In daily study, work and life, many people have written essays. The essay must focus on the theme and make in-depth explanations around the same theme. Avoid rambling, scattered topics or even no theme. . I believe many people will find it difficult to write essays. Below are 10 essays on family topics that I have collected for you. You are welcome to share them. Composition on the topic of family love 1

Family love is the most precious warmth in the world. Family love is like a green grass, bathed in the rain and dew full of love; family love is an invincible flower. Flowers are illuminated by the sunshine full of love; family affection is an evergreen tree, and what irrigates it is the clear spring from the heart. Family love is priceless. Family love in the world is like the vast and thick earth, omnipresent and omnipresent. Maybe you don't feel the love from your relatives for you normally, but in the small places, they are everywhere and care for you all the time.

Dad who works out of town has a task every day, which is to make a safe call home. It can be said that there are 365 days in a year, without a day off. No matter how busy he is, no matter what unhappy things he encounters, he always asks us: have you eaten today, what is delicious, have you been busy studying recently, what have you learned, what is the weather like today, and what are you going to do? Remember to add or remove clothes...

Once, I did very poorly in an exam. Dad happened to call home from out of town. At that time, I was in an extremely bad mood and yelled at my dad for the first time: "Are you annoyed?

I just ask these boring questions all day long." On the other end of the phone, my dad was silent for a while. Say "I'm sorry!

Daughter, I don't understand that you are in a bad mood. But if you have any troubles, you can tell your dad!

Dad will help you solve it." I said calmly, "No," and hung up the phone. Afterwards, I didn’t expect what my father’s emotions would be like at that time.

One day not long ago, some of Dad’s old friends came to visit Dad. Dad was very happy. During the dinner, an uncle said to his father, "Your daughter is so happy right now." He turned to me and said, "Last time we called, you were angry at your father, which kept your father awake all night. I'm worried about you." After hearing this, I burst into tears and thought: Dad is so kind to me, but I am still angry with him. I really shouldn’t agree!

Afterwards, I apologized to my father. Dad didn't say anything, he just smiled lightly and told me: Everyone needs to find someone to vent to when they are unhappy. This is excusable. I just hope that you will speak out about your unhappiness, and we will bear it together and solve any problems together. In my opinion, although this is just a small thing, it also contains my father's care for me and reflects family affection.

Yes!

Family love is sometimes like spring rain, moistening things silently. I finally understood that family love is selfless, warm, and great. Those who receive love are happy, and those who give love are great!

The expression of family affection requires no reason or drive. It is naturally reflected in ordinary life and is moved and cherished by people. Maybe, I discovered it too late, but I must cherish the family love I have discovered and let it grow with me. Composition on the topic of family love Part 2

There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I only frowned, but it was in my heart.

"What is family love?", I have asked myself more than once in my heart. I tried to look for her, but I couldn't find any trace of her. It turned out that she had already appeared in my heart like an invisible seed and sprouted quietly.

One evening, I stood in front of the window, looking at the distant scenery. The afterglow of the sunset filled the earth, the breeze blew, and there were two returning birds feeding their chicks. The scene was So warm, so happy. In this situation, I couldn't help but think of that unforgettable past event.

I was 12 years old that year, and it was also a troubled time for my family. One evening, I was walking home as usual. The weather was gloomy. I speeded up my pace unconsciously. When I got home, I soon noticed something strange in my home. Looking at the familiar back and hearing the familiar voice, I wondered: "Hey, is that my father?" I quickly put down my schoolbag and ran forward. When I saw it, it was indeed my father. This puzzled me: "My father has been working away from home for many years and rarely comes back. Why did he come home today?" Since I had too little communication with my father and didn't care much about him, I didn't think much about it.

Late at night, I went to the kitchen to drink water. When I passed my parents' room, I overheard their conversation. My mother choked and said, "You need to see a doctor for this disease." When I heard this, I was stunned, as if a bolt from the blue. I know very well that my father is a very strong man and would not have gone home if he was not seriously ill. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but panic. I only heard my father pause and say: "It's okay. Don't let your child know. It's important for her to study now and don't let her get distracted." I was stunned. I thought my father didn't love me. He never praised me when I won the award. He didn't pass me by, didn't sign my homework book, didn't attend my parent-teacher conference. Unexpectedly, when my father was ill, he was worried that I would be distracted by his reading.

