However, even so, she often carries my schoolbag when she takes me to school every day. Because of the development of her illness, my mother was hospitalized for surgery, and someone had to take care of her during this time in the hospital, but I had to go to school and couldn't take care of her, so my father asked for leave to take care of her.
Two weeks after the operation, my mother was ready to leave the hospital. My father and I came to the hospital to meet my mother in the morning. We went upstairs to mother's ward and walked to her bedside.
Looking at my mother lying in the hospital bed, I was ashamed and thought, "I can't let my mother endorse my bag any more!" " ""Does your waist still hurt? " I asked my mother, "How did the doctor cure you? "My mother replied," The doctor said it was an incision in the waist to take out the protruding bone. "Mom got dressed, and dad came over and said," The discharge formalities are done, and we can go home. "
Mother took clothes and food out of her suitcase and handbag. Dad is holding the bag, and mom is about to open the suitcase. I rushed to the front and said, "mom, you just finished surgery and your waist is not very good." You can't pull such a heavy thing. Let me do it. "
After that, I came to the suitcase from my mother and took a step with the suitcase. I think that suitcase is too heavy. When I got to the elevator, I was sweating all over my face. My mother saw me and said, "Give me the suitcase." I shook my head and refused.
Finally, when I got to the first floor, I felt a pain in my arm and thought, nothing. My mother has been carrying my heavy schoolbag, never saying that I can't move it, so I will insist. In this way, I dragged my suitcase until I got into a taxi.
I usually care too little about my mother, and sometimes my mother's concern for me makes me feel very annoyed. Thinking of my past mischief has added a lot of troubles to my mother, and I can't be calm for a long time.
I think I must repay my mother's kindness when I grow up.
It's good to have a mother.
A few years ago, my mother's hard work led to lumbar disc herniation. However, even so, she often carries my schoolbag when she takes me to school every day. Because of the development of her illness, my mother was hospitalized for surgery, and someone had to take care of her during this time in the hospital, but I had to go to school and couldn't take care of her, so my father asked for leave to take care of her.
Two weeks after the operation, my mother was ready to leave the hospital. My father and I came to the hospital to meet my mother in the morning. We went upstairs to mother's ward and walked to her bedside. Looking at my mother lying in the hospital bed, I was ashamed and thought, "I can't let my mother endorse my bag any more!" " ""Does your waist still hurt? " I asked my mother, "How did the doctor cure you? "My mother replied," The doctor said it was an incision in the waist to take out the protruding bone. "Mom got dressed, and dad came over and said," The discharge formalities are done, and we can go home. "Mom received clothes and food from the suitcase and her handbag. Dad took the bag and mom was about to pull the suitcase away. I rushed to the front and said, "mom, you just finished surgery and your waist is not very good." You can't pull such a heavy thing. Let me do it. " Say that finish, I came to the front of the suitcase from my mother and took a step with the suitcase. I think that suitcase is too heavy. When I got to the elevator, I was sweating all over my face. My mother saw me and said, "Give me the suitcase." I shook my head and refused. Finally, when I got to the first floor, I felt a pain in my arm and thought, nothing. My mother has been carrying my heavy schoolbag, never saying that I can't move it, so I will insist. In this way, I dragged my suitcase until I got into a taxi.
I usually care too little about my mother, and sometimes my mother's concern for me makes me feel very annoyed. Thinking of my past mischief has added a lot of troubles to my mother, and I can't be calm for a long time. I think I must repay my mother's kindness when I grow up.
It's good to have mom around. My mother is afraid of many things. "I'm afraid" became her mantra, but I read invisible love from this fear.
One day, my mother and I were wandering in the street. In early spring, watermelons have not been fully listed, but there are still fruit stalls for sale.
I looked at the round and green watermelon eagerly, and my mouth watered. I just wanted to buy one to try, but when I saw the price, my heart was half cold: Is this too expensive? Ten yuan a catty, usually only two yuan! I had no choice but to let the fruit stand disappear before my eyes.
Not long after Saturday, I crossed my legs at home, ate melon seeds and watched TV. Suddenly, I heard the door of "Ding Dong", and I knew it was my mother.
I rushed to open the door. Wow! I saw my mother holding a huge green watermelon, and I was eating it in my dream! I happily carried the watermelon to the kitchen, quickly disassembled it into eight pieces, took the cut watermelon to the living room, and picked the biggest one and handed it to my mother.
But the mother who was wiping the sweat said, "I won't eat." I am afraid that my mouth is full of watermelon juice, which is sticky and can't be wiped clean. " Son, you eat. "
As soon as her voice fell, she did not hesitate to put the biggest watermelon into my mouth. Wow! How sweet! So, I ate watermelon to my heart's content.
But my mother chewed up the withered apple that had been left for a long time. Another time, one day in May, the weather was surprisingly hot.
Seeing the sweat dripping down my mother's face, I handed her a full glass of iced coke without hesitation. But my mother said, "I'm afraid I'll get fat after drinking coke." Drink it yourself. "
After that, she poured herself a cup of warm water and drank it. Look, how timid my mother is! But one day, when I was chatting with my father and making fun of my mother's bravery, my father said softly, "She is not timid, she wants to give you all the delicious food she saved, silly child!" " "I heard that, I was shocked.
Yes, mom made it for me! It feels good to have a mother! In the future, I will also honor my parents and make them feel that it is good to have me.
Write a composition about how good it feels to have parents. About 500 words to thank your parents. "Grateful heart, grateful to have you, will accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to sit on it myself. Thanksgiving heart, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish it ... "Every time I hear this touching song, I can't help but think of my parents who raised me for ten years. In the past ten years, they have taken good care of me, taught me knowledge and taught me in every possible way. Train me from a newborn baby to a smart and sensible girl. As time goes by, only the love of parents remains unchanged. My parents' love is as deep as the sea and as heavy as Mount Tai, and scenes often echo in my mind. I thank my parents for encouraging me, comforting me and giving me courage when I am frustrated, so that I can build up confidence and face difficulties bravely. I remember that I only got 85 points in a math exam. Food doesn't taste good. My mother saw my abnormality and sat next to me and asked me why. I told my mother the truth about the exam in detail. What I didn't expect was that my mother didn't criticize me, but comforted me and said, "Good boy, a failure doesn't mean you are not good." You should analyze the reasons carefully and know what is wrong. This is progress. " After listening to my mother's words, my mood relaxed a lot. Father loves me. Father's love is as selfless and great as mother's love, which is attributed to his strict and unknown love, although sometimes I can't understand it. I will never forget that time. The teacher assigned an assignment to check the information. There was a lot of homework that day, and it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. But I haven't finished my homework. I want my father to check the information for me. This assignment is not important anyway. But when I told my father, my father didn't hear. I was very angry at that time and thought to my father. I refused to help. As time went on, I gradually understood my father's intention. My father wants to tell me to do my own thing. Sweet kisses, cups of fragrant hot milk, encouraging eyes, encouraging words.
Parents' silent love is countless.
My mother feels so good. My mother is afraid of many things. "I'm afraid" became her mantra, but I read invisible love from this fear.
One day, my mother and I were wandering in the street. In early spring, watermelons have not been fully listed, but there are still fruit stalls for sale. I looked at the round and green watermelon eagerly, and my mouth watered. I just wanted to buy one to try, but when I saw the price, my heart was half cold: Is this too expensive? Ten yuan a catty, usually only two yuan! I had no choice but to let the fruit stand disappear before my eyes.
Not long after Saturday, I crossed my legs at home, ate melon seeds and watched TV. Suddenly, I heard the door of "Ding Dong", and I knew it was my mother. I rushed to open the door. Wow! I saw my mother holding a huge green watermelon, and I was eating it in my dream! I happily carried the watermelon to the kitchen, quickly divided it into eight pieces, took the cut watermelon to the living room, and picked the biggest one and handed it to my mother. But the mother who was wiping the sweat said, "I won't eat." I am afraid that my mouth is full of watermelon juice, which is sticky and can't be wiped clean. " Son, you eat. "At the same time, she put the biggest watermelon into my mouth without hesitation. Wow! How sweet! So, I ate watermelon to my heart's content. But my mother chewed up the withered apple that had been left for a long time.
Another time, one day in May, the weather was surprisingly hot. Seeing the sweat dripping down my mother's face, I handed her a full glass of iced coke without hesitation. But my mother said, "I'm afraid I'll get fat after drinking coke." Drink it yourself. " After that, she poured herself a cup of warm water and drank it.
Look, how timid my mother is!
But one day, when I was chatting with my father and making fun of my mother's bravery, my father said softly, "She is not timid, she wants to give you all the delicious food she saved, silly child!" " "I heard that, I was shocked.
Yes, mom made it for me! It feels good to have a mother! In the future, I will also honor my parents and make them feel that it is good to have me!
