An Information College Entrance Examination Full Score Composition

1. In the hazy morning, whenever I get off the bus and walk to school, there is always a hurried exhortation from behind: "When I get to school, think about sending me a message." Every day, I set foot on the journey of school in the gradual disappearance of this voice.

2. "SMS, SMS, be sure to send SMS." On the way, I kept talking about it. However, as soon as I entered the school gate, my mind was full of learning, and the short message had long been forgotten by me in the corner.

3. However, every time soon after I arrive at school, I am interrupted by a rush of "Rinrin bell". I secretly take out my mobile phone, and there are always two words on the SMS prompt: mom. After opening it, there were only a few short and urgent words on it: Have you arrived yet? And I had to reply to this short message impatiently, thinking: alas, it's really annoying, and I still have to send a short message in such a two-step way! However, that day, because I went to class the night before, I turned my mobile phone to mute, so naturally I didn't see the annoying message.

4. The Chinese class this day happened to be a composition class. Halfway through the composition, I looked up at other students. When my eyes swept to the small window at the back door, I suddenly froze. I saw my mother blushing and quietly looking through the small window. Her eyes seemed anxious, but they seemed to blame. The emotion hidden in her eyes is so complicated and deep as a pool of water that I can't understand it. This is the only look I haven't understood since I was a child. When I came to my senses, my mother had turned away, leaving only a string of urgent footsteps and a hurried back that gradually disappeared ... Looking at this back, my heart was sour and my eyes felt a little wet. When I got home, my mother greeted me and helped me with my schoolbag. I thought I would be scolded, but I didn't expect to be invited to eat fruit. It seemed that nothing had happened.

5. In the evening, I took out my mobile phone, and my mailbox was full of messages from my mother, all of which read: Have you arrived yet? Thinking about my mother's anxiety when sending text messages, my tears finally poured out and slipped quietly on my face. The short three words are so shocking.

6. Now, every day after I arrive at school, I will send a short message to my mother and attach a big smile.