Qingxu short message

I am a small tree and my father is a big mountain. Hold me tight and don't let anyone put me down. I am a drop of water, and my mother is the mother of the ocean. The ocean is closely integrated with me and will never let me dry up. I am a seed, my father is the necessary water for my growth, and my mother is the bright sunshine. They protect and love me with their lives and everything, and watch me grow sturdily day by day. They have been looking forward to the day when I walk out of the soil and meet this bright world!

Mom and dad are running around all day, busy with their careers. Because of overwork, ruthless years will always engrave the vicissitudes of the years on their faces. Even so, they have done a lot for me.

I have been in poor health since I was a child because of bronchitis. One night when I was seven years old, it was stormy and rainy. My mother-in-law Yu scattered big pearls on the ground. At about seven o'clock that night, I caught a cold and gasped. Mother saw that something was wrong with me and immediately prescribed me an antiasthmatic medicine. At nine o'clock in the evening, I still didn't get better. At this time, I began to feel uncomfortable all over, breathing louder and louder, and even my mouth opened. Mother said to her father, "This is not good. We must take it to the hospital. " Dad pondered for a while and said, "That's right. Just send it to the hospital for a drip! " At this time, my parents quickly came up to me and said, "Come on, let's take you to the hospital." I didn't expect it to be more uncomfortable to sit up. My sad tears keep spinning, so I can't go to the hospital this time.

Dad can only call the doctor home for treatment. My mother told me a story in front of my bed. After a while, the doctor came to give me an intravenous drip. I didn't fall asleep until 12. The next morning, I found my parents sleeping on their stomachs beside my bed all night. Finally, my eyes filled with tears. From the age of seven, I knew how much my parents loved me!

Chapter 2: I am still a child-I am in the eyes of my parents.

Childhood is my dream; Childhood is my singing; Childhood is my laughter. Childhood me, lovely me; Childhood me, happy me. I grew up in childhood and matured in childhood!

I was a child, and my parents took care of me. I am regarded as "the apple of my parents' eye" and my parents' "little cotton-padded jacket". When my father works hard, I will give him a cup of hot tea, and when my mother is tired of housework, I will call her back. I am a little helper of my parents and a good boy praised by everyone.

When I was a child, my personality and study were excellent. I am regarded as a teacher's "right hand man" and a teacher's "little assistant". Finish your homework carefully every day, answer questions actively in class, and ask the teacher if you can't, so that you can use your brain and be good at thinking. Helping others is indispensable, and labor actively grabs the first place. Every teacher gave a thumbs-up sign. Childhood me, happy me. Jumping rubber bands with children, cheating, throwing sandbags with children, and never stepping down after fighting. I fantasize about fairy tales all day and often make myself laugh!

When I was a child, I liked astronomy. When I was a child, I often looked at the twinkling stars, and a question mark popped up in my heart: The stars are really naughty! Why did you wink at me? There must be clear and bright water in the galaxy. Why not stay? Where will the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet at the Magpie Bridge? ..... On the night of the seventh day of July, I stared at the stars unblinkingly, hoping that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl would meet at the Magpie Bridge. How naive I was when I was a child, how I wished I was wandering in the sky!

In my colorful childhood, there are many things, which are as colorful as the seashells on the beach in my memory. These "shells" constitute my colorful childhood, a childhood full of childlike interest!

Qingxu County, Taiyuan City, Shanxi Province

Article 3: My parents

I have a father and a mother who love me.

My father is a department manager and travels a lot. Every time my father goes on a business trip, the next day, I will find the love and encouragement message from my father on my mobile phone. Every time I read the message sent by my father, I always want to cry. Between the lines, my father's love for me is revealed. Although my father is often abroad, he cares about and misses me very much. If I miss my father that night, I will cry until my mother comes to comfort me, and my heart will feel better. My father works outside every day because he wants me to have a good study environment so that I can get what others have. My father is the greatest in my heart.

"The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. "Whenever I read a poem like Ode to a Wanderer, I always think of my mother. My mother is a businessman and often runs around shopping, but it's also for me. Busy mother, in order to support her family in the hot sun or wind and rain, should have been her mother's rest time during the day, but she spent most of this time helping me with my homework. In order to improve my grades, I will go to a good university in the future and become a useful person when I grow up. I remember one night, when I went to bed, I found a light still on in my mother's room. I walked over curiously. Through the crack of the door, I saw my mother mending my broken trousers with a needle. My mother's back was bent and carefully stitched. Seeing this, I couldn't help shedding a little tears. When I went back to bed, I still remembered what had just happened. How much you love me and my good mother.

Writing here, my heart is as sour as vinegar, my pen is shaking, and I can't help crying. I am glad to have a parent who loves me.

Rule 4: Listen to your mother.

With the passage of time, her hair has gradually turned white, and the wrinkles on her forehead reflect her hard work. Seeing that she is not as straight as when she was young, my mother, it hurts me to see you get old!

From immature children to slim girls, I grew up little by little, while you grew old little by little. When you were young, you were young and beautiful in my eyes. Looking at your skin from white to black, and then at the corner of your eyes, you can imagine how much you have paid and how much you have sweated.

I am in a rebellious period of youth. Every day, I hear your nagging over and over again, but I yell at you loudly, complain about you over and over again in my heart, and secretly make faces when I see your leaving figure. I turned around and accidentally saw the hot milk you secretly put on my desk for me. In an instant, I clearly understood your mind. At that moment, I found that I regretted it. I seem to tell you: mom, do you know, at that moment, I regretted yelling at you!

In the later days, I accidentally found that there would be a lamp in the living room every night. And every time I stay up late to finish my homework, a cup of hot milk and midnight snack will appear unconsciously on the coffee table, and even the rice is steaming. When I returned to my room, what caught my eye was the neat and orderly textbooks on my desk. Suddenly, you are busy behind me, only to find out how bad my attitude towards you is. Looking at the neat and orderly textbooks, my eyes can't help heating up, and the water mist in my eyes blurs my sight. At this moment, I realize that parents' concern for their children is no longer verbal, but a little action and a greeting.

Suddenly I remembered the words sung by Jay Chou: "Listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt. You should grow up quickly and protect her beautiful white hair ... "Yes, listen to your mother and don't let her get hurt. ...

Chapter five: I understand my parents' good intentions.

In the third grade, adults said that if you want to be admitted to a key middle school, you must sign up for some classes in English and Olympiad, and both English and Olympiad should be mentioned.