Essay on family affection, narrative essay, preferably 600 words

Family affection is the most precious kind of warmth in the world. Family affection is a green grass that bathes it.

It is the raindrop of love; Family affection is a flower that does not bloom, and it is the sunshine of love that shines on it; Family affection is an evergreen tree, and what watered it is the fountain of love.

Dad helped my uncle in Lanzhou, and he called ** every day to greet us. No matter how busy he is or how unhappy he is, he still insists on playing ** every day.

Once, I did very badly in the exam, and my mood was extremely bad, and it happened that my father called**, and I still asked this and that as usual. For the first time, I yelled at my father, "You ask this question all day, you can't be annoyed!"

Dad was silent for a while and said to me, "Daughter, what's wrong with you, aren't you happy?" Tell Dad what happened.

I said coldly, "No need! The other end was silent again.

Not long ago, my dad came back and bought a lot of my favorite snacks and the "giant panda" I had been longing for for a long time, and I was very happy. Dad seemed to have put that incident behind him, and I didn't dare to mention it again. It wasn't until the next day that my uncle, who was helping my uncle with my father, came to my house.

Mom hurriedly cooked a delicious meal for us, and I was also busy serving the food. The uncle said to me: "The last time you hit **, you were still angry with your father, which made your father worry about you, and he couldn't sleep all night."

Suddenly, I couldn't help but cry.

While watching TV in the evening, I quietly apologized to my dad. But Dad said, "It's okay, everyone wants to vent when they are unhappy, which is understandable."

However, if there is anything in the future, be sure to tell your father! After saying that, my father stopped making a sound, and I quietly wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes.

Family affection is spring rain, moisturizing things silently. Family affection is warm, family affection is selfless, family affection is great, and at the same time family affection is silent.

Remembering a blue umbrella in my vision, I have had to be tied up by a blue umbrella for so long ......The blue is as clear as the air. On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to pick me up with a blue umbrella, the top of my head was blue, and my shoulders were covered in blue, and there was a blue rainless sky as far as I could see. On a rainy day at that time, I raised my head and said to my mother, but I noticed that half of my mother's air was a gloomy gray, and the wind alienated the raindrops and fell into my mother's gray air, my mother's shoulders were wet, and the hair on her forehead was also wet, and I was still in a blue rainless air.

Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "no, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied quietly, and my vision fell on the tilted handle of the umbrella, "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom said firmly, "No, there really isn't a .......""When I was older, I no longer had to ask my mother to pick me up on a rainy day, and the blue umbrella was fading in the cabinet year by year, and I thought I had forgotten about it.

If it's a coincidence, it's a rainy day, and it's the blue umbrella again, under the umbrella are my mother and me, and I'm almost as tall as my mother holding the umbrella. My vision so unconsciously fell on the handle of the umbrella, and the scene was mixed with the situation of the hour, and my mother was covered in a blue rainless sky. And my shoulders were wet, and my hair was wet.

The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "no, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," Mom said frequently. "Mom, it's really not crooked, no.

There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I looked back, I saw bright droplets of water across my mother's cheeks. The faded umbrella reappeared as blue as it used to be. The facts are revealed, for so long, my mother has held up a rainless air for me, at this moment, I want to give my mother a happy day, even if Meng Jiao said that whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with Sanchunhui.

So my vision was tied to the blue umbrella, I was the one who fought under the lamp late every night, and I was the one who crossed the make-up class address every weekend ......All because of the slanted blue umbrella. The blue, clear as the air, made me dare not take my vision away, and I never dared to take it away.