My heart was ripped out. I somehow returned to my room, uncontrollable tears streaming down my face.

Maybe it was a kind of telepathy, maybe I was making too much noise, but my father appeared in front of me unknowingly. I looked at my father with blurry eyes, but I could clearly see that my father's head was already mixed with some white hair. He was young. My father, who was only forty, was much older. My father stroked my head and said, "Don't cry, it's okay, just rest." I nodded vigorously. I deeply felt my father's love, and my heart suddenly became enlightened. What is family love? Family affection is that care and love!

Youth may pass, love may wither, and friendship may wither, but family love will never disappear. Composition on Family Topics Part 3

When I had nothing to do, I picked up a book of "Children's Literature" and flipped through it. I accidentally read a short story called "Crane's Sorrow". I read it. As soon as I saw it, I couldn't help but be deeply attracted by it.

In the novel, Ai Meili’s family is a happy family of three. There are father, little red-crowned crane Odette and mother Ai Meili. The family is safe and in love with each other.

When it’s time for little Odette to learn to fly, the family is even busier. The crane father and mother have to feed little Odette and teach it to fly, which is really hard work. Slowly, little Odette gradually learned to fly, and it didn't take long before she could fly freely. But at this moment, once again, little Odette touched a wire while learning to fly, and the electric current hit it hard, knocking it unconscious. On the ground, its life was saved, but from now on it could never fly again. The family was suddenly faced with a difficult decision: should they continue to raise it or abandon it?

Winter is coming, and the cranes have all flown to the south, but Emily’s family chooses to stay because they can’t bear to leave little Odette, who can’t fly, alone. Live together.

The winter is getting colder and colder, and it even snows heavily... No one has seen Ai Meili's family since then...

Closing the book, my heart can't help but feel sad for a long time. Peace, the story of Ai Meili's family made me burst into tears. I was shocked by the unyielding family love!

This reminds me of the mother who used her bowed body under the rubble to hold up a glimmer of hope for her infant child during the Wenchuan earthquake. What kind of feeling was that? The power of great maternal love! Even the god of death can be kept at bay. The power of family affection and the power of love are infinite! This is the endless source of strength for humans and the animal world!

It also reminds me of my parents. They work so hard every day and take care of my life and study. However, I am still complaining even if I am not satisfied. I really feel sorry for them. You should know that although their devotion to me cannot be earth-shattering or shocking, what trivial things in life do not reflect their deep love for me?

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind. When they come in after get off work, I must rush up to them and give them a big hug, and then say loudly: "Mom, Dad." ,I love you all"! Composition on the topic of family love, Part 4

Family love is a word that makes people feel warm. We are bathed in the rain of family love all the time.

Family affection is the father’s raised palms, trembling lips and angry face; family affection is the mother’s burning tears, tender calls, and warm and comfortable embrace; family affection is the affirmative gaze of the children , words of respect, and a small gift. The ship of family love must dock at the harbor of love, and the building of family love must be built on the cornerstone of love; the spring of family love must flow in the earth of love, the star of family love must shine in the sky of love, and the flowers of family love must bloom in the garden of love.

Perhaps, many people at home are either little emperors or little princesses, with clothes on their hands and food on their hands and mouths open. However, my parents firmly believe that flowers in the greenhouse cannot grow. Therefore, I rarely get pampered by my parents and act like a little princess. My parents are typical strict fathers and loving mothers.

I remember that a few days ago, the math teacher went to study. The substitute teacher Liu’s lecture method was completely different from what our math teacher taught. Only a few people in the class could understand it. I only took the exam. Got 60 points in the exam. The bright red score of 60 stung my self-esteem and I almost collapsed. Even since elementary school, my math test has never been so low. Thinking of this, tears welled up in my eyes. When I got home from school, I tried my best to wipe away my tears. When I got home, I saw that fortunately, my father had not come back yet. Taking advantage of this moment, I hurried to eat before my father asked me about my test scores. Unexpectedly, things didn't go as planned, and my father pushed the door open and came in at this moment. I was so anxious that I was at a loss and said, "Dad - I'm back." Dad looked at me like I had made a big mistake, and he could tell half of what I was thinking. Dad put on a serious face and asked me: "Have you taken the exam?" After that, my father asked me my score. I didn’t want to tell him, so I asked him to guess. He actually guessed 120 points. I said slowly that it was half of it. At first, my father didn’t believe it and said I lied to him. My mother also said: Students who get a perfect score on the final math test can get 60 points. I casually said: Believe it or not, it’s 60 points. As soon as I turned around, tears welled up again.

