Story composition of my family in the first day of junior high school

In ordinary daily life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Composition is the transition from internal speech to external speech, that is, from a compressed, concise language that they can understand to a developed, standardized grammatical structure that others can understand. In order to make your writing easier and more convenient, here are four stories of my family that I collected for you. Welcome to read, I hope you will like it.

The story of my family, the first day of writing, 1 at noon on the summer vacation. Mom is taking a nap, and my sister and father have a fierce computer war!

On this day, as soon as I turned on the computer, I couldn't control my emotions. I immediately logged into QQ. Someone talked to me as soon as I got online. This is the sound of the stereo banging. It doesn't matter. My sister, who was watching cartoons, ran in, and then I only heard a loud cry: Sister, I want to play. Meowed, the computer was robbed by my sister. I quietly walked out of the room to report, hee hee.

Five minutes later, my father and I walked into the room without saying a word. My sister and I thought my father would be angry (because my mother stipulated that playing computer during nap time was forbidden), but I didn't expect my father to say a very common word: sleep. If dad doesn't do this at ordinary times, my sister and I will watch what dad is doing behind the door. Oh, dad used to play computer.

My sister and I decided to get the computer back, and a fierce war began!

Dad, you are also playing computer! My sister's voice made my father panic. My father had nothing to say but one word: shh! Hum, you won't let us play, but you are playing! Who won't let you play? It is your mother who stipulates that you are not allowed to play during nap time. Then you still play, mom is talking about everyone! My sister's words blocked my father. This is my dad furious: I said I can't play, so I can't play! Sister whispered: Put on Dad's airs again.

Our plan to rob the computer failed. We were about to watch TV when my mother appeared in front of me. She stared at me with her eyes and said, as a sister, you should let your sister go! He said to his father: how old are you, and you still compete with your children for computers! Only my sister, who has not been trained by my mother, is secretly pleased. She was about to play, and her mother said, stop playing! Sister qi and I said, alas, we all lost!

Our family is a warm family, interesting and serious. Dad, gentle and manic mother, playful and lovely old sister, and me, who is not very lively, form a warm big family. I love my family!

The story of my family In the morning, my mother brought a big cardboard box. "Guess what's inside?" My curiosity came up at once. I guessed several times, but I didn't get it right. "Let me reveal it!

"wow! It's a rooster! " I looked at it curiously. I've only seen small yellow chickens on the market, but I've never seen such a big cock at close range. Maybe it's the first time to come to my house! He looks strange, sticking his head out left and right. In the sun, I saw its colorful feathers, shining in the sun, as if a princess was wearing colorful feather clothes, which attracted attention. The red crown on its head is like our crown. It is easy to recognize it as a male and very beautiful.

It has great power. It fluttered a few times, and the carton swayed and stood unsteadily. Its sound is very bright, as if it had a megaphone in its mouth, which made us sleep badly and often woke us up in the middle of the night. Its mouth is very sharp, like a knife, and it pecks out all the cartons.

We also found an interesting phenomenon. You see, it nods every step, wobbles, and seems to be unable to get enough of it. Not tired? I'm really worried. I guess: the reason why the chicken nods is because it wants to digest rice. Remember that the digestive function is poor, there are no teeth, and you need to nod your head to digest. In fact, my mother told me that chickens nod to keep their center of gravity, keep their eyesight stable and better observe the surrounding environment. Although the chicken stayed in my house for many days, it was still very nervous. As soon as we got close to it, the voice sounded "whoa, whoa!" It's like saying, "Go away, this is my place!" ! "I suspect that its eyes are blocked. How did you know I was coming?

Chicken is still a glutton! Every meal time, before the meal is ready, it has already cried, as if to say, "Eat, eat, I want to eat rice!" " "We caught a handful of rice and threw it into the air, and the chicken jumped to eat rice. Under our temptation, the rooster became an acrobat, which made us laugh. " Zap, za "It pecked the rice into its mouth, then swallowed it, and in a short time, a handful of rice was eaten up.

