Senior two argumentative family composition

Five argumentative essays on family ties in senior two.

Affection is a rainbow flying in the sky, which makes the fiery and restless people appreciate the poetic peace; Affection is a small umbrella held up on a rainy night, which makes lonely people moisten their inner dryness. Let's share the family composition of the argumentative essay in senior two. Let's have a look!

# 1 # An old Type 28 bicycle is parked in the corner of the balcony.

Occasionally, I swept that humble corner, and my heart quietly set off ripples. Grandpa ... Are you okay in your hometown?

Lean one's body

Smoothing the dust on the back seat of a bicycle, I tried to sit on it and suddenly found myself growing up a lot. In the first grade of primary school, I was too young to climb into the back seat with my schoolbag on my back. Stubborn, I blushed and climbed into the back seat.

# # Legs, struggling again and again, just don't want grandpa to pick me up. So every time I sit, my grandfather will quietly tilt my bike and let me sit in the back seat effortlessly. I still remember how happy my grandfather was with the look and pride on my face when I first relaxed and "sat at the table". I thought of this, smiled and jumped off the bike. cushion

Gently untie the tattered old cushion on the back seat, which was carefully sewn by grandpa himself. No wonder! I can meet the exquisite second grade. During that time, I complained every day that the hard iron in the back seat hurt my ass. As a result, grandpa was worried too much and pulled a long face all day. Suddenly one day, I pursed my lips as usual and prepared to serve, huh? My ass is surprisingly comfortable. I was surprised, and then I felt the cushion and giggled happily. Now, look at this mat again. I don't know which bad mouse bit a hole ... I smiled again and felt a sweet feeling in my heart.

Lovely action

Touching the rusty tire bracket and pulling the withered chain, I suddenly remembered that I fell asleep sitting in the back seat of my bicycle in the third grade. Because the bicycle style is old, there is no guardrail in the back seat, and I fell down after falling asleep. When I opened my eyes in a daze, my grandfather's frightened face floated in front of me, and then my poor ass hurt. After a pause, tears poured out. I remember my grandfather was very anxious and asked me what was wrong with my body, patting the seat to stop me from crying. It's hard for me to stop my tears without grievance. Thinking of this, I smiled again, and my nose was a little sour.

The brilliance of the setting sun plated the old bicycle with a layer of Phnom Penh, bright and warm. I said to myself, Grandpa: We will meet in the summer vacation and we can ride a bike again.

The climax of # 2 # drama stage is planned by people, and can be arranged in advance at any time and place. However, it is impossible to plan the climax carefully on the stage of life. It does not need carving, it is the expression of true feelings, it is the fireworks of love! Family, immortal fireworks! Affection is the rose of the emotional world, and affection is the most touching string in the depths of the soul.

Climax tells a touching family story: Winnie's mother was terminally ill, but she resolutely walked out of the ward and came to her daughter to enjoy her performance. When Winnie burst into tears, we were also moved. Motherly love is great love, she is selfless, she is beautiful, she is tolerant, and she is our best emotion. Affection makes maternal love more powerful! It is the power of maternal love that supports Winnie's mother to attend her daughter's performance regardless of her life, and staged a touching scene for us with deep affection; It is the power of maternal love that makes Winnie's performance reach its climax; It is the power of maternal love that gives a sad girl hope again! This is the climax on the stage of life! Behind this climax is precious family affection, which touched us.

We all grow up healthily and happily under the wings of our family. When we are sick, our families make us healthy; When we are sad, our families let us see the sunshine; When you fail, the family is a solid haven. If you lose your family, then everything between heaven and earth will no longer be beautiful! Mom and dad will tell us not to be proud when we succeed, but their hearts must be full of sunshine! Maybe they will lose their temper, maybe they will hit you, maybe they will make you very unhappy, but they must love you very much, you know?

Romain rolland once said: Affection is a huge firework. Yes, how many confused hearts have been illuminated by this flame, and how many lost wanderers' hopes have been ignited ... We feel the climax of affection again and again, and who will cheer for us on our birthday? Who is proud of our success? Our joy, who is laughing with us? It's the family climax!

Besides Winnie's story, you must know a lot, because family ties are around you.

Family is a sail, let us cross the ocean; Family is a building that blocks the cold light for us; Family is an immortal fireworks, and our life is illuminated by it!

# 3 # Emotion is an indispensable part of our life. Home, like a sentence, is the subject, predicate and object. Play different roles. And affection is the feeling of stringing the whole sentence together to make us feel warm.

It was the first time I left home and spent seven days with my companions, going to summer camp and traveling abroad without relying on my parents. During this journey, I am very happy, but I miss my family more.

Talking and laughing with my companions in the morning, I went downstairs to the hotel for breakfast. After a simple breakfast, I went upstairs. When I walk the stairs, I always feel that there is something hard under my feet that keeps chromium on my feet. As I walked, I complained to my companion next to me: "There seems to be something in my shoes, so I always feel uncomfortable walking." "Then you go, I'll accompany you to your room to tidy up."

I nodded, and when I got to the room, I immediately fell on the bed, perhaps because it was too painful, and I sat down to rest. After that, I sat on the ground, took off my shoes, turned it upside down and found a small stone inside. I haven't paid much attention since I poured it out.

But I was afraid that there was something wrong with the shoes, so I pulled out the insole inside the shoes. -Five bright red bills fell out. At first, I didn't react. After reading it clearly, I found that it was five hundred-dollar bills, that is, five hundred yuan. It suddenly dawned on me that my mother gave me the money.

