How innocent and pure we were when we were young. I remember I was 8 years old at that time, and 8 was a beautiful and pure number for people! At that time, I didn't know the joys and sorrows of the world, but I just snuggled up in my family's arms and cared for it. At that time, I liked to bicker with my grandmother. No matter what grandma says, I always talk back to her. Sometimes I get angry and even smash things, so I am often scolded by my grandmother? A stick? Serve.

Once after school, I was playing on the road and forgot the time to go home. My grandmother looked for me everywhere. At that time, my grandmother was almost crying, but I was afraid that I would be beaten by my grandmother when I got home too late, so I went to my classmate's house to sleep. Although I didn't go home that night, I was still very afraid that my grandmother would look for me everywhere, so I didn't sleep well all night.

I came home the next day and saw grandma tired. I feel very guilty. Want to tell grandma: What did you say?/Sorry? Then I explained to my grandmother why I didn't go home, but I couldn't talk.

But when grandma came home and found me, that anger came up and she would hit me without asking me why. I am also a bull-tempered person. I am confident that I will not go home if I don't go home. ? Suddenly, grandma cried in front of me for the first time. At that time, I was also very sad, and I had an unspeakable feeling. I know grandma cares about me, but I just shut my mouth and locked myself in Bai Ji's bedroom, ignoring anyone.

In retrospect, I really regret it. Do I really want to tell grandma? I'm sorry, grandma, I was wrong! ?

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I remember it was a Friday. I came home from school, finished my homework as usual, and went to see my mother. I found the kitchen, but I didn't see my mother. I found that my mother still didn't work in the factory. I was so worried that I called my mother loudly. Suddenly, there was a trembling echo in the room: mom is coming. ? I hurried into the room and saw my mother lying in bed, her face flushed. I quickly reached out and touched my mother's forehead, which was very hot. I asked anxiously, Mom, what's wrong with you? Are you tired from work? ? Mom said:? Son, it's okay. I have a fever and headache. Just lie down. What should I do? Mom, why don't I help you to the hospital? ? I asked anxiously. But mother shook her head and said, don't worry, son, lie down and you will be fine. ?

What shall we do? I have to do something to make my mother get better soon. So, I learned the way my mother usually takes care of me, wet the towel, and then put the wet towel on my mother's forehead, which can reduce the fever. I kept praying to my mother in my heart and said silently: Mom, you must get better soon. I will listen to you, study hard, don't play like before, and help you reduce your workload when you are free. ? In this way, I kept changing towels for my mother. After a long time, my mother's fever gradually subsided and my nervous mood finally relaxed. I feed the porridge to my mother bite by bite. My mother smiled and said, Son, you will know filial piety when you grow up. Mom, it's worth trying again. ? My mother cried after listening to this.

At night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, hiding in bed and crying secretly. I hope I can grow up quickly and share my worries for my mother. I must be a filial child when I grow up and take good care of my dear mother.

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But the tragedy happened again. At that time, I graduated from primary school, so I asked for leave and went back to my hometown. Along the way, I have been thinking about my grandfather. I recalled my childhood, my grandfather and my interesting things. Unconsciously, as soon as I got off the bus, I ran to grandpa's bedside and looked at his thin body. I shed tears. Grandpa said to me in a weak voice, don't cry, son. Grandpa will leave soon. You must study hard, ok? Grandpa cried as he spoke. I sat by the bed and watched grandpa's tearful eyes close quietly. I was so sad that I burst into tears. People around you are also mourning for grandpa who just died. I can't sleep, my eyes are swollen and my voice is hoarse. Accompanied by bursts of sadness and joy, I once again recalled the good times with my grandfather.

Grandpa was only 6 1 year old at that time.

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I am a strong girl, and I don't cry when I meet ordinary little things, so my grandparents liked me very much when I was a child. Every time I come back from the market, grandpa always buys me a lot of food; In my spare time, I always sit on my grandfather's lap and listen to him talk about his childhood. My grandfather stabbed me in the face with a beard. I know my grandfather is a kind farmer, and he will help others when they are in trouble. Because of this, all the people in the village respect him.

But one day in March 2007, the hospital diagnosed grandpa with cancer. At that time, I knew there was no hope, and my heart felt like I had fallen into the abyss, but grandpa smiled and said to me, it's okay, granddaughter, grandpa will be fine?

In this way, my father took his thin grandfather to a big hospital in Shanghai for treatment. At the beginning, grandpa's illness recovered, and I was very happy, so I said in my heart; Grandpa will be fine. ? After treatment, my grandfather persisted day after day and year after year, and I was full of joy. My father took me to Shanghai to visit my grandfather. When I saw him, the first thing I did was to hold him for a long time.

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Unforgettable primary school life In a blink of an eye, we are already sixth-grade students, and the door of junior high school has been opened to us. We are about to become a middle school student, but everything in primary school is still vivid. That was in the third grade. In the third grade, we were lucky enough to be exempted from the test. At this time, the final exam, the highest prize in all subjects, is not required. This is what many people dream of. No one wants to miss this good opportunity, and of course I am no exception.

But grade three is not as easy as grade one or two, and we add a lot of subjects, which gives people a feeling of double pressure every day. I work hard every day. I scored above 90% in almost every math exam, and I got four excellent grades in Chinese exams.

Every time I get 90% or good in the exam, I will shut myself in my room and reflect: whatever these questions are, I will be wrong, careless or not. By the end of the term, I got a language and math exemption, and I got a special student in English, but I didn't win any prizes in science. Later, I focused on science. But I don't seem to have the talent for this. In the fourth grade, I was admitted to a special science student. But I'm still thinking: what, I've worked so hard for so long, and there is only one special student. In the fifth grade, I finally got my wish and got the science exemption. I don't know how happy I am. Sure enough? Opportunities are for those who are prepared. Hard work always pays off? I am about to graduate, but I can't bear to part with my school, my teachers and my classmates. But although there are too many disappointments in my heart, the wheel of life still has to roll forward.

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It keeps raining, and my heart is cold, which reminds me of a very guilty thing. It just happened, but I'm sorry for my mother.

On that day, my mother and I agreed to go to Taicang to buy shoes together. However, on the appointed Sunday, my mother suddenly said that she had something to do and would not accompany me. I was very angry and thought: adults always do this. They always change one sentence after another, and there is no good example at all. ?

In the evening, I didn't eat, and my father came back. Seeing that I didn't eat, he asked: What's the matter? Who made you angry today? ? I was speechless, and my father asked helplessly, where is your mother? ? I was very angry and said: Where is she going? What does it have to do with me? I don't know, calligraphy and painting have always been like this. Change what you say, it's too bad faith. I won't trust him anymore. ?

? Why did your mother make you angry again? Dad said. I buried my head in the quilt and ignored him. Father is impatient, tell me what mother is doing. My father has always been a man who can't keep secrets.

? Your mother doesn't want to go with you because she wants to wait? May day? When the family went together, he said that his eyes were bad and mine were good, so she lied to you that she had something to do today and wouldn't go with you, not to mention that she was in poor health. It was all for your own good. ? Dad said.

Hearing this, I felt very guilty and thought, Oh, I don't want this. I indiscriminately said that my mother was not good. He works hard for me. Now, I'm complaining about this and that, regardless of his consideration. I was all wet. ?

This matter is still something that makes me feel very guilty.