A family is a tree
The trunk, branches and leaves form the whole tree, and the father, mother and children form the whole family. Tree trunks and branches send nutrients to leaves, and parents give love to their children.
Trunk - Dad. Due to working hard all day, facing the Loess and back to the sky, the color of the skin is the same as that of the bark, grayish brown; Especially in summer, when the sun shines, he is black and shiny. He can be called "black man". The cocoon on dad's hand was as thick as bark, peeling layer after layer; But Dad's hands are very capable. He is not only good at all kinds of farm work, but also makes and repairs farm tools. Take the tire repair as an example. Take a basin of water, put the fully inflated tire into the water, look for the breach, draw a circle and make a mark, then cut a tire skin that is consistent with the size of the circle, apply glue on it, stick it on the tire and knock it a few times. The tire is repaired in just a few processes. Sometimes when I watch, I always praise my father, but he says, "it's better to ask others than yourself. Do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing!" the trunk supports the whole tree and my father supports the whole family.
Branches - Mom. She is hardworking, simple and not good at talking. She is a genuine peasant woman. Mother's hands are very skillful and very frugal. Once, I pulled out an old dress from the wardrobe and wanted to cut it into a rag to wipe the table. My mother looked at it and hurriedly stopped and said, "why do you cut such a good dress? I spent a lot of money on it at that time! Look at how good the cloth and style are!" "Mom, it's out of date, and I don't think I'll even want rags." "what's this? It should be good to make it into an apron?" That afternoon, my mother spent half an hour changing it into an apron. Wow, how beautiful! Around it, my mother looks several years younger. That night, we had a happy dinner. The branch is the middle part of the whole tree. My mother is an important role in my family.
Leaves - my sister and I. My sister is two years older than me, but she looks smaller than me: first, she is short, second, she is delicate and timid. I have to let her do everything. She always says irrationally, "who makes me your sister? Respect your elders. Understand, be small?" "don't call me small. I can be taller than you." "what's the use of being tall? I don't have to call me my sister." I think her words are very philosophical. I'm tongue tied. God, earth, why am I always hurt! But there are still feelings between us. Once, after my sister and friends came back from an outing, she was dizzy and vomited from time to time. My parents were not at home. Seeing her uncomfortable appearance, I really didn't feel good. Asked her what she wanted to eat, she said ice cream. Ice cream? It's not summer. Where is it? But looking at her groaning, I decided to make one for her. I took a box of pure milk, soaked some calcium milk biscuits in it, frozen it in the refrigerator for dozens of minutes, and then gave it to her. Who knows, she said without raising her head and eyes: "how do you see me eating like this? Why don't you know how to cherish fragrance and jade?" God, can't I feed her? On a branch, several leaves always grow at the same time. They share weal and woe; My sister and I grew up together and loved each other forever.
The trunk, branches and leaves are not a complete tree without anything. Father, mother and child are not a complete home without either side. I love my family, I love everyone in my family.
Two families are a tree
My home is a tree.
Dad is the trunk and root of the tree, and the pillar of the family. He cares about me and my mother in every way. He transports nourishment for us. He always runs back and forth between work and home. When I went to school and my mother went to work, at noon, he always cooked a sweet and delicious meal before we came back. In the delicious meal, I tasted the taste of father's love and realized the warmth given to me by big tree roots and trunk. My father is also a person responsible for his work. His unit requires him to send a document every day to report their situation. On Saturday and Sunday, my father still goes to the unit to send documents. My father's big tree root and stem let me learn to insist. The root is a solid foundation, which is always tenacious; The trunk is a strong beam, strong and straight. So is my father. He makes me admire him.
Mother is the crown of the tree. Who will dress us when we are cold? Who cooks for us when we are hungry? Who encourages us when we fail and is happy for us when we succeed?
On a summer night, cicadas outside the window squeak. The starry sky is bright. A crescent moon is hanging brightly in the sky. I snuggle up in my mother's arms, like a lovely little leaf lying in the arms of the tree crown, very warm. When I slept in the summer, it was hot at night. I kicked the quilt. My mother came to cover it for me in the middle of the night. I couldn't forget the loving eyes. The tree crown is a firm ridge to keep the small leaves out of the wind and rain. I love mom!
