On Tuesday night, my mother told me something that surprised me very much-my father was going home. Dad works in other places and doesn't have much time to rest. He only comes home once every month or two. This time he went back to the company for a meeting, so that he could stay at home for one night and have to come back early the next morning.
When I was a child, I lived in a very small house with my parents. Dad goes to work early every day, and I am always picked up by my mother. As far as I remember, I haven't seen my father for a long time. Every night, after I slept for a long time, my father would drag his tired body home.
After a long time, my mother told me that my father didn't even dare to gently push the door in order not to disturb my sleep. My happiest thing at that time was to see my father sitting on the sofa after school and saying, "I have nothing to do today." Is there much homework? " Do you need me to write with you? "Whenever this happens, I will happily rush to the table and take out my homework, because I know that my father will accompany me soon.
During that time, although our family life was not very good, we had a good time every day. But my father is a man with strong self-esteem. He came to live here from his hometown in rural Hebei. Not only did I fail to let my grandparents live a better life, but I was not satisfied with myself. In order to change the poverty situation at home, dad decided to work in a new place.
Later, when I grew up, our life got better and better with my father's efforts. However, the young and healthy father never came back. Last summer vacation, I went to work for my father for a week. I hardly see my father during the day. Only when it's time to eat, will he come back and take me to the canteen for dinner. Without saying a few words, I got busy again. In those days, I often did my homework and stayed up late.
But I can't wait for him to come back every night. One night, I struggled: I had to see him. I waited for years. It was not until two o'clock that I saw my father walk in the door, his eyes full of red blood.
My mother and I also advised my father to rest more every day and not stay up all night. Health is the most important thing. But he is always dealing with us, buying a few bottles of health care products that I don't know if they are useful, so that we can rest assured, but after returning to work, he still goes his own way. Every time I watch him stay up late for health, I really don't know whether to cry or laugh.
That night, when I came home from cram school, my father had fallen asleep. I want to see dad. But then I thought: let dad rest! Like my father who was afraid to disturb my rest when I was a child, I crept into the bedroom without even pushing the door gently. ...
In the snowstorm, a thin girl tried to walk in the cold street. She asked everyone and said, "Do you want a match?" "Buy matches!" She never received a reply, but she was helpless. She never knew that a girl his age was always worried about her. ...
The cold wind blows, as if to vent all the dissatisfaction in its heart, and the snow falls, which really has the artistic conception of "coming like spring breeze, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night". I hurried home and ran into a thin and timid girl. She is almost as old as me, but she is so thin and lovely that my heart can't help trembling. Her faint apology comes from my ears. She is like a little girl selling matches in fairy tales, except that there are no matches. Wearing thin clothes, why did she run out alone in the cold wind? I asked him carefully and learned that she was the little match girl who made me sad. Her matches have been taken away by the bully in the cold wind.
Hearing this, I seem to love her even more. The flowers growing up in the greenhouse are in sharp contrast with him. I took off my scarf, used it as a cloak for her, and carried her all the way to my house. At the door of the house, she kept trembling and refused to come in. She will be afraid of getting dirty and messy. This poor little girl, I dragged her in, sat her on the sofa and brought her some fruit and food to fill her stomach, because in fairy tales, she was so poor and hungry. I remember telling her not to leave if she was asked to stay, but she said that she had a father who worried her. I was worried about her, too.
I stuffed some money into her hand, some nice clothes, shoes and headgear into my bag, and told her to go home to her father quickly. She is too kind to accept. Tears all over my face, and I cried so hard. I held back my tears, forced out a smile, sent her home and looked at her back. I can't help crying.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and I shook my head, but her figure had already disappeared. It's just a familiar street and a familiar feeling. I can't help laughing. This is just an association. However, in retrospect, everyone has the person he cares about most, perhaps relatives and friends, but it must be the most precious person, just like the little match girl. Although her father is strict with him, the little girl still cares about him. I think they should be very happy now. Although this is a magical dream, it still doesn't affect that she is the person I care about most. What about you? What about the person you care about most now? Be sure to call him and let him know that "you are the person I care about most"!
Care is the water in the stream, which is a trickle and endless, just like a mother's care for her children, so far and so deep ... A father's care is like a tree on a mountain, and its thin branches entrust his father's care for his children, and his care is like a mountain, so steady and so heavy. Mother's care is like the vast galaxy, and every shining star shines with care. When you are most uncomfortable, your mother's words make you suddenly enlightened, and that is love! When you are scratching your head when considering the topic, the hint your father gave you makes you suddenly realize that it is love!
