A good article is like a bag of delicious candy, some are sweet, some are bitter, some are warm and some are cold. The article that moved me most was A Bag of Parents' Hearts. After chewing, this "candy" still has a aftertaste in my mouth, so that I still remember it clearly. diary

The general content of the article is as follows: In a reform-through-labour farm, there was a prisoner named Zaohe. He wants his family to see him, so he keeps writing to his family, but his family is poor and he can't borrow money. Nobody went to see him for half a year. He was in a hurry and wrote a dear John letter to his family. My parents were also anxious and decided to visit their son. They have no money and can only pull a scooter. On the reform-through-labour farm, parents accidentally scattered hundreds of steamed buns for their sons on the ground. Everyone found that steamed bread is different in size and shape. It turned out that the old couple were afraid that their children would not have enough to eat and begged for steamed bread along the way; Afraid that his son could not finish eating, he pulled a scooter and dried steamed bread in the car.

This is great for parents. They don't care about the laws that their son broke. In their eyes, his son is his son and will not change, even if he does something he can't do. In order to feed their son well, they put down their dignity and went door to door begging for steamed bread. They are not afraid of hardships and tiredness, and they go to see their son wholeheartedly. The old couple are so persistent that they are not willing to waste a minute just to see their son.

I'm ashamed. The son in the article finally understood his parents anyway. What about me? But I often lose my temper with my parents and vent my emotions on them, but I never thought how much harm it would bring them. There is a saying like this: "Only when you lose it will you feel precious." Yes! In my eyes, my parents' efforts are taken for granted, but they also have the right to let me go. Will it be until my parents are unwilling and unable to accompany me that I find that they are so kind to me? I just remembered to thank them sincerely and try my best to be filial? I realized that everything they did for me was selfless, and they didn't ask for anything in return? They sacrificed too much for me, maybe it's not worth it at all.

Parents' affection is higher than the sky, thicker than the earth and deeper than the sea. Meng Jiao, a contemporary poet, has a masterpiece, Ode to a Wanderer, in which a sentence is well said: "But an inch of grass is a little affectionate and three times spring." Indeed, like grass, how can we repay our parents for their kindness to us? My parents love my heart, which is more precious and brilliant than the brightest star.

Fifth grade: dream green dream

It turns out that maternal love is touching _600 words

It turns out that maternal love is touching.

Motherly love is sometimes simple and warm. She often points you in the right direction when you are at a loss; When you are thirsty, give you a fountain to quench your thirst.

In the depths of my mind, there is a mediocre figure. I remember everything she did for me in obscurity. When she is working hard, she always uses those vicissitudes to wipe the sweat from her forehead and continue to work. I am a child who is not sensible. I always like to get into trouble. I'm afraid of being scolded when I do it, so I dare not admit it.

She looked at me kindly, but I bowed my head. She always understands me so well and leaves me alone. Every time, when I get up the courage to tell the curse of things. She just frowned slightly, said something to comfort me, and then resumed her smile. But why am I so sad? In my eyes, it is worse for her not to scold me than to hit me.

I can't help crying. Warm tears fell on her arm, causing some pain and ripples in her heart. And I still don't understand why she is so tolerant of me.

However, some mistakes are absolutely not allowed by her. I remember before, when it was my turn to do math problems, I sat at my desk with my chin propped up, but my thoughts had already flown to the clouds. She came over and saw the exercise book on my desk, mistakenly thinking that I wouldn't do it, and patiently explained the cause and effect to me. And I pulled my head and ignored her voice. Over and over again, over and over again. I pushed her to the limit. So, she dragged me off the plane. I came to my senses. What have I done?

Seeing her slightly angry expression, I picked up my pen guiltily and worked hard on the math problem on the table.

Yes, maternal love is everywhere-a smile, a look and an action. Are full of affection. As long as you find it with your heart, you can see that it is so beautiful.

The next day: Love the night in the morning.

The poor inherit the wind _ Thoughts on reading parents' hearts _450 words

"Parents' Heart" is my favorite text. This article mainly describes a poor couple on a ship bound for Hokkaido in Kobe Port. A lady wanted to adopt the children of the poor couple and promised them a handsome reward. At first, the poor people forced by life gave their eldest son to a lady for adoption. Then I went back on my word three times. The last child did not let go. The lady was very moved and gave them a reward as the capital for doing business. The story shows that no matter how generous the conditions are, they also give up their parents' feelings for their children and express their lofty love for their children.

After reading this article, I thought of my mother's love for me. That day, I was studying at school. When school is over, God is my enemy. It was raining cats and dogs, and all my classmates were gone. I'm the only one waiting for the rain to stop, but God doesn't seem to mean it yet. When I was about to rush home, a big dark green umbrella came over my head. I opened my eyes and looked up. It's mom! Mother said, "Let's go! It will rain heavily soon! " Walking on the road, I found that most of the umbrellas were on my side, and my mother didn't cover them much. Most of them are wet, and I vaguely see some white hair of my mother.

My mother is very strict with me, but it is also a kind of maternal love. A few days ago, we had an exam. I don't think I did very well in the exam, and I will be scolded when I go home. The test paper was handed out today, and I only got 88 points. I went home sadly. My mother knew that I didn't get 90 points in the exam, so she was so angry that she asked me to copy the test paper three times. I want to cry, but for my own sake, bear it. Actually, I understand that my mother did it for my own good.

After reading this text, I understand: Father loves mountains and mother loves water, but how much love is there for an inch of grass. We should know how to be filial to our parents and show them our love.

Grade 5, Wugang Experimental Primary School, Wugang City, Shaoyang City, Hunan Province: Chen Xinyi