Composition for the third grade of primary school: a short message is warm and heartfelt.

A short message warms the whole heart.

"Pa", my father suddenly turned off the cheerful TV I was watching.

"Do you know what day the day after tomorrow is?"

I don't know.

"Your grandfather hurts you for nothing."

In just three sentences, dad has cried.

The day after tomorrow? My grandfather? Is the day after tomorrow my grandfather's birthday? I secretly looked at my father, who was wiping his tears like a child.

"The day after tomorrow, your grandfather's birthday, your mother and I ordered a cake, and your aunt and they will all come."

"Come on, come on."

"Do you know why I am crying?"

I don't know.

"Your grandfather's birthday, but your grandmother-"He couldn't go on. After crying for a while, he added, "Your grandmother loves you so much, and your heart is too cruel-you disappoint me so much."

Dad, you don't know, I cried all night!

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Parents' meeting, students are afraid, and the most hateful thing is that it will be held in batches. No, I'm honored to be the first.

The teacher borrowed physical education class to open a classroom, and less than ten parents came. I walked out of the classroom door and saw my father.

"Dad!" I called softly.

"It's glorious. The first batch is about to open. You study very well." I bowed my head and said nothing. The classmates next to me are urging me. I said goodbye to my father and went to class.

Back in class, the teacher let us in before the parent-teacher meeting was over. I saw my dad at first sight, so tall and conspicuous. The mood at that time was uneasy. Dad saw me and said, "well, I failed math and got 68 points in English." This is good, right? "

The nearby parents quickly said, "Forget it, give the child a face and go home."

The teacher called me over and said something about studying hard, which my father kept in mind.

Maybe my father relaxed me too much, but I was ungrateful.

Maybe my father quarrels with my mother every day to prevent me from going to cram school, but I am not eager to study.

Maybe dad never hits me, but I don't respect him.

I clearly saw the tears in my eyes when my father left.

Dad, I'm sorry.

When I got home at night, I didn't remember my homework. I turned on my mother's mobile phone to check my homework. There are two unread messages, one is homework and the other is from my father:

Buy her something delicious.

My heart is warm because of this message.