On the vibrant grassland, a female wolf's eyes are full of waiting and hope. In order to make her children become the king of wolves, the mother wolf lets her children exercise and hone. She goes out hunting in the morning and comes back at night. The mother wolf looks forward to the safe return of her children. We are like animals. Our parents send us to school. Every day we casually say, "son, you must listen carefully today." Our daily answer is, "I know." We always answer like this, as if we were dealing with our parents. We were wrong. This is a kind of care that parents love and care about us, but there is no second kind for themselves, so we should cherish it even more, no matter what the future is.
Parents care about us in many ways. My father has been smoking recently as if he had something on his mind. Occasionally, I heard my parents talk, only to see my father pick up a cigarette in his right hand and light a cigarette with a lighter in his left hand, frowning every time he smokes. There is concern between wrinkles, and the smoke he exhaled contains concern. "ah! My son is about to graduate from geography, but I can only be anxious here. There is love for me and concern for my study. My mother cares too much about me. In life and study, my mother fell ill last time because of fatigue. My mother had an injection in the hospital. I'm worried for the first time. I can't sit still at school for a moment. The teacher's voice flashed in my mind, but I was looking forward to the bell after school. When the school bell finally rang, I ran to the hospital and saw my mother. At this time, I felt the taste of caring for others and the warmth of being cared for.
Concern is a precious emotion between people. With care, you won't be lonely because of leisure. With your heart, your life will become full and meaningful. Worry is not illusory, but a real reality. What we need to know and cherish our current concern is actually easy to satisfy our parents-an excellent report card, a certificate, a thoughtful word and a good morning-that's all.
Concerned about the rain, it has been raining. But I believe that happiness will shine everywhere in the end.
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"Wow", in an instant, a flash of lightning mercilessly tore the whole sky, kneaded the debris into pouring rain and generously spread it to the world. The wind followed the beat, screaming and yelling with dissatisfaction and anger. Sitting at my desk, all kinds of thoughts come together and are in disorder.
At home, sour? Happiness!
"Son, come and see mom's victory!" "Oh, I'm coming!" One is full of energy and the other is listless. Of course, my mother's orders are irresistible, so I have to "give in easily" (not derogatory). I trudged to the kitchen, only to find my mother thinking about it with a glass of water. Seeing my arrival, I immediately turned from deep thought to joy, comparable to the speed of light: "Come on, son. Mom specially prepared a glass of lemonade for your alkaline constitution. Come and drink, it's good for acid-base balance. " I took the cup hesitantly and saw some lemons in it "taking a bath", which made me suspicious. But when I saw my mother's "bursting" expectation, I resolutely drank it "knocked, knocked, knocked" and only felt a sour feeling wandering in my throat. "Is it delicious?" Looking at those dark eyes with the light of hope, my heart was buried by a burst of happiness: "delicious!" " "Happiness arises spontaneously.
In the street, are you sad? Attention!
"Mom, I'm going out to watch the rain." "Well, be careful on the road." Walking in a sea of people with a bright umbrella, I unconsciously lost my original intention and direction of coming out to play. Listening to the chaotic March in the rain, watching the ripples aroused by the coming and going vehicles without trace, I have a sad mood inexplicably.
At the crossroads, the sound of hawking broke through the storm, and it was endless: "Peking University Steamed Bread" and "Peking University Steamed Bread" ... I was embarrassed to see an uncle in his forties peddling on an electric tricycle. When he came to my eyes, I could have a cursory look: his dark face showed his ordinary image, and several wrinkles of different shades were proof of his years' washing. He casually wore a shapeless poncho, revealing a few strands of hair soaked by raindrops and hanging on the denomination. His eyes were firm and confident, and he stared at the front without wavering. Too late to look closely, his solid arm has disappeared in the distance hit by heavy rain. Thinking that he might be struggling to go home early, he became swollen and worried.
Looking into the distance, a touch of dawn broke through the obstacles and brought hope to the earth. At this time, the rain has stopped and the wind is not crazy. Happiness and care are washing the world, which is natural.
Pay attention to the composition of the second day of junior high school, 5 pay attention to the affection of "children are worried for thousands of miles"; Caring is a thousand-mile wish of "my heart is bright and I am worried"; Concern is the happiness of "friends come from afar" ... There are thousands of concerns about Qian Qian in the world, but it is not as good as mine-one tenth of my mother's.