That night, I thought a lot, and I always felt that I had failed my parents’ expectations of me. Looking back on my parents’ faces, I felt unspeakably sad.

Is this family affection? That should be it.

In short, thank you for your family affection! Thank you to your parents!

Because it was family love that nurtured me and my parents taught me. It was my father's broad shoulders that lifted me up from the abyss of failure, and it was my mother's gentle hands that nurtured me. Composition on Family Topics Part 5

I went back to my grandma’s house this week and met her again. Grandma has just recovered from a serious illness. She has almost lost all her teeth and her eyes are not very clear, but she still behaves as rigorously as before.

My grandfather passed away early, and my grandmother has been a widow since she was in her 20s, raising four children. Grandma has lived in this village in the city all her life and has little knowledge. She is usually conservative and stubborn. She likes to accept death and has few nice words for anyone. She has always been arbitrary and self-righteous in doing things, rarely caring about the feelings of her children, and never doting on her children and grandchildren, with the exception of me. Grandma is someone who has lived through this. She has developed her own set of living habits that she considers frugal, as well as the way she behaves and does things. It is difficult for others to change her.

Her children and grandchildren feared her more than they respected her. They only obeyed her orders and did not dare to remind her whether her actions were correct or not. Therefore, they always considered her the "Lafayette" of our family - the patriarch. Just like the feudal parents in ancient times who took care of everything for their children and were arbitrary.

As everyone knows, she also has her own unique way of loving and caring for her children. My mother said that when I was a child, my grandma said that my mouth was small, so she bought me a small spoon that was slightly larger than Dam's fingernail to feed me. This may be the reason for my small appetite and thin body.

This time when I went back, my father was afraid of tiring my grandma and would not let her prepare the meal. My dad and I went home after dinner in the evening. The next morning my grandma prepared a simple breakfast, and my father asked me to go out to eat at noon. I told my grandma that she didn’t have to cook for me. But when she went back after lunch, she had already prepared a large pot of stewed noodles, scooped it into a large basin, and asked me to take it home to eat. I saw that she had filled the small pot to the brim, and she couldn't hold any more. She started picking out vegetables from the pot and kept putting them into the pot. I stood by and watched and waited, and grandma kept putting them in. Yeah, I finally couldn't help but persuade her, "Grandma, that's enough, don't put any more!" But grandma seemed to have heard nothing, and still stubbornly put the vegetables in. Everything was going on silently, and she couldn't wait to throw the pot away. As if picking out all the dishes and putting them in, she said in a low but firm voice: "I won't eat it, you go ahead and eat it." This is probably the most humane sentence I have ever heard from her. Talked.

At this time, I realized that it was not that grandma didn’t love us, but she was helping us silently in the way she thought she loved us. She didn’t have it, she couldn’t bite the vegetables, but she specialized in vegetables. The market picked out good dishes and made them into braised noodles, which they wanted to bring to us.

Some dishes are insignificant in our eyes, but she loves us from every seemingly ordinary little thing and pays attention to us from any unnoticed place. This is grandma's care. Essay on Family Love Topics Part 6

Although ginseng can cure all kinds of diseases, it is not as precious as family love; although the sun can bring warmth, it cannot warm people's hearts as much as family love; although life can make people feel life, it is not as precious as family love. It cannot last forever like family love. - Wedge In the morning, the sunlight jumped into my window like beautiful notes. I got up in a hurry and got ready to have breakfast. Sitting at the dining table, I ate slowly as usual. After a while, my hungry belly was filled.

