I couldn't help shivering when the cool breeze came. I got up and closed the window. A few drops of rain wiped my face, but touched a scar on my face. The past gradually surfaced in my mind. ...

My father has been quiet for as long as I can remember. In summer, neighbors sit together and chat, and he just listens. Speaking of bright spots, only his silly laughter. Mom is ill, and dad is responsible for all the work at home and abroad. The years are ruthless, and my bones have long been deformed.

My father often goes out to work and has no time to discipline me, which makes me unrestrained since I was a child and breeds some bad habits. Often go to other orchards or vegetable gardens with neighbors to steal things. Whenever I bring "trophies" home, my father asks me, and I always disdainfully say "stolen". The veins stood out on my father's face, so I apologize to others without saying anything. Naive, how can I understand the pain in my father's heart? Maybe our relationship has been cracked since then.

I admire people who are addicted to the world of drunken money. They exude a decadent beauty. It is a kind of free and easy, free but not sacred beauty. I like to call it art, as wild as rock music and as unrestrained as graffiti. I think people between these two realms must have rebelliousness incompatible with the secular world, but this kind of rebellion can only be compared with those who dare not give up their heroic dreams and are overwhelmed by reality and hesitate to advance in the face of "freedom". Sad to the end, helpless to the end.

Until one day, he went out to work as usual. Before he left, he asked me to take care of my mother. I ignored him and walked away. Not long after he left, friends from the village came to my house to watch movies. I went into my mother's room. My mother is fast asleep. I closed the door quietly and left. After the movie, it was dark. I hurried home, but I didn't find my mother in bed. I am anxious to find her familiar figure and breath. My neighbor came to see me and said that my mother was ill in hospital. I ran to the hospital with tears in my eyes and saw my mother lying quietly in the hospital bed. I seemed to hear her breathing evenly, and the stone hanging in my heart fell to the ground.

Father walked into the ward and pulled me out of the ward with an angry face. Go to the end of the corridor and say, "I told you to look after your mother, but you ran out to play." Are you worthy of your mother? " If Aunt Yang next door hadn't come to our house to borrow things and found your mother out of bed, I'm afraid you'd never see your mother again. "I originally wanted to refute him, maybe because I was rebellious since I was a child, or maybe because I felt guilty about my mother. I said nothing, but my father heard me. He said angrily, "Why are you such a child? It's really disappointing that you are still unconvinced. " "Why do you only talk about me? How much have you taken care of your mother? " I yelled at him. My father was shocked at once, and tears swirled in his eyes. I clearly saw his veins standing out suddenly, and then he suddenly picked up his cracked palm covered with dry cocoons and hit me in the face. Suddenly, a terrible pain made my tears gush out. I covered my cheek and stared at him ruthlessly. Father stepped back a few steps, staring at his hand full of years of sadness. Suddenly, a flash of lightning pierced the sky and I ran out of the hospital. I was greeted by a storm. I ran home, squatted in the corner of the room and cried. I put down my hand covering my face, only to find that my father had staggered up to me, crouched down slowly, stretched out his bruised hands and touched my face gently and carefully. I looked at him blankly, and my face became tender. When I was flattered by his delicate care, I found my father getting smaller and smaller. I feel sad and guilty for this sudden discovery. The distance from love to love is not far away, but we grow too slowly and discover it too late. Thinking of his father leaving early and returning late every day, he lost too much for his mother and his family. Tears of regret fell out again, and fell into the depths of my soul, washing my heart. ...

Looking back suddenly, my memory is so clear that I can still feel a slight pain in my cheek. Although it is only a small scar, it adds more color, bitterness, sweetness and inadequacy to my life.

My father

My black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. My face is a little black, but my eyes are bright. That's my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.

When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father. Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!

The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while. Mom looked at dad's playful look and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" !

""Ha ha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously.

A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games!

I really want to have fun. It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "stubborn old man!" "

"I didn't expect my father to never come back after he left, so I had to go to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full of sweat. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, so I have to say, "Dad, go to sleep quickly." I went to bed.

However, I can't sleep for a long time. The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material.

I'm proud that I have a conscientious "child's play" father.

(3) My parents

My parents love me beyond words. Father is like fire, exuberant and enthusiastic; Mother is like oil, delicate and soft; I am a cooked dish, which gradually matures under the care of my parents.

Mom is a very careful person. Every time she cleans, she leaves no dead ends, and her home is always spotless. My mother is so simple that she can't eat or wear, but she will meet my material needs. My mother also knows a lot about needlework. When I was a child, I liked playing and my pants were often torn, so my mother patiently mended them for me. Even if I am so old now, my buttons have fallen off and my clothes are torn, my mother will patiently mend them for me. But inadvertently I found my mother's white hair, and I felt very distressed. My mother is angry with me, too. My source of life and my mother, my personality, and even everything I have depend on my mother. I love my mother.

My father is a bright lighthouse, he is the backbone of the family, he is the spiritual pillar, and he is the selfless supporter behind me. My father is a simple middle-level leader. At the age when I was still receiving education, my father worked outside alone. At this age when he is still enjoying the warmth of his family, his father shoulders the heavy responsibility of bringing home the bacon. My father studies for me and me at the same time. Although my father is old, he still studies geometry with me for me. For me, my father and I study late into the night; For me, my father waved goodbye to my hobby; For me, my father resigned from many banquets ... My heart was crying when I saw my father's gray temples.

Mom and dad have given too much love to me and this family. At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of parents' wrinkles, parents' white temples, tears could not help but flow down the corner of my eyes. Mom and Dad, I want to say deeply: "You have worked hard!" "

I grow up day by day and know that I should be grateful to my parents. I will study hard and repay my parents' love with good grades. I have good parents who light up my life.

