My most beautiful story composition 600

Affection is an eternal topic for human beings. It can be said that everyone in the world is immersed in a vast and incomparable affection. Throughout the ages, affection has been praised by many poets and missed by many ordinary people. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote this poem "Wandering Son", expressing a father's incomparable care for his children.

Home is a harbor of happiness, and family is a cabin at home, and I can go in. There is a bowl of water in it, cool and sweet, nourishing my thirsty soul; There is a bulging bag, full of fragrance, full of my endless desires; There is a bed inside, soft and warm, soothing my inexplicable sadness; There is also a potted flower, a painting, a poem, dotted with some exhortations and embedded with some entrustment ... this is family affection.

One hot summer vacation, I was only in the second grade. At noon, the sun is shining, my father is cleaning at home, and the noise makes me very upset. I wanted my father to keep his voice down, so I walked out of the room, only to see beads of sweat dripping from my father's forehead. I couldn't help but stop rushing to my mouth. Back in the house, I was thinking about another question that puzzled me: Dad must be very tired after working for a week. Why did he clean up? It took about an hour and a half before the noise stopped. I opened the door and looked out, and found that my father had rested. I looked into the living room: the dirty floor is as clean as new now; The originally messy desktop has now become orderly; My dirty clothes have been washed and hung on the balcony. I suddenly knew the answer to that question. In order to make me have a better and more comfortable study and living environment, and let me thrive, no matter how busy and tired my father is, he tries to create a clean and tidy family environment. Every day before work, he cooks all kinds of breakfast for me, and after work, he cooks me a nutritious and reasonable dinner. I just know that my father is so silently dedicated to me and my family. Every father's love for his children in the world is pure, selfless and unrequited. Affection is like clouds in the blue sky and waves in the sea, so pure and sincere.

I can't help thinking of the love, care and care my parents gave me. It is because of their love, care and care that I have grown into this strong girl today. In the cold winter, I always like to kick the quilt. Who stood up again and again to cover me? Who took out a hand-warming fan to fan me in the hot summer when the power went out? In the face of failure, who persuaded me with gentle words? It was none other than our parents!

Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut. Nobody wants to break the silence. Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage. Every time I think of everything my parents have done for me, tears come out like spring water. My meticulous care flashed through my mind like a movie. Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart.