A composition about love

Affection composition 1 Affection is one of the most beautiful feelings in the world. I am surrounded by affection, and love melts me.

In the evening, I lay in bed soon, and suddenly I coughed violently. I tossed and turned, but I couldn't sleep. My throat hurts like a needle. My mother was awakened by my movements. As soon as she rolled over and put on a thin sweater, she rushed over and asked her mother anxiously, are you okay? I shook my head: Don't worry! But my mother patted me and said, I'll sleep with you tonight. She said, lie beside me and comfort me. Go to sleep. I cough again for no reason. I don't want to disturb my mother, but my mother's ears seem to be particularly sensitive. She turned on the light and the room suddenly lit up. My mother took medicine and took a cup of hot water. She said with concern that I looked up at my watch after taking the medicine. I'm fine. My mother shook her head decisively and lay down again. My mother patted me gently, and I was tired and didn't notice that I was asleep.

I opened my eyes in the morning. It's already half past six. I am surprised why my mother didn't call me so late. My mother seemed to read my mind and said apologetically, I see you didn't sleep for half a night last night. I hope you sleep more. Don't blame me, okay? My mother is like a child who has done something wrong. I suddenly felt a warm current rush into my heart. I choked up and said, mom, I should apologize! Go to sleep quickly! Of course I understand, and my mother stayed up all night!

Just after coming back from school, my mother leaned in and asked, did you take the medicine you brought at noon? I nodded and went back to the house. Grandma took a few more tablets and came in: I heard you coughing nonstop last night. Have you caught a cold？ Take some medicine! I took the medicine obediently. After a while, my father who worked overtime came back. While eating, he asked me: last night, I tossed all night. Are you sleepy today? Take some medicine at noon tomorrow and listen to these concerned words. Looking back on the past, my eyes can't help but get wet. This is deep love and affection!

In my life, I am surrounded by my family. No matter what happens, I have my family to protect me. I really want to melt into this deep affection.

As the saying goes, if there is an old family, there is a treasure. There is such a grandmother in my family. She is 8 1 year old, and her forehead is covered with lines, which are the traces left by time. Although she is a camel, she is very kind and likes us very much. Both she and her grandfather work hard. They have been busy for our big family for most of their lives. In order to shoulder the burden of this family, grandma has white hair and straight back, but now she can't stand up anymore, but I haven't seen grandma shed a tear since I can remember. I love her very much and admire her from the bottom of my heart.

I often go back to my grandmother's house to visit my parents with my parents on Saturday. Every time I go back, I see grandma's eyes full of concern, especially my twisted figure. My grandmother loves me more. She often gives me a table full of milk and fruits my parents bought for my parents, as if to fill me firmly at once, but at the sight of her silver hair and calloused hands, the fruit in her mouth is hard to swallow. At that time, I kept thinking, grandma, you are the backbone of our family, and your health is the most important!

I remember once, my parents and I went to see my grandmother as usual. Just as we were talking with my grandfather in full swing, I suddenly found that my grandmother had left. I searched everywhere and finally found her in the vegetable garden. I looked at her thin body from a distance, leaning on a cane in one hand and watering the pepper seedlings in the training ground with a watering can in the other. I think my parents and I have also thrived under her watering, and our eyes are full. I stood there stupidly, unable to move, as if my feet were filled with lead. I didn't realize it until my grandmother called me. I quickly ran to take the kettle from my grandmother, helped her to the shade and watered it pot by pot. I didn't know where I got the strength at that time, so I watered several vegetable fields in a short time. When I want to water the last piece of land, I don't know when my grandmother has stood by me. She also skillfully wiped the sweat from my forehead with her sleeves. The action seems so simple, but it is this simple gesture that fills my heart with infinite guilt and deep respect.

Although I can't stay with my grandmother all the time now, I often think that if I can change my brush into my grandmother's hair, I will always have my grandmother. When I finish college and go to work, I will honor my grandmother, and I will exchange my filial piety for her happy old age. Now I will study harder and repay my grandma's love with the best results. Grandma! I won't live up to your expectations!

After watching the movie The Mountain, The Man, The Dog, what I can't forget most is the back of the night watchman.

The back of childhood, accompanied by that string of footsteps, disappeared in Qingshi alley; Father's back with the voice of blessing, hidden in the dense forest; My mother's back disappeared in that farmhouse with concern.

Family, why don't you show it? Mother stood on the bridge, accompanied by the afterglow of the west, letting the breeze blow silent care. What about people in the distance? Father stood on the head of the ridge, reflecting the green plants, letting tears overflow that vicissitudes face, and the son who left home was safe! Love, not so vigorous, cry, maybe just immerse it in your mind, what a simple emotion that runs through your soul!

Night watchman, watch. Mother's face stretched slightly, as if she saw her beloved relatives, stepping on one of her thoughts and smiling. Walk towards her; Father's face seems to be full of yearning, but it makes his beloved heart go further and further. They just stood there, quiet as it was, but better than the sound. Love, with my thoughts, gradually condenses on a schoolbag that I went to school when I was a child.

Remember to listen to the teacher! Mom told me, full of love. Got it! I ran away without looking back. The bright sunshine fills my heart. How nice! I muttered to myself. Perhaps some unknown force occupied my mind, and I suddenly turned my head slowly, slowly, mom! I seem to have met a bolt from the blue and froze. Tears filled my eyes, my mother's hands were flat, my kind face was filled with the happiness of being a mother, and strands of her hair were flying in the air. How beautiful! Seeing me turn around, she quickly stepped forward and zipped my schoolbag. It's too big to worry about. I'm sure that mother, the watcher of affection, is better than the beauty god! What a thin body, propping up my colorful childhood!

The schoolbag is still the same schoolbag, but mother is old. But that persistent watch will not change.

Old, old. But they still stand, standing at the crossroads of love, with the broadest mind to accommodate people who go home. Looking at precious families, our life is full of hope and strength because of them.

Who are they?

Family observer.