There was only half a bowl of rice left, and that half bowl of rice stood there all alone like an abandoned child. "Come here, finish your meal before you leave." My aunt said, "I can't finish it." I retorted. But my aunt insisted that I finish eating, so the two of us quarreled. Fierce screams echoed between heaven and earth, hinting at the outbreak of a battle between aunt and niece. Tears slowly flowed out from the corners of my eyes like naughty children. A strong wind blew outside the window, and the sky suddenly became dark. I felt like A rabbit with nowhere to escape, being chased by a hunter, fled back to his room, sat on the bed and cried loudly, as if he wanted to shed all the grievances he had suffered through his tears. Tired from crying, I lay on the bed and fell asleep. I had a terrible dream. I dreamed that I was being chased by bad guys, but my aunt stood in front of me and shouted: "No one is allowed to bully my niece." I woke up from my dream, and it turned out that when I was most afraid, I was thinking of your aunt.

I remember when I was 7 years old, the children bullied me and my parents were not around. It was my aunt who stood up to protect me. Thinking of this, I shed tears again, but these were tears of regret. I walked out of the room and saw the sunshine outside the window, and the sun was smiling at me. I ran happily in the sunshine with light steps, because I wanted to find you, my dear aunt, and I wanted to restore the family relationship we had quarreled with and cherish the family relationship we had quarreled with. Composition on Family Topics Part 7

There are many touching things in life. Some of them seem to have been forgotten long ago, but some are still unforgettable to me.

I clearly remember that year, my parents worked overtime until very late at night. Every time for dinner, they would go out to buy something to eat or eat instant noodles at home at a deserted table. After living like this, not only did I not understand them, but I started to complain about them.

That night, the bright moonlight poured into my bedroom through the window and shone on my face. The star babies cuddled next to the moon, seeming to be listening carefully to the moon’s story. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. At this moment, I heard the sound of the key turning in the crack of the door - my parents were back. I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, as if to hide the loneliness I had felt these days.

I vaguely heard the conversation between my parents. My father said, "I think my daughter should be sleeping, right?" "Oh, I've been too busy recently. I only focused on going to work and didn't spend time with my daughter. Keep your voice down, Don't wake up your daughter, it's hard enough for the child to go to school for a day. "My mother whispered yes, and then I couldn't hear their voices. I only heard the footsteps slowly approaching my room.

"Squeak——" The door handle was pushed open, and my mother quietly walked into my room, carefully sat on the edge of the bed, moved my beloved bear blanket up, and then moved it up. I swept my hair to the side, kissed my face, and said, "My children have grown up and know how to take care of themselves." After that, I stood on tiptoes and walked out of the room.

After my mother left, I thought a lot, and some of her actions and words moved me.

The vicissitudes of time turned into a few wrinkles and climbed up my mother’s forehead. The busy work turned into a few white hairs and grew on my mother’s head. And I also changed from a naive little girl. I have become a graceful girl, but what has never changed is my mother’s love for me. Composition on Family Topics Part 8

Today, the teacher brought a lot of notes and asked us to write about five important people.

I wrote "Mom, Dad, Grandpa, Grandma, Grandma." "Cross out one person." The teacher said seriously, our hearts were hit, and we were smashed to pieces, but everyone still Crossed out...one person.

"I'm sorry, please cross out one person." The teacher said again, is this teacher a devil? I really want to cast a magic spell to turn him into a mute. This is really difficult to choose. I will start from Heaven fell to the eighteenth level of hell. At this time, many people burst into tears, and the teardrops fell on the note. The handwriting was blurred. Many people were unwilling to lose their loved ones. We shed tears and crossed out our relatives. I crossed out my grandmother.

"Today, I am the devil, please cross out the third person." At this time, there was a cry in the classroom. The choice just made us very painful. Although my mother was nagging, she cared Me, even though my father is busy at work and won’t come back, I still forgive him. My grandpa grew up with me. My mother gave me books, my father gave me surprises during the Chinese New Year, and my grandpa played games with me... All kinds of pictures were displayed in front of me, making it impossible for me to choose, who to draw? My heart felt like a knife, and it hurt. Still a little reluctant, I opened the pencil case with difficulty and drew a slash on my grandfather.

Teacher, please, mom and dad, please don’t cross out. The teacher was like a thunderbolt, waking me up: “Cross out one more person.” Teacher, how did you become a madman? What happened to you? I can’t give us happiness anymore. My parents are my dearest and dearest people. I couldn’t help crying. How I wanted to take a knife, kill the teacher and leave this classroom. I was breathing heavily, as if I could do it at any time. It was possible to suffocate. Various touching scenes from the past appeared in front of my eyes. I had no choice but to point the ruthless tip of the knife at the innocent father. I took the pen in my hand and drew a thick slash.

