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Kneeling for composition topic: growing up in school: more than 600 words, using inscriptions and subtitles.
Grateful growth

Time flies like a blink of an eye. In the days of growing up, many people and things are worthy of gratitude. Some are moments, some are eternity. Even though, I have grown up.

When I was a child, I always said confidently, "When I grow up, I want to buy a big house for my father;" When I grow up, I will buy high-end cosmetics for my mother; When I grow up, I will buy a beautiful skirt for my sister ... "At that time, I was not sensible. First of all, I think I can do many things when I grow up. Second, I thought that these things can only be done when I grow up. Third, I thought it might be gratitude, but I didn't know what was happening in my life was really worthy of gratitude.

I seldom observe my father carefully, but I don't think we need to get along day and night. Later, I found that there is only one person in the world, and I call him "Dad".

Three days after the senior high school entrance examination, although there was no scorching sun, the sultry weather before the rain made me sweat. My father always walks me to the door silently, and never forgets to say, "I'm right outside. Don't be afraid of anything." Suddenly I feel that he is like a mountain, tall and majestic, and he is my shelter. When I suddenly turned around when I entered the door, I saw my father's back. I suddenly understood Mr. Zhu Ziqing's mood. Father's back always makes people feel extremely warm and powerful. I want to rush to say thank you, but I don't know how to say it. I just stood there and let the tears blur my eyes.

I used to be very weak. I keep coughing every day, and there is no blood on my face. Grandma tried her best to get a prescription from an old Chinese doctor. In summer, the air is burning and the kitchen is like a stove. My mother is helping me boil medicine, with a towel around her neck and constantly wiping the beads on her face. After cooking the medicine, her most difficult task is to let me drink it. "Don't be afraid, this medicine is not bitter at all. Besides, if you drink it, your illness will be fine, and we don't have to drink it any more ... "Speaking of which, she saw me taking medicine and quietly turned my back. I know. She doesn't want to see me.

The medicine was really bitter, but I still tried to drink it. Maybe this is all I can do for her.

The road to growth is long and bumpy, and I gradually understand the true meaning of gratitude. They don't need my big house, cosmetics and beautiful clothes ... all they want is my heart. When there are no more people, I will be grateful when I grow up, and I will grow up with gratitude.