Essay on family affection, no less than 450! Hurry up!! 5

Read affection.

On the weekend, I was sitting on the balcony alone, holding a heavy composition book, flipping through it, and suddenly, my hands froze there, and my eyes were fixed on the 153-page essay title—my mother.

Spread out the book and start looking.

In the text, the mother portrayed by the author is so great, selflessly dedicated to her children until the last moment of her life......

Towards the end of the story, a familiar ** floated into my ears, and it sounded so beautiful: "Only mothers are good in the world, and mothers' children are like a treasure ......."”

Listening to this melody, my eyes couldn't help but look at the green mountains and rivers in the distance, and my hand couldn't help but close the book, and a figure in my mind became clear......

My classmates were gone, and I was the only one left in the classroom. I sat in the third seat of the third row, quietly and intently looking at the drizzle outside the window, and whispered: "Other people's parents are here, but why don't my parents come to pick me up?"

Say that children are the treasure of parents, and if this is really the case, then why didn't they come alone?

When I walked to the window, my eyes were still stunned as the rain fell to the ground and splashed tiny beads. From time to time, I look at the school gate, and I ...... in 10 minutes20 minutes ......An hour ......The figure of the man who was eagerly awaited still did not appear in my sight. I was "hopeless", completely "hopeless".

No way, no matter what, I always had to go home, I picked up my bag and walked out of the classroom.

I wanted to cry, but I didn't, maybe because there were too many people on the road, maybe it was because I turned my head too much, or maybe it was because of my poor self-esteem ......

I kept walking, but I didn't realize that the drizzle had turned into a downpour, so I held my schoolbag in my arms, lowered my head, and walked forward cautiously.

Alas? What is that? I slowly lifted my rain-soaked head: "Mom" at the moment, I couldn't tell if it was rain or tears on my face.

The melody had paused, it had begun to drizzle outside the balcony, and my eyes were fixed on the book in my hand. My eyes were glazed, and I tried not to let the tears flow, but it still desperately burst out of my eyes, down my face, into my mouth, at that moment, I tasted the taste of tears, it turned out, tears are not necessarily salty, it can sometimes be sweet.

Mother's love is a timeless classic book; Mother's love is a white cloud; A mother's love is a clear, sparkling spring. Family affection is great, and maternal love is even more selfless!

I hope all mothers in the world are happy, healthy and happy!

Mommy's hand.

I love my mother, and I love my mother's hard-working, warm hands.

By chance, I noticed my mother's hand. It was a pair of hands that did not match their age, ten fingers were thin and long, and the green tendons on the surface of the hands were prominent, as if each one was engraved with the traces of time.

I remember one winter morning last year, when the wind was howling and the rain was pouring down. On the way out of school, I accidentally fell and was covered in mud. When I got home, I was afraid of being scolded by my mother and wanted to wash it up, but how cold it should be to wash my clothes in this weather!

So I quietly threw my dirty clothes in the corner while my mother wasn't looking.

In the evening, I was doing my homework when I suddenly heard a burst of brushing sounds. I followed the sound and saw my mother squatting by the kitchen faucet, struggling to rub the mud-stained padded jacket. Looking at my mother's struggling movements, I felt very guilty.

I feel that my mother, who has worked all day, is not washing clothes, but washing away the filth of my soul!

In the pearl of my memory, there is another one: for some reason, I had a "conflict" with my mother, and I said bad things about my mother in anger. Mom was on fire, it was the first time I had seen her so angry, I pretended not to care, and still chattered.

Mom raised her hand angrily and dropped her ...... highAlthough it doesn't hurt this time, it hurts in my heart.

At night, I didn't know whether I was wronged or remorseful, so I secretly hid in the bed and cried. At this time, someone patted my quilt, I quickly wiped away my tears, and when I saw it, it turned out to be my mother, and my disobedient tears swirled in my eyes again. My mother sat down and apologized to me, I felt extremely ashamed and uneasy in my heart, and I didn't know what to say, my mother stretched out her warm hands and signaled to high-five her to "reconcile".

I reached out and gave my mom a loud high-five.

That night, I tossed and turned. When I closed my eyes, I saw countless pairs of mother's hands shaking: hands vigorously scrubbing their clothes in the icy water; Hands carrying baskets of groceries in the morning; Late at night, hand ...... mending clothes under the lamp

All along, I have been trying to find the main color of life, trying my best to grasp the main line of life, looking for a long time before I found that hidden behind you, ordinary can no longer be ordinary family affection, family affection is the main color of colorful life. And to grasp the main line of life, you and I only need to be grateful for family affection.

Inscription. From childhood to adulthood, from youth to maturity, we all take family affection for granted, just because the people around us who love us have always loved, never stopped, and never proclaimed their love in a high-profile manner.

Family affection is the most brilliant sunshine in the world, no matter how far we go, how high we fly, their eyes are always behind us, when you cry, they give you the power to wipe away your tears, but they are distressed in their backs; When you fall, they give you the strength to get up, but they themselves shed tears where you fell; When you smile, they smile brighter than you do, as if great joy comes upon them; When you succeed, they are more excited and proud than you, as if God has given them such a wonderful favor; They do something wrong, and when you quarrel with them, they bow their heads and keep silent, but they apologize to you in their hearts. When you slam the door unquickly, they cry silently, but they are still worried about whether it is safe for you to go out angry. When you refuse to talk to them because you are impatient with their nagging, they still talk about the bits and pieces of your life, just because that heart never stops thinking about ......

In our growth, how much they have given us after all, we have never paid attention to it, just because their love is ordinary, there is no mountain alliance and sea oath, no sea is dry, no sweet words. But the love they give lasts longer and is more intimate than anything else. That wordless love is the most beautiful voice in the world.

One day, we will find that we have forgotten to look at them with a grateful heart for everything they have given us. We are always emphasizing our ups and downs, forgetting that they also have a sense of taste; We always emphasize our powerlessness in life, but forget that they are also living like us, but they are strong because of us while living powerlessly; We always emphasize our vision of life and the future, but forget that the future life is more accessible and happier because of what they give.

One day we will be them, but will we do it all as they did, and will we be able to hold on to the heavy baton they have passed to us in this emotional relay race?

Therefore, we will try to feel their giving with our hearts from today onwards, and respond to their efforts with our hearts, I believe that the scene of "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to raise but does not wait" will never become the most painful in our hearts.

Do you know what the greatest love in the world is? Do you know what is the most selfless love in the world? That's motherly love.

Mother's love is great, mother's love is selfless, mother's love is warm, and mother's love is sacred and broad. This kind of love does not ask for anything in return, it is as innocent as a sweet spring; Like the fine spring rain moistening the earth, it is continuous, and the friendship is deep; It is like the sediment in the long river of life, gradually precipitating in the washing, and integrating into the memory of life, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Once, I only scored more than 70 points in math, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to me, a student who has always had good grades. When I got home, I cried and fell into my mother's arms, but my mother said to me tenderly, it's okay!Children, you can't be a great person, you can be a happy person, but at least you have to be like grass, you can dedicate green and provide oxygen for people.

There will be many failures on the road of life, you can't bear it because of a failure, this time you don't do well in the exam, you don't work hard, you usually have to do more. Listening to my mother, I gained confidence in learning again. From then on, I listened carefully in class, and when I went home in the evening to finish my homework, I would do some practice problems.

My grades gradually improved, and although my mother's words were not famous words, they gave me courage.

I'm working on a draft and it's going to be done soon.