Do you want such a chicken?

Sanmen is a line of defense to prevent thieves from stealing at home ... but the iron gate downstairs in my house has gone wrong several times, two of which are particularly serious, and we almost can't go home.

The first time was on a quiet night in March this year. Our family was about to go to bed when suddenly a loud noise woke us up. I heard that an uncle accidentally broke the key in the lock when he opened the door-the door could not be opened when it was closed. The next morning, we could only open a small door on the side, but no one had a key, so we had to pad it with something to avoid accidentally closing it. Unfortunately, something happened. Walking home at night, I found the door closed-I couldn't get in. Just when we were in a hurry, my good friend Dudu's grandfather came back, and there was nothing we could do. We rang the doorbell one by one, but no one answered, and the room was dark. Fortunately, an uncle on the sixth floor of the last family didn't go out and helped us open the small door, which solved the urgent need and didn't have to sleep on the street. After we went in, we immediately took a wooden stick and stuck it on the door to keep it open. At the same time, immediately notify the property company to repair the bad lock on the iron gate, and the problem is solved.

The iron gate guards the safety of our family day and night, slowly rusting off the paint, but always standing there, not lazy, not sleepy, not leaving the post.

A few days ago, we went out early and went downstairs, only to find that the lock core of the iron gate was sealed with tape. It may be that the person who sealed it was in a hurry and the seal was not thorough. I didn't understand what was going on at that time. Dad found that the sliding door opened with a light touch, and the lock was completely useless. The iron gate has become a decoration, which can be opened casually from the outside. It doesn't matter whether it's locked or not. Dad told me: "Now that the door downstairs is broken, our family should be more aware of theft."

Our iron gate is old, so it's time to retire. How to deal with it is really a bit nerve-racking. We should focus on the whole building, and * * * will contribute to buy a new door, and the cost will be shared equally. Dad said my idea was good.

The story of my family, the first day of composition 4, that early morning, I was awakened by the telephone ringing in my sleep. I got up in a daze, picked up the phone and vaguely saw that it was my mother.

"hello?" I snorted feebly. Mother's slightly anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Son, you have to go to school by yourself today. It's time to get up now. Also, get dressed quickly, don't dawdle. Remember to have a hot meal after brushing your teeth. The rice is stuffy in the pot. If-"she seems to be eager to finish serializing quickly, it is conceivable that one hundred people are not at ease with me. "All right, all right!" I said, "I will do it well! Goodbye! "

After hanging up the phone, I sighed, shook my head, got dressed, and my heart was full of complaints about my mother. Why is she so worried about me? I am no longer a child, alas ... I shook my head again. in ten minutes ...

I was enjoying a hearty breakfast prepared by my mother from morning till night when the bell rang again. I reluctantly answered my father's phone. Before I could say "hello", I heard my father's words sweeping like a long dragon: "Son, are you up?" Have a good meal! After dinner, check whether your schoolbag is packed. You are always careless! Speaking of the main idea, don't forget to bring your key and bus card ... "I can't help but marvel at the amazing similarity between my parents." Oh! I knew it! Don't worry! Goodbye! "I immediately hung up the phone. I thought gloomily: These are my parents! The story of my family is screaming in the morning!

Twenty minutes later. ...

I just found an empty seat on the bus when the phone rang again. Mom called again.

"Son, did you get on the bus?"

"Of course!" I said angrily, really angry in my heart. "Why are you always worried about me?" ! "

"Because you are my son."

I froze. Once again, I was speechless. Of course I understand the meaning of this sentence, but I just don't know how to answer it. I calmed down and finally found out the truth. My parents' worries, to be exact, are called caring. I am indeed their son, which is why they asked me so closely if I was safe.

My family story, that's it. People always care about others. This morning, three phone calls made me understand. in ten minutes ...

I called while walking: "Hello? Mom? Did you go to work? Is there a traffic jam? Is everything going well? " ……