Write a composition about the love you have experienced in your life (the topic starts from the fifth grade)

My masterpiece (Perfect Sunny Day) mentioned that I want to fly, but my heart is so tired.

I don't know when, young hearts are always eager for independence. How many times, I tried to escape from the shelter of my parents' wings, open up a thorny road alone, and sharpen my wings in the wind and rain.

Perhaps, God discovered my greed and let me enter this full-time high school, and finally I can get rid of my mother's nagging.

The tall teaching building, the carefree canteen, the crowded supermarket and the strange faces all make me novel and excited. However, when everything is familiar, an unbearable loneliness and emptiness occupy my heart. Heavy study makes me feel depressed and dull, and my weak body makes me feel groggy all day. I feel very uncomfortable and want to go home once, but the lofty aspirations of the past made me endure.

Autumn seems to come early, and I feel a chill as soon as I enter autumn. The cold wind of rustling blows aimlessly, making the window sing along with the gap.

I sat in my seat reading a magazine and saw an article about maternal love, which reminded me of my mother. ......

I used to study late at night. At this time, my mother will serve my favorite mung bean soup, look at me kindly and finish the soup bite by bite. Then make my bed and advise me to go to bed early; Sometimes I get angry outside and lose my temper in front of my mother. My mother never cares, but comforts me and makes me feel better. Early times ......

Only then can I realize the beauty of nagging. Those annoying words in the past are so warm in retrospect.

"Bell-"The bell interrupted my thoughts. I quickly came to the telephone booth and dialed my home phone number. Mother's kind voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

"Mom, it's me." I whispered.

"* *, how are you at school? Be careful whether you are in good health or not. It's cold now, pay attention to adding clothes. Are you used to eating? ......"

"Well, everything is fine ..." I said and cried.

Once, I thought I was a person who would not be emotional or shed tears. However, in front of my mother, I shed tears openly.

On weekends, sitting on the bus home, I feel particularly cheerful. I realized that no matter how far I fly, I will never leave my mother's sight like a kite.

Mother is a thread tied to my heart. The longer and farther you pull, the more painful your heart will be.