Between my mother and me, there is a thread as thin as hair, but as tough as steel. The name of this thread is care.
From my mother's pregnancy in October to my birth, and now I am in my prime of life, my heart is always full of my mother's concern. My mother always follows me closely when I am a toddler. When I was running happily, my mother's heart must have been in my throat for fear that I might trip over something. If I had been scratched at that time, it would have hurt my mother's heart! I probably didn't know what care was at that time. But the only thing I know is that I have to protect myself and not let my mother worry. I don't care at ordinary times, but today I suddenly remembered that my mother's concern for me can be traced back so long that I almost forgot.
On the first day of junior high school, the school organized freshmen to go to military training. Obviously, I experienced it when I was in primary school, but my mother's concern and worry about me have not diminished at all. I started packing my daily necessities two or three days in advance. On the morning of military training, my mother specially ran to the team and told me to drink more water. The classmates around me said enviously, "Your mother really cares about you." I smiled at my mother. This team has made great progress. Looking back, my mother's figure stretched the thread of concern for a long time. When I got home after military training, my mother quickly pulled me to my side, asking questions and saying with distress, "I haven't seen you for a week, you are thin and black." Today, I will cook some dishes to treat you well ... "I can hear that my mother's words are full of deep joy and concern." Oh, the concern at this time has become so long.
As I grow up day after day and year after year, my mother's face is not as young as before. Seeing my mother's head turn white, I was excited and tears could not help falling. My mother has worked hard for me all her life, and I have grown up and become sensible. My mother never needs my return, but how can I enjoy it and forget to return it? Mom, your love for me will always be engraved in my heart. Now, please accept my concern and love for you: you are the most important person in my life. No matter when and where, I always care about you, just like when I was a child.
May everyone who cares about others be treated gently by time, and may everyone who is cared for leave the most precious traces in memory in the ancient tunnel of time.
The night is getting darker and darker, and the light clouds around the moon gradually disperse. The moon showed her bright face, and the moonlight became brighter. Only a few stars are scattered around the moon alone, but there are also some rare charms of the moon stars. It's night in the city.
A little sleepy in a trance, I looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, oh! It's already midnight. On the train of memory, I went back to my childhood. Because I was extremely weak and just in time for grandma to build a new house, I followed grandma and grandpa back to the country. I am standing on a field path, and the wild daisies on the roadside are in full bloom! Clusters, clusters, white petals around the golden stamens, really beautiful. "Hey? What is this? It looks fluffy. " I muttered to myself. Looking intently, it turned out to be dandelion. Look carefully, there are many wild daisies in it! At this time, I heard a familiar call from a distance: "Go home quickly, little darling, or you will finish eating the meat!" " "I caught a few strains and ran home, thinking that the meat was almost finished! We're out of meat! Who says I am the most greedy for grandpa's meat! For an instant, I forgot the dandelion in my hand.
When I got home, I smelled the meat and remembered the dandelion on my hand. I didn't pay attention. I hid it behind me and planned to give it to grandma. When I came to grandma, I happily took it out and said, "grandma, look!" Dandelion! " To my surprise, it turned out to be several bare stems. "How did this happen?" I wondered, "wasn't it fine just now?" I remember I picked the whole one. Grandma hugged me and said, "You must have run too fast. Dandelion was blown away by the wind. Silly child, where are you going to find dandelion?" ""really! I smiled and asked my grandmother to put me down and ran to the dinner table to eat. Big mouth, big mouth, like eating dandelion's back!
Nights in the country are much more lively than those in the city. I sat in grandma's arms, listening to the chorus of insects and looking up at the twinkling stars all over the sky. Grandma took a cattail leaf fan and fanned me to repel mosquitoes. Good life and leisure. I thought of that day again and asked my grandmother, "Why do dandelions get blown away by the wind and other flowers don't?" Grandma smiled and was silent for a while. She said, "Because dandelions will take away your troubles and let them go with the wind. I want you to be a happy person! " "Grandma's smile is so warm that it keeps warm in my heart.
Later, when I returned to the city, whenever I met dandelion in the park, I would vaguely think of my grandmother's words, and her smile would clearly emerge in front of me. At that time, I always pouted and playfully blew away the dandelion in front of me. The white dandelion slowly drifted away and floated to grandma's side.