dream-like way, but I saw my favorite in the hands of my mother's frozen red---- Xiaolong buns. When she saw me, she screamed happily: "Oh, come eat buns!" She jumped out of the car and sent the buns into my hands. It turned out that my mother went to help me buy buns early in the morning. I took the buns and a warm current flowed into my heart. Family, just like the scent of this buns, sweet but never inferior!

Family is a tricky stream that brings sweetness to my heart; family is a soft sun, letting the frozen soul melt silently, and the family is a quiet harbor, which makes my voyage exhausted.

There is a kind of love, it is higher than the sky; there is a kind of love, it is deeper than the sea, there is a kind of love, it is higher than the mountain; there is a kind of love, it is called family.

"The mother's hand in the line, wandering on the clothes. The line is tightly sealed, and the intention is delayed. Whoever speaks the heart, reports Sanchunhui." If you ask me what is the greatest thing in the world, I will not hesitate to answer: "Family."

I have heard such a thing:

There is a college student. Although his family is very poor, and his mother died at the age of six because of the late stage of liver cancer, he relied on his father’s painstaking cultivation and was admitted to a very famous university in the local area - but at the beginning of school. Not long ago, he was seriously ill, vomiting all day, dizzy, listening to his father said that he had been doing this for several days, so they went to the hospital for a check. When the test results came out, his father was paralyzed. The doctor said that his son had liver cancer, and like his mother, it was late. His father didn't believe it. He immediately squatted on the ground and asked the doctor to save his son's life. The kind doctor couldn't help him. He had to tell him: "Your son can only live for up to six months, still need some money, buy some patients. It’s delicious, here is to take the money and throw it into the fire pit. I advise you to prepare your son’s aftermath.” On that day, he went crazy in the hospital, and when he saw the doctor, he licked his head and even headed. The blood was thrown out, but the hospital never took his son. Later, the father had to take his son home to raise the glass.

One day, my father was afraid that his son would have an accident at home, so he took his son to the garbage dump to sell it. On the way home, his father suddenly fell to the ground, his lips purple, his eyes closed, his son was shocked, he immediately picked up his father, and his father slowly reached into his trouser pocket and took out a 沓The scattered money, one yuan, five horns, one corner, the most is only two yuan of two yuan, suddenly, the son found a piece of paper sandwiched in the money, and soon, he excitedly left tears :

The second day: the pain of memories