(4) Thanksgiving parents

Only when the mountain is grateful can it become lofty; Only when the sea is grateful to the river can it become broad; Heaven is grateful to the bird, it becomes magnificent; I am grateful to my parents, which makes me virtuous.

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I am grateful to my parents, who conceived in October and gave me life. I am grateful to my parents for feeding my growth with hard sweat; I am grateful to my parents, who taught me to be a man with profound teachings. Our parents gave us too much, but our children didn't know where to start. Maybe, share some housework for parents when they are free, pour them a glass of water after work, give them a glass of milk when they are uncomfortable, give them a back rub when they are tired, help them solve problems when they are upset, and share happiness with them when they are happy. These seemingly ordinary things are very proud in the eyes of parents. Our parents gave us so much love, but we only did a little for them. Parents are already very satisfied, and we should thank them all our lives.

My parents spent a fantastic childhood with us, but I was ignorant and confused my parents because of my temporary playfulness, which made them worried and angry.

I still remember that night, I was left behind by the teacher because I didn't finish my composition. All the other students left early, leaving me alone to write the composition. Who can blame this? I just didn't rush to write a composition during the day, and I didn't write it at night knowing that the teacher would ask me for a composition. Time passed little by little, and the composition was still not over. I think my parents must be waiting for me anxiously at home at this time. My heart began to worry slowly, but the more anxious I was, the less I could write. An hour passed and the teacher asked me to call my parents and ask them to pick me up. I know that as long as I make a phone call, my parents will get angry and won't come to take me or let me go back. I dialed the telephone nervously and said a few words. As expected, my mother was angry with me over there and I hung up. I continued to write, so I had to go home alone.

It is windy at night. I know my parents will criticize me when I go back. I'm afraid my parents will be in a hurry. I'd better go back quickly. Suddenly, a familiar voice called me, it was dad, and dad came to pick me up by bike. On the way, my father rode his bike with difficulty against the wind. I feel that I have caused my father trouble and asked my husband to pick me up at night, despite the strong wind. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. I know that my parents are all for me, and strictness is also a kind of love. They want me to be a talent and have a future, but I often make them sad.

With the passage of time and the growth of age, the distance between my parents and me is getting closer and closer. After dinner, I always like to chat with my parents, sometimes talking about my troubles at school, sometimes talking about my growing experience, and sometimes talking about the hardships of my parents' starting a business. I gradually understand the good intentions of being a parent and know that it is not easy for parents to work.

In the days to come, I will try my best to thank my parents; When parents need help, do your best to help them.

Thanksgiving parents need us to do too much, let the son use this life to finish it slowly!

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I want to thank my parents, because they raised me, educated me a lot and taught me to be broad-minded ... They care about me all the time, inspire me with simple language, influence me with noble character and educate me. It can be said that they are my first teachers.

I remember when I was a child, before going to bed every night, my father would bring a copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales or Arabian Nights to my bedside and tell me wonderful stories. I watched my father's affability and listened to his fascinating story. With the ups and downs of the story, I fell asleep unconsciously.

Just a few days ago, on a cold night, I woke up from a sweet dream and vaguely found a figure-my mother was tucking me in, smiling at me, shaking her head again, and then trying to leave quietly. Seeing this scene, my crystal tears swirled in my eyes and kept flowing downwards. Growing up, how many cold nights, my mother got up late at night to cover me with a quilt.

Ah, my parents' love for me is like a candle, which illuminates my young heart with a faint candlelight. How I want to repay them! The ancients said, "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring." Yes, my parents' kindness to me will never be repaid.

My parents are the best parents in the world. I love them and they love me. Mom and dad, I know you are working hard, so I will not let you down. You often teach me: "When I was a child, I should learn the consciousness of self-protection, don't run red lights, and don't obey traffic rules." Eat well and sleep well. We should respect teachers and learn from Kong Rong's profound truth of letting pears spread. At the same time, we should cherish the environment, study hard, and be a useful person to society and mankind in the future ... "Mom and Dad, I ask you to rest assured that I will study hard, learn my skills well, and be a noble person in the future and make contributions to society and mankind."

You often say, "There is a golden house in the book." You want me to read more books. The more books I read, the richer my knowledge. Like writing a composition. In the past, my compositions were not vivid at all, and they were all dry. But after listening to your words, I usually like to regard it as a document and remember all the good words, sentences and famous sayings in it. Now my composition is no longer a dry running account, but a smooth, concrete and vivid composition.

I know that everything you do for me is to make contributions to society in the future. You said: "study is not for us, but for yourself!" " "I will study hard, strive for progress, be admitted to Harvard University like Liu Yiting, and become an example to others.

I will work hard and earn more money to support you when I grow up, believe me! Although I am not a top student now, why didn't I become a top student? Because I don't study hard enough at ordinary times, I should give full play to my intelligence and study hard in the future, so that my grades will get better and better and my knowledge will become richer and richer ... I believe that one day I will do my best and make people envy me, and I will make this dream come true.

You also said, "If you want to study, you must be eager to learn, and you can't always rely on your parents." If I always rely on my parents, I can't learn anything and I can't learn well, so I don't rely on my parents. I not only learn not to bind my parents, but also often help my mother do some housework, so that my mother is not so tired and her hands can become flexible. If I loaf around and do nothing every day, I'd better read books and do sports, so that I won't feel idle.

Parents, I appreciate your kindness in raising, and I will repay you with kindness. Learn skills well and be a person who contributes to society and mankind.

That's all I found. If you think it's good, adopt it.