The baby in my heart family affection essay

There will always be such a warm current, gently, slowly, flowing in the bottom of people's hearts, where it flows, spring flowers bloom. Yes, the name of that river is called family affection.

I don't know what family affection is, but I know that I am happy under the light of family affection.

I always remember that every winter, I would wear a sweater that my aunt sewed with a needle, which was very comfortable and warm. I know that it is family affection, which has forced back the chill of winter. Bathed in the sunshine of love, winter, no longer cold.

An accident caused my aunt to leave me forever. I miss her very much, but I believe that love is eternal, and that long river of love will still flow in my heart.

I always remember that when I was a child, I used to fall asleep sweetly in my grandmother's arms. Grandma held me in her arms, looked at me lovingly and lovingly, and called softly in her heart: Good grandson, good grandson......

My grandmother is old, and although she can only struggle with the disease in the hospital after working all her life, in the depths of my heart, I still often think of those two warm words: good grandson, good grandson, good grandson......

And my mom and dad, they have always cared for me with selfless love.

Mom always got up early to prepare for me and always got up late at night to fold the quilt for me. Dad has been running around for work in the field all the year round, and I always remember their hard work and their dedication.

The river of love flows quietly in the depths of everyone's heart, and I believe that it will never dry up.

I can't explain family affection in words, and perhaps, the most sincere emotions themselves don't need to be interpreted.

Every time I see the eyes of the bereaved children on TV longing for love, my heart is pierced. A person who has lived in the shelter of family affection since he was a child and has never lacked love really can't imagine the pain of not having loved ones, and even doesn't want to imagine it.

If one day, all my loved ones are gone, what will the world be like? I didn't dare to think about it.

However, it is such a reality that everyone wants to escape, but they have encountered it. In 08 years of Wenchuan Da**, countless people have experienced this unimaginable pain. Their grief, their despair, their heart-wrenching cries, all shook our heartstrings.

In the midst of despair, there is always hope. Those compatriots who lost their loved ones eventually survived. Yes, the loved ones they have lost who loved them dearly, are still watching them in heaven, giving them strength and making them strong.

Family affection, an endless river, maybe one day, it will disappear from your vision for a short time, but you will eventually see it gush out again.

Under the nourishment of this long river, we are happy!

Silently, blowing the earth green; Love bai, wordless, moisturizes the heart. du

I used to think that my father was a person who was emotionally dull.

When I was a kid, my mother accompanied me, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bicycle, it was my mother who picked me up when I fell, and it was my father who stood by and shouted for me to get up and continue.

When I was a child, it was my father who beat me and my mother who drugged me.

At the birthday party, it was my mother who blew out the candles with me. It was my father who blew up the balloons for me.

My finger was infected, and it was my mother who was holding me tremblingly when I went to the hospital to get my bad nails removed and repeatedly telling me not to be afraid, and it was my father who was holding me tightly and silently.

Could it be that my father doesn't express his feelings, or is it ......

I began to search for answers with my heart.

Every time, my bike had a minor problem, but the next day, it was repaired and polished, only to find out afterwards that my father had done it.

The morning before each exam, I would have sharpened pencils on my desk, and only later did I know that my father had done it.

Every time I was angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen would light up, and I knew that my father had done it.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost always have a hot meal, and I know that my father made it.

The paper that was arranged on the desk was laid out by my father.

The beloved alarm watch on the bedside was repaired by my father.

You can write about the friendship between parents or friends, or between relatives.

Please love is a full life, just like a wine glass full of wine", this is what Tagore said, life is like an empty wine glass, everyone's wine glass is a little bit of love, slowly filled, only love, can create a complete soul ??

What I have the most is the love of my parents, what they give me is not only material care, but also spiritual love, there is no gorgeous packaging, rich content, it is love, simple, but there is a warm and sweet feeling like milk tea

I failed in the math test, everyone did very well in the test, my best friend scored 97 points, what about me? That's 10 points less than her!

I was in a terrible mood, so annoyed that I didn't want to say anything, so I came home with a gloomy face, grabbed a few mouthfuls of food, and slammed the door into the room. In the evening, I did my homework for a long time, and it was already 8:45, and I couldn't do it well at all because I was irritable.

When it was time to sleep, my mother walked in, put a glass of warm milk on the table, and said lightly: "Drink it while it's hot, it doesn't matter if you don't take the test, try hard next time!" The tone is so bland, as if I just miswrote 1 word, 87 points, and was deducted 13 points......I was a little surprised, how could it be?

I had expected my mother to criticize me, and I had even prepared a defense and a rebuttal for this fierce verbal war of my fantasies, but ......I stayed there, my expression must have been comical, and it wasn't until the "bang" of my mom coming out of the room and closing the door that I came back to my senses a little

I turned around a little dazedly, "pop", my desk calendar fell off the table, the paper was spread out on the floor in a mess, I bent down to pick up the desk calendar, flipped to this month's one, flipped over, I was stunned, there was a month ago, marked with a circle and a line of small words: "Mom's birthday", I felt like something had fallen, like a stone falling into a calm lake, stirring up bursts of waves, today is my mother's birthday, I actually forgot, It's only been a month, and I forgot!

Today, not only did I not prepare any gifts, but I actually made myself so annoying because of my math grades. In the past, my mother remembered my birthday firmly, but what about me, I didn't even remember my mother's birthday......?

The aroma of milk gradually wafted into my nose, I held the cup in my hand, how warm it was, it was soothing my frozen and stiff fingers, I carefully took a sip, lukewarm, sweet and mellow, thick, really delicious! What's wrong with me?

Usually, I hate drinking milk the most, but I pinched my nose and drank it when I heard that drinking milk can grow taller (because my dad promised that if I grew taller, I could have a puppy!). How to ...... todayI "grunted" a few sips and drank it, it was very fragrant, and although I drank milk every night, I felt that there was no better milk in the world than I had drunk today!?

The taste of love is close at hand, but it comes from the depths of the heart!

Children's shoes are really convincing you, and the composition has to be asked.

Crying chirp hot air purifier sister-in-law went straight back on her birthday.