Walking with love all the way, I told my heart to the sky. Every string of dreams buried my thoughts. I told you with a simple letter and endless love. I hope I can give it to you. The angel in my heart, Ming, always takes the argument with my mother for granted. Because in the most popular phrase, this is the "generation gap". I always think that there is always a river and a ditch between me and my mother, so I always ask my mother to obey my own requirements savagely and find fault willfully. However, it was almost eighteen years before I realized that I was wrong, completely wrong! Finally, I went to primary school. I still remember the tears in my mother's eyes when she watched me skip to school with my schoolbag on my back. When I was a child, I was not sensible. I always liked to whisper to my classmates next door in class. For this reason, the teacher criticized me a lot. Once, I spoke boldly in the class of the head teacher, and the teacher got angry and slapped me in the face. Suddenly, the right eye turned purple and blue. When I came home from school, my mother saw the abnormality in my right eye and asked me again and again before I told the truth. Mother was silent for a long time and took out the mercurochrome to help me with the medicine. However, I clearly saw that she shed a tear when applying the liquid medicine. Afterwards, my mother didn't scold the class teacher or pursue it. Later, I knew the reason. My mother is afraid that she will get into trouble with the head teacher, and I will have a hard time in class in the future. A mother would rather swallow her grievances than make her daughter's future difficult. In a blink of an eye, I have entered high school. Sixteen or seventeen years old, my mind is not fully mature, and I always want to prove that I can do it alone. Whenever my mother wants to go shopping with me, I always turn her down for various reasons. Because I think she is out of date. Look at the clothes she is wearing. They are as old as antiques. But now I find that my mother has never bought a new dress in these years. During the Spring Festival, she always buys clothes and shoes for me, but she never buys them for herself. I remember once, she insisted on sending me to the station to go to school. As usual, I refused, but she followed me downstairs. I left my mother behind in anger and walked faster and faster. When I arrived at the station, a bus happened to pass by, so I quickly got on the bus. When the bus passed by my mother, I raised a victorious smile, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother's helpless and disappointed expression. A few days later, my mother went on a business trip for several weeks. One day, I found an email from my mother lying in my mailbox. I wanted to ignore it as usual, but then I thought, if this letter is long, I will delete it! I opened the mail and found that the letter was not long. After I took a look, tears came. She said, "My proud princess: I recall that day when you went back to school, you walked proudly and left your mother behind ... Do you hate your mother very much? There are many unpleasant things in life, and you can't accept your mother's criticism. Can you be tolerant and patient at work in the future? Mom is waiting for something, and she is also worried about you ... I sat down in my chair and burst into tears, and many memories flooded in, and many complicated emotions followed. However, you don't know how to cherish what you have, and you don't know how precious it is until you lose it. When life can't find the dock anymore, a broken heart has to wander silently with regret. I used to hear my mother say to me, "Mom can't take care of you forever. Taking care of yourself is the best gift for me. "I suddenly understand that my mother is really old. She spent most of her life with her hands and unyielding will. What I want is not how to be filial to her in the future, but how to enjoy myself in the future All a mother thinks about is her daughter. What about her daughter? But she has always misinterpreted her greatest love! Everyone has his own mother, and maternal love is everywhere. Motherly love blows you like a warm and soft spring breeze; Motherly love is like a fan in summer, bringing you happiness with the coolest wind; Motherly love is like hot milk in winter, which warms your cold hands. The depth of maternal love, no one can think of how much mother has paid. Mother's wrinkles are deep, and no one knows how bumpy her mother's road is; Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. And a children's drink.
I know he is special because he gave me a different kind of love, which has always been with me. -inscription
I was born in a lucky and unfortunate family. Unfortunately, my father's leg had an accident since he was a child, leaving a sequela and limping. To this end, I have also been ridiculed by many classmates. Fortunately, I know that my father loves me.
When I was a child, my father gave me meticulous care. Every day after school, my father always takes me to school on a tricycle. If it rains, it's always dad who gets wet, but he doesn't care, but he always asks me if I get wet. When I was in primary school, my father took care of me, fearing that my nutrition could not keep up. Therefore, although my family income is not very good, my father always tries his best to make me eat better. But what about himself? Besides dried vegetables, green vegetables are also good.
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, it rained heavily that day and other students were taken away one after another. I was left alone in the fruit stand at the school gate to hide from the rain, but the rain could still flow down my cheeks to my neck. About twenty minutes later, it was raining harder and harder, but my father didn't come to pick me up. I am very disappointed. Just as I was about to go home alone in the heavy rain, a familiar figure caught my eye. He moved with difficulty, not realizing that mud had splashed on his trouser legs ... Suddenly, something glittering and translucent flowed down, blurring my eyes, not knowing whether it was tears or rain.
Memories of my childhood come to mind, and I am grateful to my father. When I was in middle school, I didn't know where I was, and I was probably confused.
It was a hot summer, and the oncoming wind was boiling hot. I knocked on the door in frustration, but my father scolded me sharply-he had a math paper in his hand.
"70 points, do you still want to go to school? 120 can only get so many points on the paper. I told you to study hard, but you didn't listen. Do you deserve me? It's already difficult at home. Is it so easy to give you some money to go to school ... "Facing my father and that shameful score, I shed a bitter stream of water. Finally, I talked back to him for the first time in my life. "That's enough!" I stiffly pushed open the door and let him say what he wanted to say to me.
The cypress trees on the road are sparse, just like me, hanging my head in boredom. The sun is scorching the earth, and the vendors selling watermelons on the roadside are too lazy to do business and run under the tree to enjoy the cool. I kicked the stone on the road, but my heart was very upset. Am I wrong? I am no longer that impressionable little girl, and my father is indifferent to my efforts. The ups and downs of grades are normal. Why should a mistake negate my efforts? No, dad has changed. He no longer loves me, but is tired of me. He cares about his sister and no longer cares about me.
I thought that when my tears were shattered by the sun, I walked back to my home unconsciously. I can't forget the way my father taught me. So, what about the love my father gave me? Am I really easy to forget and ignore his feelings? But when I think of his dissatisfaction with me, I harden my heart. Hum, he made trouble without reason first!
I knocked on the door and it was my sister who came out to open the door. I glared at her and went into the house. Soon after, my father seemed to come back. He asked my sister if I had come back, and then sighed and said, "This child." My heart suddenly went soft again. I know this sigh is full of helplessness and complaints. I walked out of the room and saw him sitting on the threshold with his back to me.
Looking at his aging back, I always feel sorry for him. After all, he is my father and has done so much for me! He turned and said "you're back" and went into the house!
A simple sentence sounds nothing to others, but I heard my father's bitterness and tolerance. I prefer to keep this kind of harmonious and sincere feelings in my heart than the instructions of gurgling.
I see.
I know what kind of father I have. Although he can't give me much now, I think he gave me the most precious gift in the world, that is love.
Postscript: I am bathed in the baptism of love, and I can feel the joy that love brings me from a distance every day. That's it, I see, love walks with me!
Class 806, Choujiang Middle School, Yiwu
Instructor Chen