Essay about family life, about 600 words Original is better

Grandma's wish came true.

On the night of the opening of the village road, I followed my grandmother to the road that had left painful memories for our family, only to see that the street lights on both sides of the newly built road were all on. The pavement paved with colourful tiles is particularly beautiful in the light of the lights, and a flat asphalt road stretches out into the distance under the bright street lamps.

Grandma's mouth kept babbling: "The road is finally repaired, the road is finally repaired......."When I looked up, I saw two lines of hot tears rolling down my grandmother's face. I know that grandma is thinking about grandpa again, and I have heard grandma talk about that time 20 years ago more than once, and every time I talk about it, my grandma will cry.

It was a dark and rainy night twenty years ago, when my grandfather suddenly became seriously ill, and the only modern means of transportation in the village was a tractor, and the road to the city was a potholed. The road was covered in mud on sunny days, muddy on rainy days, and it was raining heavily. When people drove tractors to take the seriously ill grandfather to the hospital, it was too late, the grandfather had stopped breathing, and the doctor regretfully told the grandmother that it would be nice if he could have arrived a few minutes earlier......Since then, my grandmother has had a wish to repair the road to the city one day sooner, so that the villagers will not have such regrets again.

Twenty years later, not only the road has been repaired, but also the means of transportation have changed a lot, the original tractor has been replaced by a car, the family has installed **, if there is a patient at home, only need to dial 120 first aid**, the ambulance will arrive in a few minutes, and the people in the village will no longer leave regrets because of the road and transportation.

Family is a shelter for everyone, and having a happy family is what people dream of. A family is made up of several people, and everyone has to care for each other and get along harmoniously, so life will be very happy, right? Do you want to know what my family life is like?

Let me tell you more!

Home, for us, is the root to which the leaves can return; It is a nest that the lone goose can yearn for; It is the sea that the river can embrace; It is the shore on which the ship can rely. Home is our warm harbor. —Epigraph From childhood to adulthood, my home has accompanied my growth, and my home has recorded my joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and it is this joy, anger and sorrow that I have learned a lot.

I remember when I was in the second grade of elementary school, I learned to ride a bicycle. Because I didn't have a good balance at first, and I couldn't step on the ground, I always fell. Although it didn't hurt to fall, because it was summer, after falling a few times, I was upset and simply sat on the ground and couldn't get up.

But how can this be done? Although there are not many pedestrians, who see it is not a laughing stock, so my mother quickly asked me to get up, but I was willing to listen. "What do you learn to ride a bicycle on a hot day, but now that the traffic is so convenient, why can't you go somewhere to sit?

Where you don't have a car, you can still walk......Anyway, it's better than riding a bike. Isn't that what you're going to learn? I don't want to study now, so can I!

Are you going to be a loser? I ......I was stunned by my mother's words, I never thought of the word "loser", let alone such a small thing that could make me a loser......I stared at my mom and wondered what she was going to do next - she was going to pull me up from the ground, she was going to do it! - But I was wrong, and my mother stood up, stepped aside, and threw down only the next sentence:

It's not scary to fall, as long as you're willing to get back up, you can still succeed, but if you give up, you'll get nowhere. You volunteer......"It was on that day that I learned to ride a bike and learned to stand up. Since then, "standing up" has become the pillar of my life, no matter what I do, what I learn, what kind of problems I encounter, when I get home, I will continue to walk when I think of the phrase "stand up".

Because of this, I have enviable results in the class; Because of this, I was able to play self-taught music with my classmates at the party; Because of this, I have a good interpersonal relationship in the ranks; Because of this, I was able to sit in the first examination room and confidently compete with the elites of the entire department......Yes, I used to think that everything I achieved came from "standing up", but now I find that I was wrong, and what really supports me is home, that happy and warm home. It was home, which gave me a warm "shore" when I was most tired; It was home that gave me encouragement when I was at a low point; It is home that allows me to have a happy childhood and a teenager who can be down-to-earth. Maybe one day in the future, I will be far away from this place where I was born and raised, but I will never forget that in the distant world, there is a place where I can remember, that is my eternal reliance, my eternal haven ......

Is there a new way of doing homework now?

It's nice to have a home.

Lazy afternoon sun, lazy me, lazy lying on the sofa. Everything is so comfortable, casual and uninhibited. I opened a collection of Haruki Murakami's anthologies and accidentally found a description of home:

Home is a big tree. It may not be able to give you a big and sweet fruit, but it will always be able to protect you from the wind and rain.

Home is a harbor. It may not give you a good catch, but it will always keep you out in the storm. Home may be humble, but it will always be the warmest. ”

I suddenly muttered, "It's nice to have a home......”

I remember when I was a child, I loved to play with my parents.

Sit on my father's shoulder and let him take me to the park to play. At that time, I held my father's hand and felt so big and warm. As long as I hold it, I am not afraid of wherever I go, and I often say to my father with envy

When will I have such a big hand as you? "I also love to listen to my mother's stories, lie in my mother's arms, listen to it and fall asleep. At that time, I thought that my mother was so great, I knew so many stories, there was a big bad wolf, there was Little Red Riding Hood, and my mother became a hero of my childhood.

In their spare time, a family of three will sit together, draw some pictures that others can't understand, and sing some songs that others can't understand. But from each other's eyes, we can see that we understand!

Home is my childhood, full of wonderful memories.

As I grew older, my home seemed to be drifting away from me!

Dad can't carry me anymore, and I can grab a basketball anymore. On Saturdays and Sundays, you can go on an outing with friends without your parents. My father's hand was never shaken again.

I love to read Hugo and Hemingway, and my mother has forgotten the "Grimm's Fairy Tales" that my mother read with a strong vernacular. Parents seem to have become old-time people, saying that Coke smells of smoke and that skateboarding is too dangerous. Alas!

My parents came to talk to me, I'm sorry, I have too much homework today, next time! Hey, there's no next time!

Home, I felt insignificant until the day ......

I saw a neighbor's family of three traveling, and the laughter and laughter of children and adults spread all over the way. I suddenly remembered that my home was actually very close to me, and when I encountered a problem, my father looked for information and turned over the question bank, and there would be a complete answering process, and his old smile. When I stayed up late to review, my mother would wait for me and make me a snack, maybe just a bowl of wontons or a boiled egg, but my bloodshot eyes were full of warmth.

Home, everything makes me feel warm again!

Home, may be humble, but it is always the warmest, and it feels good to be at home!

Outside the house, there was a sound of the door opening, and Mom and Dad were back. "I'm back! "Affectionate shout. "Mom! Father! I put down my book, screamed happily, and walked out ......

Upstairs you are turning sweat there...