Sad essay in the family, essay on writing family warmth

I didn't react for a while... It's to be a single parent... There was still a quarrel, and everyone was very sad... Or something in a car accident...

The hope that my family gave me.

Family is synonymous with warmth, isn't it? The family is a society, containing beauty, troubles, warmth, and hope. This small society has given me endless hope.

I can't forget that day, the sky, gloomy, seemed to cast a shadow on my heavy heart, holding the book printed with the word "award" in my hand, crystal tears dripping on the book, and the bright red "10" word into one. Why? Why?

I, who have always been the champion in the class, how could I be left far behind this time? 10th place, is this me? 1st place - my good friend, how sweet he smiles!

But as for me, the throne of first place seems out of reach. In the school, on the street, there were smiling faces everywhere, and it was just me, who seemed to have fallen into an invisible abyss......I don't know when, I have walked to the door, looking at the familiar orange security door, remembering my parents' eyes full of expectation before the exam, the teacher's earnest teaching, my steps are heavy, but my hand can't help but take out the key, insert it in the keyhole, turn it gently, "bang", the door opened, look up, my parents have been sitting at the table, waiting for my arrival. Knowing that I had nothing to say and could no longer boast in front of my parents, I gently changed my shoes and walked into the room.

Gege, back? Dad asked first. "Hmm".

I answered him softly, and it suddenly seemed like "calm before the storm." "Sit down, let's talk. "Hmm".

So Mom walked into the room, and Dad and I sat at the table. After a moment of silence, Dad broke the silence and asked, "Are you tired?" I shook my head, "I know the boredom in your heart, in fact, a person's quality is not determined by grades.

You tell me? "I don't say anything. "This failure is a wake-up call to you, so that you can't forget it!

Dad said earnestly: "It's over, don't be sad, only work hard next time, you will definitely succeed!" I looked up at the confident gaze and nodded, just about to walk into the room, "Leilei."

Dad stopped me again. "Huh? "I believe in you!

We must realize that the world is like sunshine, everything is so harmonious and natural!

Entering the seventh grade can be said to be a stage transition. In the new class, it can be said that there are many good classmates, and the first place is even farther away from me! The failure of learning and competition made me lose confidence again and again. But my family has inspired me again and again to rise to the challenge!

Who says home isn't a harbor for small boats? Who says family isn't a warm garden? I want to say that family is a tomorrow that embodies infinite hope!

Ah, I love my home and the harbor I hope it has!

"My Family".

My family is one of the countless ordinary families in today's Chinese society, a harmonious family full of happiness and warmth: Dad, Mom, and me.

Home, what a familiar word, in my opinion, home is nothing more than a house, a place where the family belongs. However, "family" is different, "family" is a collective of people who are close to and loved ones.

Dad has been involved in education for many years. In the past, he worked as a secondary school teacher and a teaching director. He is still a leader in a secondary school. As far back as I can remember, my dad was very busy every day.

Dad is introverted, upright, and does not show favoritism in his work. His unsmiling smile always awed me. Outside of work, his greatest hobbies and hobbies are reading and collecting stamps.

Every time he came back from a business trip, he always had a few new books in his travel bag (literature, history, philosophy); Dad's interest in philately seems to have been innate, as early as when he was in elementary school, he began to collect stamps, and now there are nearly 10,000 stamps. The stamps are grouped into his philatelic albums. �

Mom, like Dad, is also an educator – a primary school teacher who has been working in basic education for many years. At school, she loves her job and has a strong sense of responsibility. At home, she was a loving mother who took care of us in every way of life. On the road of life, we are often guided to read some healthy and beneficial books to help us have a correct attitude towards life. Mom has a lively, cheerful personality and loves to sing.

I don't know if it was the teacher's cradle - the normal school forged her such a character, or this kind of character made her finally choose the profession of primary school teacher. �

Nowadays, although Mom and Dad have entered the ranks of middle age, under the excellent situation of reform and opening up, their spirits are more invigorated and more energetic. �

My brother and I are the core of the family, and one is the pearl of my parents; One is their sweetheart. They care about us, but they never let go of our shortcomings and faults. My younger brother is very talented, he is in the first year of junior high school, he likes mathematics, and he loves football, which sometimes inevitably affects his learning, and his father often teaches him step by step.

My interests are very different from those of my younger brother. My father's extensive reading made me have a strong interest in literature, and my mother's quality made me particularly sensitive to literature. �

My family lives in an unnoticed corner of a residential building in the south of the city, but in my heart, it is so warm - he gives me family affection and joy, because there is my father's care, my mother's love, and my brother's innocence. �

My family is an ordinary family, one of countless ordinary families.