One thing with the theme of family affection or patriotism about 600 words for junior high school n

I, a colorless and tasteless little flower, under the care of family affection, has become gorgeous and fragrant.

I, a flightless young bird, grew up under the nurturing of family affection.

Reminiscing about this warm family affection, one past event emerges in my mind.

I remember that day, it was raining lightly, and the raindrops were sparse and dense. I stood alone at the school gate, waiting for my mother to pick me up. Slowly, the rain became heavier and heavier, and just when I was in a hurry, I saw a familiar figure - my mother came.

Looking up, my mother was wearing thin clothes and holding a dripping flower umbrella in her hand. "Mom"! I screamed as I ran towards my mother.

She smiled and took my little hand. "Yikes! Mom, why are your hands so cold?

I blurted out. When I looked up again, I saw that my mother had almost the whole umbrella above my head. And my mother's whole body was already soaked.

I had a sore nose and wanted to say thank you to my mother. But he couldn't open his mouth, so he had to keep his head down and walk with his mother. Quietly pushed my mother's umbrella hand over her head until our backs disappeared into the ...... of the door

Mother's love is a bucket of paint, a bottle of perfume, giving me the most beautiful color, the most elegant fragrance ......

Thanksgiving for family affection.

What is kinship? Family affection is an umbrella in the storm, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Family affection is a light in the darkness, finding a way forward for me; Family affection is a fire in cold weather, driving away the cold for me; A comforting word when family affection or failure made me find myself again.

Family affection, which makes up this beautiful word, is like a spring breeze blowing in every corner of my life. It's everywhere. In the morning, my parents would wake up early to cook the sumptuous dishes on the table for me.

When I was about to leave home for school, my parents would nag a lot of "be careful on the road, watch the car when crossing the street, and listen carefully in class......We're coming back late in the evening, and you have to take care of yourself. These words have become compulsory before school every day. And when I came home from school, my parents were working outside to earn money and had not been able to come home, and the whole house was empty and I was the only one left, at this time my heart was sour, and my parents were always busy on the construction site, and it was at this time that I felt the greatness of family affection.

My parents gave me all my black hair, and I was left with only two sideburns; My parents gave me a straight waist, leaving only their bent backs; My parents gave me that young face, and wrinkles crept up the corners of their ...... eyesThese are all traces of Taoism left by family affection, but we usually don't pay attention to it. Friends, let us have a "grateful" heart! Let the otherwise ordinary life glow with charming brilliance.

While giving love, we can really feel the warmth of family affection. The value of love, the true meaning of filial piety, can more truly understand understanding, return and life!

Family affection is one of the highlights of life, and it will ...... when you are embarrassed, lonely, disappointed, and sadAs long as you need it, family affection will reach out to help you and accept you desperately. With family affection, your life will be more beautiful and colorful.

Let us have family affection together, cherish family affection, and be grateful for family affection.

That time, I understood family affection Everyone's emotions are extremely rich: family affection, friendship, love, nostalgia, patriotism--- some of these emotions are simple, some are complex; Some are light, some are deep; Some are sincere, some are false--- however, as we grow up, some make us look forward to it, and some make us afraid to face it.

I still remember it vividly. As I grew older, I began to feel that my parents' control over me was superfluous, and that I should have my own private space and secrets, and that I no longer needed my parents to ask about them, and I didn't need my parents to know too many secrets. So, I didn't let my parents into my room, and when I went out to school, I would lock the door and hang a sign outside the door that said "No Entry".

One day when I came home from school, I was about to take out the key to open the door of the room, but I found that the door was not locked, I remember that I had a lock when I went to school in the morning, why is it open now? I thought to myself, my parents must have entered my room. Thinking about it, I rushed out of the room angrily, my parents happened to be in the living room, they were talking and laughing.

Suddenly, I rushed up to them and shouted, "Didn't I tell you not to come into my room?" Besides, don't you see the sign outside the door?

Hearing me say such things, the smile on my parents' faces disappeared, and my father said angrily, "Girl, how can you read us like this?" "And I saw in my mother's eyes that she was disappointed in me at this time.

Anyway, don't come into my room again. I dropped the sentence and rushed into the room. As soon as I entered the room, I saw that the quilt was bulging, as if something was lying in it, I opened the quilt, it was a laptop, and there was a small card next to it, which read:

Girl, it's your birthday in a few days, this is a gift from me and your dad, I hope you like it. At this point, my tears fell like beads of lost thread, and I hurried out of the room.

I told you to give it to her in person, but you just didn't listen, and said that you wanted to surprise her, and even went to climb the window. Look, I'm suffering myself now! Mom said as she helped Dad rub his back.

When my mother said this, I cried even more fiercely and ran to them: "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I was wrong.

A kind smile appeared on my mother's face and she said, "Girl, don't cry, we don't blame you." You must know that the affection between family and family cannot be broken, and what you did before will affect the relationship between us, do you understand?

That time, I read the family relationship, really read it thoroughly! I'm ashamed of what I did before.

Patriotism starts with a small thing.

How can this be done? The teacher asked us to do one thing, something that was not easy - we had to show patriotism. I racked my brains and didn't know how many brain cells I had killed, but I didn't know where to start.

Just when I was helpless, my mother came up to me and said, "Baby, what's wrong with you?" Is there a problem encountered?

Well! I nodded vigorously. Then I told my mother everything from beginning to end.

Children, patriotism is not necessarily reflected in major events, some small things can also reflect patriotism! "Mom's words are like a spring breeze blowing away the dark clouds in my heart. "That's right!

How did I not think of that? There is so much garbage on the street, if I pick it up, won't the motherland be cleaner? Yes, I'll pick up the trash now!