I tried to remember that I was packing in my room before I left for the activity. I wanted to ask my mother to help me, but I didn't know what she was doing by the shoe cabinet, so I didn't ask her. It turned out that she was afraid that I would not pay attention to myself when I went out to participate in summer camp activities, and secretly stuffed 500 yuan into my shoes.

I called my companion sitting on the tatami watching TV to my side. She asked, "What's the matter, are you ready? If it is finished, let's start. " I called her in a choked voice: "Come and see, my mother put 500 yuan under my insole." She is afraid that I don't have enough money in the field to take care of myself. " She nodded and didn't answer me.

For the rest of the trip, I kept the money my mother put in my shoes in my backpack. I haven't used it. Every time I see money, I think of my mother and realize Wang Wei's state of mind of "being in a foreign land and missing his relatives on holidays".

Affection is great and warm, which makes me feel warm in a foreign land and makes me more confident rather than lonely in a foreign land.

# High school argumentative family composition 4 # What is family? Affection is a glass of water when thirsty, a gust of wind when hot, a greeting when frustrated, and a scarf when cold.

There are so many family ties that I can't express them in words or describe them in words, but they are full of my memories. Those warm and soft feelings have been around me.

It's so cold that it's going to snow. Dad took me to school. I ran downstairs in a panic and came to my father's electric car. "Where's your scarf?" Dad asked. I touched my neck, which was polished, and suddenly I felt the cold drill down my neck. "ah! Not wearing it! " I'm a little annoyed. I looked at my watch, looked up at the upstairs, estimated the time in my mind and said to my father, "Stop wearing it, there is no time, let's go!" " "

Sit in the back seat of dad's electric car and wait for dad to ride. Dad took off his scarf, hung it around my neck and surrounded me twice. I instantly felt a soft and warm feeling coming from my neck, and there was a good smell, the smell of my father. I shrank my neck and said, "It's so warm." Dad looked at me and smiled lovingly. I grabbed the back of the chair with my backhand and was ready to go, but it was so cold that I couldn't help rubbing my hands. "My hands are cold, too?" My father took off his gloves and put them on me before I could answer.

On the road, it was windy and pedestrians walked with their heads down. Sitting behind my father, I felt my face stinging from blowing, so I leaned forward and leaned my head on my father's back. Dad inadvertently moved back, as if to make it more comfortable. Only then did I know that my father was colder in the face of the wind. "Dad, are you cold? How about I give you my scarf and gloves? " I asked. Dad replied, "You are not cold and I am not cold."

When I got to school, I jumped out of the car and saw my father's hair blown up by the wind. It looks messy, its face is red, its ears are red, and its eyes seem to contain a layer of water vapor. Dad rubbed his hands, put them to his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. Fingers as red as carrots look a little stiff. Dad looked at his watch and said, "put on your scarf and go in quickly."

Looking at my father's back getting farther and farther in the busy street, I felt a little sour in my eyes, and in the blink of an eye, tears flowed down. ...

# High school argumentative family composition 5 # Warm sunshine is sprinkled on the body, which is warm and harmonious. The opposite father, with his back to the light, carefully repaired the parts. I was fascinated by this book, and time seemed to stop like this. In the twilight, it seems to be riding a time machine, swinging in the long river of time, not distinguishing between authenticity and falsehood. ...

When I was a child, my father and I were separated by a crystal tear. When I cried, he didn't dare to go near.

Time flies, there is a cry of injustice in my ear, and my eyes gradually become clear. When I was a child, I lay on my mother's lap and cried pitifully because my father didn't want to run with me. He is worried that strenuous exercise will overwhelm my health. He crouched down, bent down and coaxed me as gently as possible, but his hands were in a panic and I didn't know where to put them. I cried alone and his face turned red with anxiety. Sweat oozed from my forehead, but I didn't even dare to touch me. He is as at a loss as a child who has done something wrong. It was not until I was tired of crying that I was held in his arms and fell asleep pitifully. The line of sight gradually blurred, and I remembered that later, he never had the habit of doing morning exercises, but I left Jin Doudou, and he was still at a loss. But I always thought that my father disliked my weakness, and my heart was separated from my father by a film.

When I was a teenager, I had a whisper with my dad. I ignored him and he couldn't keep up.

When my sight was clear again, I just entered junior high school and looked at my reasonable father with cold eyes, completely ignoring his serious heart. Father's face fell and his tone became more severe. Rebellious, I waved and slammed the door, shutting out my father's voice. Stepping on the long river of time and space, "I" saw my father sitting in a chair decadent, burying his face and sobbing. I reached out and tried to touch him again and again, but I passed through it again and again in vain. Is he blaming? No, it's not. He must feel guilty and grateful. But obviously I was wrong. Why is it my father who feels guilty? My eyes filled with tears, and I remembered that my rebellious period was safely spent in my father's various concessions and compromises, but later he never mentioned that time again, not once. But I always think that my father is weak, and my heart is separated from my father by a wall.

Time seems to have suddenly accelerated, and I see:

When I was young, my father and I were busy at work, and I had nothing to say without him.

In middle age, my father and I were separated by two worlds. I cried, but he couldn't hear me anymore. ...

I woke up with a start, covered with my father's clothes, and the opposite father was still bending his head to repair parts. "Go back to the house and sleep. Sleeping outside is easy to catch cold." My father's voice is rich and warm, and it is all delicate love. Is the affection given by my father the sweetest, not the most gorgeous, but the truest? "Children should be kept away" suddenly exploded in my mind. I think I should understand that I should give my father some sincere and warm love.

Family, it turned out to be true.