Of course, I am a small green leaf on the crown. I absorb nutrition from the roots through the trunk and branches, and thrive day by day. There is a song that says, "green leaves should repay the friendship of roots..." I will try to create energy through light cooperation to repay the love my parents gave me.
My father is the trunk and root of the tree, my mother is the branch on the tree, and I am the green leaf. In a big tree, you can't lose the trunk, roots, branches, and green leaves. No matter which one is missing, the growth of the big tree will gradually disappear and will not last long! And with spirit, happiness... Can thrive!
My home is such a tree!
Family 3 is a tree
My house is a tree.
Dad is a tree root! He put all his energy on me and my mother and was busy working all day.
The Mid Autumn Festival is a day of reunion, but every time I spend the Mid Autumn Festival with my mother, and my father goes on business every time. But this time, my father sent me a letter from his job. In the letter, he said: "baby, I'm sorry, I can't accompany you because of my father's work needs. Did I receive this letter on the Mid Autumn Festival? I sent it to you counting the days. I wish you a happy holiday..." from my father's simple words, I read out the strong father's love. My father has his own body to support me and my mother. He is the big tree root, silently absorbing the nutrition from the ground and moistening me with father's love.
Mom is a tree trunk! She pulled me up with her tall and straight body.
It was a hot night. There was a sudden power failure at home. My mother and I were too hot to sleep. Unconsciously, I fell asleep. In my dream, I became a Tang Monk and was steamed by the monster in the monster's steamer. Suddenly, my big disciple Sun Wukong came with the Dragon King of the West Sea. The old dragon king of the West Sea blew bursts of cool wind into the steamer... Suddenly, it rained. I opened my hazy eyes and saw that it was not the old dragon king. It was my mother who was fanning me. The "rain" was dripping from her face. My mother's clothes were all wet and beads of sweat hung on her face. When my mother saw me awake, she asked, "is it still hot?" I shook my head. From the cool wind, I smell sweet maternal love.
I am, of course, a leaf. Although the credit is not as big as Mom and Dad, but with me, this tree will be more vibrant, elegant and complete.
At home, I play the role of "pistachio" and often make my mother laugh. This is, like the wind blowing the leaves, sending out "rustling" laughter.
Mom and Dad, I am an inseparable tree.
My house is a tree.
Four families are a tree
My home is a tree, a towering tree with luxuriant branches and leaves. Grandpa is the root of the tree. Although grandpa has retired now, I admire him for his never-ending spirit of learning. Grandpa insisted on reading books and newspapers every day to enrich and improve himself. Grandpa has an excerpt. When he meets good words, good sentences, good paragraphs or important sentences, he will draw them with a red pen and record them in the excerpt.
Grandpa knows astronomy and geography. No matter what questions I have, he can help me solve these problems. Don't think my grandfather "doesn't listen to things outside the window and reads only the books of sages". Every night at 7 o'clock, he would sit in front of the TV and watch the news broadcast on time. Therefore, he always talked about current events. Grandma is the trunk of this tree. Her wrinkled face is like the rings of a big tree. She does housework in obscurity at home and arranges everything in order. Grandma has paid a lot for the family. Today, grandma is ill, but she still silently supports us and encourages us. How I wish grandma would get better soon. Mom and dad are the leaves of this tree. They stick to their jobs during the day and have to work for the family after work. Especially mom, she is like a never-ending pendulum clock. She is busy every day, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the room and checking her homework
All I left was her back. Mom and dad are the backbone of this family. They use their hard sweat to transport nutrition for the tree and support a happy shade for me. I am the new bud of this tree in spring. It's also a family pistachio. No matter who is unhappy at home, I will like "timely rain" to make a happy rain for him (her) and let his (her) smile climb back to my face. Under the careful care of my family, I thrive every day. This is my home, a happy home like a big tree. This big tree is united and harmonious, so it is not afraid of storms. It will always be vigorous and energetic with our joint efforts!