2 clean family style story prose selected 20 19

Essay on the Story of Clean Family Style 1

One early winter 30 years ago, my grandfather who loved me the most left us forever. That year, my grandfather was 59 years old. I was a teenager. I knelt beside him, crying my eyes out, holding his hand, but he refused to let go. My grandfather still left, and I didn't even have time to eat a freshly picked peach. ......

Grandpa is the most amazing person in my heart. When he was three or four years old, he gave the pig to the landlord and suffered a lot. When he was not much older than me, because he was hungry, his old brother went to the northeast with a pole, and now he has a home, so he took root. He has been a leader, horse feeder, carriage driver and captain for many years. He does all kinds of work properly, and always puts others first when there are good things. There is no one in the whole brigade who doesn't say that the elderly are good.

As long as I can remember, my grandfather has been in poor health, and arthritis has been with him for almost his whole life. As long as I can remember, my grandfather always limped around in a canvas apron, and I don't know how many times he followed him to learn to walk with his little hands on his back. At that time, such a family of ten was never hungry once, and never had a meal of "starch" (powder made of corn kernels). The old people who know this matter say that two-thirds of the land in my team was dug up by my grandfather. In difficult times, I don't know how many people in the village got help from the elderly.

Grandpa finally broke down from overwork. The disease has no warning, not even any pity. Grandpa has a brain tumor. His family was afraid that his stubborn grandfather would be hit by the heart and prepared to hide it, but they still noticed it. He endured severe pain, called his father, aunt and uncle to the bed, took my little hand and said with a smile, "Son, I am tired and want to have a rest. No one will talk about you this time. " You have to live up to expectations, be admitted to the university, be an honest official like Bao Qingtian in the future, and do good things for the people ... grandson, don't cry, be strong, be like grass, all glory will be lost, and everything will be lighter ... "

Grandpa left, did not speak gorgeous language, did not leave rich wealth, just like that, just smiled and left. However, Grandpa left eight characters for the younger generation in his whole life: hard work, optimism, self-improvement, and "incorruptibility" that Grandpa chanted from time to time. Under the influence of grandpa, my father worked hard on the education front, worked hard and remained uncorrupted. For more than 30 years, he has planted rich peaches and plums, which are full of flowers. 16 years ago, my wife and I also became education recruits. I don't know when or why. My daughter said that her ideal is to be admitted to Northeast Normal University ... Well, it seems that it is time to tell her these eight words.

Diligence, optimism, self-improvement and incorruptibility, Grandpa vividly interpreted these eight words with his own life. After years of vicissitudes, it has quietly become a family motto in my family. Dad has practiced all his life, and I will stick to it all my life. This is my promise to my grandfather, my answer to my father, and my infinite expectation for my daughter.

Essay on the Story of Clean Family Style II

Talking about the story of "clean family style" reminds me of my father.

During that long time, my father was a small leader of a department in this county. In that era when resources and materials were scarce, a basket of big and round tomatoes was a rare thing.

I was only seven or eight years old then. I forgot what time it was. I remember that the weather was very hot at that time, and the sun shone from the branches and leaves of the sand fruit tree, mottled on my sister and me. I was bored listening to my sister asking when the sand fruit was ripe and when to eat it.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open, and a man wearing a white half-sleeve, straw hat and dirty vest asked, "Is this XX's house?" . The man in a dirty vest is holding a basket with big leaves in his hand, and he doesn't know what's inside. Mother answered the door and warmly welcomed two guests into the room. The man in a dirty vest hesitated to look at the brick road in the yard and secretly took off his shoes outside the gate. I can't help laughing because my mother is a clean person. The red brick road in the yard is swept clean every day, and it rained the day before. Brick roads are particularly dark red and neat. That person may think his shoes are too dirty to wear! My little mind was discovered by my sister, who gave me a gentle kick and warned me to be polite to people. (Wang Fang)

The man with the basket put it on the ground and walked into the room. The adults are all in the room. I was very curious and thought, what is in this basket? Does it taste good？ Can we eat now? Strong curiosity prompted me to keep walking towards the big basket. My sister was called into the house by my mother to bring water to the guests, leaving me alone to struggle between good children and bad children.

Finally, I couldn't help it, and opened the big leaves covered on it! Ah! There is a basket of big and round tomatoes neatly inside. Tomatoes look red outside, the leaves are tender, fragrant and appetizing! Delicious!

I swallowed, and my father's majestic face haunted me. I chose to wait patiently. Wait, wait, wait. At last they came out and left. The half-sleeved man said to his father, "Look, we have nothing rare. This tomato is newly picked. This is a new variety. Very sweet. Give it to the children! " The man in the dirty vest greeted him: "OK, OK," the father said kindly, "We will do your work well soon. This is the result of your hard work and greed. Sell it and buy some new things for the children! "

I get anxious as soon as I hear it. I want to eat it! I want to eat! I have been shouting in my heart! How delicious this tomato is! I want to eat! Don't take it!

After some pushing and shoving, the two men couldn't beat dad. According to my father's request, only two tomatoes were left, and the others were "plundered" alive before my eyes.

I am extremely depressed. There are six people in my family and only two tomatoes. How can I eat enough? Hey-

Dad read my mind and said to me with a tomato, "Do you really want to eat?" "Well," I nodded hard, "do you children all like tomatoes?" "Of course." "Well, do the children of those two uncles like to eat, too?" I hesitated and said, "Yes!" Dad said, "How about giving them something to eat? They don't want to eat yet! """Well, good is good, too much!" "The uncle's family has six children. They know that their father is in town, and they are all waiting for his father to buy something nice. If you sell this basket of tomatoes, will you buy some new clothes and stationery for their children? " "Uh-huh, dad, then I will!" "You know, my girl is a good boy, can think of others, not selfish! Really? " "Yes, dad, I see! If I have something good to share with you, I will share this tomato with my brothers and sisters! "

This little thing has always been in my memory, the uncle in the dirty vest, the basket of bright red tomatoes and my father's words. It has been integrated into my life, into my thoughts, and let me see the love of water violet and human beings in colorful reality!