Everyone's growth is nothing more than experiencing the "ups and downs" in the sauce bottle of life, and I am no exception. In these mixed memories, I was moved again and again, and my parents gave me the most love. My parents' meticulous care and care for me make me feel love and care all the time, and I am very happy.
It was a weekend and my parents had to work overtime. I didn't wake up in order to let me have a rest. I only left a little note: "Yang Yang, my parents have gone to work. After getting up, I gargle and wash my face. My mother made breakfast. If it is cold, I will heat it myself. "
At that time, it was still dark, it was raining heavily outside, and the raindrops made the window panes "beep, beep". I was so scared that I forgot to eat breakfast, rinse my mouth and wash my face. I watched it with Ben Gorky's Childhood. I was fascinated at that time, watching and thinking, how did the protagonist spend his childhood in pain and fear? In those difficult years, he bravely crossed one hurdle after another. What about us? I really don't know when I will be blessed! Unconsciously, I almost finished reading a book. At this time, my stomach is also growling with hunger, and I remember that I haven't had breakfast yet. So I closed the book and got ready to get dressed and get up. Who knows, my parents are back: Oh, shit, my parents will definitely fly into a rage and scold me, I thought while getting dressed timidly.
"Yang Yang, why didn't you have breakfast?" The breakfast on the table was found by the careful mother. My mother went straight to the bed, touched my forehead and asked anxiously, "What should I do if I am hungry?" I looked down and whispered, "I've been reading." "It's good to love reading, but you should also pay attention to your health!" Before her mother finished, she quickly picked up the breakfast on the table and ran into the kitchen. ...
Dad also stood silently, looking at the book "Childhood" I had read. He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say it. He just shook his head and turned into the kitchen. ...
When I finished washing, my father was holding a steaming cup of milk: "Warm your stomach before meals!" " "When watching me drink it in one breath, my father opened his locked brow. At the same time, my mother cooked me a reheated breakfast and served it on the table. Although the weather is very cold, I can clearly see the sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. Suddenly, a warm current spread all over the body, my heart had already melted, and I silently shed tears. ...
"Poor wind!" In this way, my parents didn't blame me, which made me understand their education and their words and deeds. What will I repay them for their kindness? In fact, nothing is needed, only grades and health are the best comfort for them.