"Now, cross out the last relative." Teacher, can I replace it with my life? My heart is broken now. Do I have to lose my only relative, my mother? ?I had no choice but to point the blade at my mother again and cross her out.

I also understand: there are many farewells in a person's life, and with each farewell, we are also growing. Composition on Family Love Topics Part 9

There are many kinds of love, but family love is the strongest. ——Inscription

Family love will never be lost, even if it is lost, it will be found again. The person who gave me the most love was my grandma. Because my mother was in poor health, she brought up my sister and I. I picked up my memory and found my love.

We were just born. When I was not born, playing cards and cooking were her daily life. Until the day I gave birth, she, who was in her 70s, stopped reading cards and her daily task was to take care of me. No matter how tired she was, she never complained and had a smile on her kind face. About when I was 2 years old, my sister was born. Grandma was very tired from serving me, so it was a bit hard to do it again, but she still took my sister and me with her.

Six years old. When I was six years old, my grandma sent me to kindergarten for the first time. I was carrying a sky blue schoolbag. I clearly remember that the schoolbag was given to me by a sister. There is a bag of breakfast noodles and a lunch box in the schoolbag, as well as a pen and a notebook. Grandma takes me to school every day. Not long after I entered kindergarten, my mother passed away ruthlessly. So in my sister's and my memory, there is no mother, only grandma.

The best of you. Several years have passed and it has been three years since you left. What I least regret is that I was the only one to see you for the last time. Remember you promised to stay with me all the time? I don’t blame you, it’s just that you are too tired and it’s time to take a good rest. You taught me how to behave with others since I was a child, taught me how to wash clothes and cook... I learned a lot from you. In your eyes, my sister and I are the best children, and you are also our best grandma. Thank you for your love for us, we will never forget it. It is precisely because of my grandma’s affection that I am so strong and optimistic.

In addition to being grateful to my grandma, I also have admiration and pride, but I have no regrets.

My home is very warm. Many times when I am at home, I feel that family affection is really strong, pervasive, and lasting. Family Essay 10

Family love is like a warm spring breeze, which can melt the ice in your heart; family love is the source of life and the harbor of the soul; family love is the warm embrace of parents, brothers and sisters Sweet laughter.

Mom, how much love you give me! The love you give me is boundless and great. The most unforgettable thing for me is the one I experienced last year. Every time I think of it, I feel a warm feeling in my heart.

"Ding, ding, bell," the school bell rang, and the students rushed into the classroom like a swarm of swarms. The exam was in progress, and the cold wind outside the window was biting, like a herd of frightened wild horses rushing from the mountains. Wearing a thin coat, I kept shivering in the classroom and sighed suddenly to keep warm. The teacher came over and asked me: "What's wrong with you? Why are you shaking? Do you need to ask your parents to send you clothes?" "No, I can support you." I had to say this to the teacher. I thought I knew. My father was on a business trip yesterday, and my mother was working far away, 4 kilometers away from the school. Looking at the weather outside, the cold wind was howling, blowing on my body like a knife. How can mother send clothes? It was only half an hour after the exam, and I couldn't stand it any longer. I thought: It would be great if I could conjure up a sweater! Wear it to keep you warm and you won't be afraid of the cold anymore.

With a "click", the classroom door opened, and a familiar figure appeared at the door. Take a closer look, ah, it's mom! Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing into my chest. My eyes filled with tears, and the tears fell like broken beads. I looked at my mother. She was wearing a raincoat, with water droplets on her hair and face, and she was holding a piece of clothing in her hand. My mother handed me the bag of clothes. I found that the bag of clothes was dry, without even a drop of water. I wonder how you protected this bag of clothes and gave it to me. I took the clothes and looked at your anxious eyes. My mother said: "Remember to put it on." Then she turned and walked into the rain and fog, leaving a solid and steady figure behind.

In the dark blue, the stars in summer and the bright moon in autumn are ethereal, mysterious and broad-minded. The night attracts too many dreams, so it is unfathomable...but the emotion is still so simple, and it is where my heart belongs.