6. Write a composition about how good it feels to have parents, and thank your parents in about 500 words.
"Grateful heart, grateful to have you, accompany me all my life, let me have the courage to sit by myself. Grateful heart, thank fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish ... "
Every time I hear this touching song, I can't help thinking of my parents who raised me for ten years. In these ten years, they took care of me in every possible way, taught me knowledge, taught me the truth of being a man, and trained me from a newborn baby to a clever and sensible girl. Years are long and sparkling, but only the love of parents remains unchanged. The love of parents is as deep as the sea and as heavy as Mount Tai. One scene after another often echoes in my mind.
Thank my parents for encouraging me, comforting me and giving me courage when I am frustrated, so that I can build up confidence and face difficulties bravely. I remember a math exam, and I only got 85 points. I came home depressed, my homework was not done well, and my meal was not delicious. My mother saw my abnormality and sat next to me and asked me why. I told my mother the truth about the exam in detail. What I didn't expect was that instead of criticizing me, my mother comforted me and said, "Good boy, a failure doesn't mean that you are not excellent. You should analyze the reasons carefully and know what is wrong. This is progress. " After listening to my mother, my mood suddenly relaxed a lot.
Father's love is not as sweet as mother's love, and it is as selfless and great as mother's love. I thank my father for his stern and unknown love, although sometimes I can't understand it. I will never forget that time. The teacher assigned a task of finding information. There was a lot of homework that day. It's past 9 pm, but I haven't finished my homework yet. I want my father to help me find information. This assignment is not important anyway. But when I told dad, dad didn't seem to hear me. At that time, I was very angry and thought my father was a cheapskate and refused to help. As time went on, I gradually understood my father's intention. My father wants to tell me to do my own thing.
Sweet kisses, cups of fragrant hot milk, encouraging eyes, encouraging words. Parents' silent love is countless.
7. When my little mother felt really good, there were few 600 compositions, so my mother sent me to a place called school, where we had a lot of knowledge to learn and homework to do. I sigh every day: learning is hard and tiring! When I grow up, I know the importance of reading, and I no longer worry about reading. The phrase "going to school" in the morning and "I'm back" after school tells the endless fun of reading.
We are no longer studying for the top scholar in high school, nor for glorifying our ancestors, nor for being an official, but for cultivating our own sentiments and studying. What an elegant and noble thing. In the morning and evening, in a quiet small courtyard, holding a dream of red mansions and pouring a cup of tea, my mood fluctuates with the ups and downs of the plot in the book. It feels like a dream, without violin accompaniment and luxurious occasions, just a simple place, holding a literary classic and enjoying it alone. Enjoy it. "Books are food for the spirit", yes, a good book is better than 100 million bottles of drinks and countless snacks in Qian Qian, because they are just passing by, but books are your faithful friends forever. When you are bored, hold a poem and prose, and let the troubles disappear without a trace in beautiful sentences; When you are happy, read a poem to make your happy mood more pleasant; When you are bored, reading novels can restore your mood. On a comfortable morning, listen to the sound of reading aloud. How thoughtful! I was edified before I knew it.
When reading, read wholeheartedly, watch intently, and concentrate on nothing. Therefore, the reader's mind becomes so quiet, just like a calm lake, there will never be much waves. Why? Because reading edifies them. Unforgettable reading time, novels, essays, classical poems ... Some are irritating, some are sad, some are sympathetic, some are joyful and some are thought-provoking. So I said-it's good to read!
8. It's good to write a composition with the feeling of helping my mother cook. My mother is on a business trip. She told me before going out that she would go home and cook for me at noon. But it's almost noon, and my stomach has been stuck on my back for a long time, and my mother hasn't come back yet. What should I do? After careful consideration, I finally decided to cook by myself.
That's it. I found a pack of leeks, finally washed them and prepared to start cooking. I picked up the kitchen knife first, but in the middle of cutting, the naughty kitchen knife didn't work in my hand, and it seemed to be deliberately aimed at me. I carefully hold one end of the leek again, and the other hand tightly holds the kitchen knife and cuts it carefully. I finally conquered this naughty kitchen knife.
It's time to fire I put these leeks in the pot and started cooking like my mother. I vaguely remember a spoonful of salt and half a spoonful of monosodium glutamate in my mind, and I made them one by one. Then I picked up the spatula in my hand, flipped it in the pot and fried it. This tastes really delicious! After about 2 minutes, the food will be cooked. Then I cooked another meal and worked hard for a long time to finish it!
I hummed a ditty and put the delicious food I spent 30 minutes cooking on the table. Mom came home from work and watched the food I cooked carefully for her. My mother showed her white teeth. But the next scene is not very glorious. My mother is eating my rice, and her expression is very strange. I asked my mother in a hurry, "Is it delicious?" Mom quickly said, "How nice!" I quickly took a bite: "Wow! It's too salty to eat! " I said painfully
Although it was not delicious, my mother supported it and ate it all. I will continue to cook next time. It feels good to cook by yourself!
