A short essay describing the warmth of the family, about 200 words, less than 250 words, too much do

I have a happy home, Mom and Dad and I. Our family of three has always been very happy, although sometimes they are quarrelsome, but they are still very sweet afterwards. Because we have the secret to maintaining the health of our family** – and that's love!

Mom and Dad would fight every day but it would be fine until it got dark, I was a little naughty and would do some mischievous things to make them angry, but they never hit me. Because they love me! That time, I broke the vase that my mother had just bought, and I was very worried!

I thought to myself: Mom will definitely stick out his three-year-old "claws" when he comes back, and he will be on my poor ass. I was very flustered and at a loss.

It was the door that opened, and I thought it was Mom back. Fortunately, it was a false alarm, and it turned out to be Dad. I told my dad about it and asked him for help, but I didn't expect him to say yes so easily.

So, we packed up the vase pieces and waited for our big boss to come back.

It was finally dark, the door opened, and Mom came in. My dad and I didn't say anything, just waiting for mom to make a move. I didn't expect my mother to say a word about the vase, maybe my mother has a bad memory and forgot, and my father and I didn't say that this catastrophe was in the past.

My mom has such a big temper and a small memory.

A week later, I confessed my mistake to my mother. Mom just gave me a few loud reprimands and it was fine. I think my mother is actually quite tolerant!

This is my home, a "happy home" made up of three lovely people!

We are a family.

We are a very happy family. Dad is the fiery sun, Mom is the crooked moon, and I am the brightest star in the sky.

Dad was very fat, especially his round belly, like a balloon that had been blown up. His voice was very loud, like thunder from Father-in-law, and others knew that he was coming from a distance. Winter is coming, and I don't need air conditioning at all, because Dad's body is very warm, like a stove.

So, I call my dad the sun, and he shines on me, warms me, and accompanies me.

My mother was gentle with me, and even though I sometimes did wrong things, my mother taught me kindly and made me feel like a spring breeze. Leaning on my mother's arms is like lying on a crooked boat, gently rocking around, very comfortable. That's why I call my mom the crooked moon.

What about me? I would like to be a shining star and always be by their side and add fun to their lives.

The warmth of the family for everyone.

I want to have it, because everyone has a beautiful family, a happy family, a happy family, ......

Can you feel the warmth of family deeply? I can deeply feel the warmth of family, in my home, everyone is happy and very lovely.

The wonderful family life brings warmth to me. In my family, my father, mother, brother and I are all part of the family's labor activists, and every Saturday and Sunday, if my father and mother don't go to work, the four of my family members clean up together at home. Dad cleans the windows, Mom washes clothes, my brother sweeps the floor, and I mop the floor.

In this way, the hygiene of my house is very clean. This family life made me feel how warm the family was. Can you feel it?

A happy family life brings warmth to me. In my house, every time I have dinner, there is the sound of chopsticks moving around, this is not gluttony, but we give the dish to each other, let him eat more good things, this is the happiness of my family brings a warm family. This family life made me feel how warm the family was.

Can you feel it again?

The happy family life brings me infinite warmth. Sometimes, after dinner at my house, my brother and I would take out a box of Ludo games to play with my father and mother. We asked for a color for each.

When we started playing, we each threw a plug, sometimes my mother took off first, sometimes I took off first, and my brother and father were very upset. In the process of playing, sometimes we will kill each other, you eat mine, I eat yours, sometimes my brother will cry loudly, and later, I still didn't eat my brother's chess pieces, so we lost money. Do you still want to try the warmth of such a family?

This family life made me feel how warm the family was. Can you feel it again?

Can you feel the warmth of such a beautiful, happy and happy family? I felt it all deeply. The warm memories of family are forever in my mind, and I sometimes remember that the warmth of family is always a happy family!

The stars that have just risen in the sky add a little silvery light to the night, and the world under the night is full of lively streets, noisy cars, naughty children, early lights, and people hurrying home. The slowly lit street lamps outside the window reflect the orange warmth of the curtains, and the space inside the curtains has illuminated books, sitting bears, steaming meals, people who arrive home on time, and a child's curiosity and expectation. Outside, there is loneliness in the bustle, and inside the house, there is warmth in the quiet.

Mom and Dad read the story to the child, and the child sang a song of primary color for the bear. The water vapor in the pots and pans dances gracefully, embracing the air around the people, and considerately caring for the walls that keep the whole family warm. The moisture outside the window touches the other side of the wall, conveying the goodwill of the world and blurring the boundaries of happiness.

What does happiness look like in everyone's heart? Is it in **? How can I find it?

In fact, happiness is a beautiful picture in everyone's heart, and this picture is outlined with different brushes. Happiness is everywhere, in the tears that move you, in the kind greetings, and ......when others give selfless loveAll of these will make you feel extremely happy. And I, too, use colored pens to sketch a picture of my own, happy, have a brush to outline happiness.

As long as you are willing to paint, happiness will come. That day, I was playing with my partner in an alley next to my house. There are many flowers planted here, and each season will have a different fragrance of flowers, no matter the elderly and children passing by, they will stop there to enjoy the flowers.

We played for a while when one of my neighbors fumbled up to us. She is blind, but she comes here every day to look for flowers, touch them, smell them. She walked over to the flowers, her right hand carefully searching for them.

Yes! She found it. She couldn't help but be pleasantly surprised, gently stroking this lucky little flower.

She lowered her head and smelled the fragrance of the flowers, looking like she was enjoying herself. Several times, I saw her admiring the flowers in the alleys, a consistent and unchanging movement. Every time I see her come to the alley to enjoy the flowers, I always learn from her to look for them.