In a few moments, I was "fully armed" on the street, which was simply unsightly: chewing gum, food bags, rotten fruit, ......I took a deep breath as if I was going to complete a sacred mission, and then began to fight.

I picked up the dirty garbage and threw it into the prepared big plastic bag one by one, the stench emitted by the garbage made me want to give up several times, but thinking that the martyrs could throw their heads and spill their blood for the motherland, and sacrifice their lives, can I live in a peaceful era bow to these hateful garbage? Inspired by the spirit of the martyrs, I worked tirelessly to pick up the garbage, from one end to the other, and from one end to the other. People on the street may have been moved by my behavior, and more and more people bent down to help me pick up garbage.

Some sweep with brooms, some push with carts, and some simply put on gloves and grab ...... directly with their handsIn a short time, the whole street was cleaned and spotless. At this time, although I was sweating profusely, looking at the new street, my waist no longer hurts, and my back is no longer sore......

This time, I finally realized the true meaning of the joy of labor and patriotism.

Three years of junior high school life are coming to an end. Today, as I sit in the exam room and start writing this essay, the scenes of the past three years come back to me, so close to me, it seems that it was just yesterday

When I first entered the school, I couldn't adapt to the study life of middle school for a while, and I couldn't lift my spirits in class, so I often secretly watched **. These were all seen by the homeroom teacher one by one. I remember that time when the homeroom teacher came to class, I couldn't help but take out the **, but as soon as I opened it, I heard the teacher call my name.

I didn't know what to do for a while, so I stood up in a panic, but I didn't expect the ** in the drawer to fall to the ground with a "pop". I subconsciously lowered my head, ready to be criticized by the teacher. I thought the teacher must have been angry at the time.

However, instead of criticizing me on the spot, the teacher motioned for me to sit down. After class, the teacher took me to the office. He carefully explained how to adapt to the study life in secondary school and recommended me a few good books for me to read after class.

This may seem like a small thing for some of my classmates, but I kept it in my heart, and my academic performance skyrocketed. In the past three years, with the continuous education and help of my teachers, I have overcome difficulties, studied hard, and achieved excellent results. Now in the examination room of this high school entrance examination, I feel the grace of the teacher's teaching.

The three years of junior high school life are very memorable, and I still remember the first time I gave a speech under the national flag. On that day, it was time for our class to raise the national flag. The teacher asked me to write a speech in advance praising the new achievements in the construction of the motherland, and I was ready to give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony.

After accepting the assignment, I was both excited and nervous. How proud it is to speak under the national flag to the whole school! But I'm afraid that I can't write well and don't speak well, and I will lose face to the class.

Cherish this opportunity to exercise! "The teacher kept cheering me up. So, on Sunday, I went through a lot of materials, carefully conceived, and wrote a speech of more than 800 words.

After the teacher's revision, at home, I closed the door of my room and tried to speak more than 10 times, and naturally I was already in my chest. However, as soon as I arrived at the scene that day and saw so many pairs of eyes staring at me, I was a little panicked, cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my voice trembled. It was the teacher who threw me full of trust and encouragement from the audience, which made me muster up the courage to finish the speech and withstand a test.

The stars are moving, time is like an arrow, and the three-year junior high school life is about to end unconsciously. "Wave your hand, it's hard to say goodbye! "Although we have walked out of the junior high school gate, the friendship between teachers and students is unforgettable, and the colorful junior high school life will always remain in my heart.

After drinking the last sip of soy milk, I carefully put the 95-point test paper in front of my mother. She looked up and snorted, wrote her name, and continued to hit her sweater. I wanted to say something, but I swallowed it back anyway - I'm used to it anyway.

After packing my school bag, I closed the door with my hand, and the gentle closing sound of the door was like a sigh. I didn't look back, I walked straight to school.

Actually, I'd love her to smile at me. Say 'did well in the exam'. But my mother and I seem to have a natural enmity, and we have never stopped fighting since we were young.

It is in my nature to be willful and persistent. Whenever I got into trouble, she always kept silent, picked up a stick and hit me hard. I held back my tears, and a crisp thrust mixed with my father's shouting, which stopped my mother, and ended with a loud "bang" of the door—I ran away from it, and I often fantasized that I would never know when I would be able to break free from this darkness.

My father often told me that my mother actually loved me, but I didn't know how to express it, so try to communicate with her. Communicate? I sneered, and she even smiled at the beggar she didn't know on the side of the road, but she didn't show me anything.

The only words she used to express her love were the red marks that endlessly left on me, and the love I reciprocated was the sound of slamming the door more times than I spoke.

Thinking about it, my friend mysteriously patted me on the shoulder from behind and leaned over to tell me, "Do you know what day it is?" Mother!

Suddenly, the cold old face came to my mind again, and I said in disgust, "What's the matter with me? "Aren't you going to say something in front of you?

Your mother treats you so much, she is also 'hit in the child's body, and the pain is in the mother's heart'! "Finally, my friend gently knocked on my head and said; Think of one thing you yourself did to hurt your mother! ”

Yes, when I resented my mother for restraining me too much, I didn't think about the harm I did to him? Inadvertently, scenes of the past came to mind. I hurriedly ran to the boutique and picked up a beautiful hairpin.

I returned home nervous. As soon as I entered the door, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa and wearing a sweater, I walked up to her and said softly, "Mom, today is Mother's Day, this is my gift to you."

Mom paused for a moment, slowly opened the gift, her hands couldn't help but tremble, she looked at me and asked suspiciously, "Is it your gift to me?" ”

At that moment, I saw tears in my mother's eyes. "Whoever has a careless heart will be rewarded with three springs. "Mother, how shall I deal with your tears?