It feels good to be trusted by your parents. I am really not an honest boy. I lied once, more than once, but since that incident, I have experienced the feeling of honesty and trust.
I remember that time, I took my brother and sister from my hometown to the alley to buy candy. "Sell sugar! Sell sugar! Six yuan a catty! " We were walking in an alley, and there was a cry of selling in our ears.
We turned around and saw an old man selling sugar. So, we rushed over.
"Grandpa, we want to buy sugar." "Six yuan a catty, especially sweet, can't be bought outside."
The old man smiled at us kindly. So, I gave my grandfather the only twenty dollars I had, bought two Jin of sugar, and went home after the old man found the money.
After a while, we came to the end of the alley, and my brother and sister left because of something. I just reached into my pocket, took out my money and counted it to see what else I could buy. As a result, I was surprised to find that in addition to the old man's change, there were four more dollars. I was so happy that I could vaguely see the old man selling sugar just now.
I quickly hid, and an idea flashed through my mind that I should return the money to the old man. Don't! It shouldn't be! This money is mine! At this moment, it's like two elves quarreling over my head. An elf said, "master, this money is yours." You should spend it well. The old man deserved it! " "At this moment, another elf representing the Rightists spoke:" No! I believe the host is a good man, a good man! ..... "alas! The quarrel between these two dead people makes me dizzy! I hesitate.
Take it, but I can't bear it. I'm afraid people will lose face if they know. If you don't take it, it's a pity that it's too late to regret it.
I looked back at the old man selling sugar. He is dressed simply, with a high nose and a hunchback. He looks honest and simple. These should be the hard-earned money earned by the elderly! I ran in shame and returned the money to the old man.
At this time, an elf raised a white flag on my head ... but the old man's face was not the surprised expression I expected at this time. He gave me a satisfied and lasting smile: "I also found that I gave too much change, but I knew you would pay it back, because I knew at first sight that you were an honest boy." I was shocked. I felt the happiness of trust and being trusted between people.
Ah, it feels good to be trusted! Honey, oh.
10. It feels good to be a parent. Requirements: What does it feel like to grow up to no less than 450 words? Is it a surprise? Is it joy? or ...
I feel grown up in an instant. When it rains, you will naturally open an umbrella, walk alone in the drizzle, and feel the unique romance and warmth with your heart, instead of jumping into the rain curtain to play like a child and not caring about getting soaked. When you hear someone praise you, a few red clouds will suddenly float on your face, instead of just smirking with your head tilted like when you were a child ... Oh! What's it like to grow up? The feeling of growing up is the green buds sprouting after the rain and the shy dew rolling on the petals.
Entering the flower season, I inadvertently crossed the dividing line between childishness and maturity. Standing on the edge of maturity, looking at me living in a happy kingdom behind me. I was naive, naughty, crying and cheating there. Often it is not a prank to put chicken feathers on the ears of a neighbor's big cat, or to jump up and down with the children and step on Aunt Zhang's newly planted seedlings, and then lower her head to help the trampled seedlings after her mother counts them. At that time, I often ran home laughing and singing in the wind and rain, but I cried silently for a bowl of poached eggs sent by my mother with a smile. At that time, I loved to laugh and cry. It was sunny just now, and then suddenly there was a shower. Look, who is that little girl with red face and tears streaming down her face? Isn't that myself? I am so embarrassed.
However, at this time, I have stood on this side of the dividing line. All those beautiful memories can only be locked in a pink diary and placed in the deepest part of my memory treasure house. When I grow up, I want to be strong, learn to laugh at life and face ups and downs; When you grow up, you should put away your innocence, learn to be deep and learn to be calm; When you grow up, you should learn to bear it and learn to bear it. I feel that I am burdened with too many dreams with too many expectations, so I try to turn my confusion into a source of sweat and my hesitation into a lamp that illuminates the distance. Please don't say that I have become sophisticated. Actually, I'm maturing.
Pink childhood is beautiful, but the golden future fascinates me even more. For that beautiful fruit, I can only put away my innocence and stride forward. On the way forward, I will cry in the face of thorns; Faced with ups and downs, I will hesitate. But I will be optimistic about everything. Because there are too many dreams in my heart.
What's it like to grow up?
The feeling of growing up, the sweetness of ice cream, and the acidity of green strawberries ... Anyway, the feeling of growing up is good.