Narrative essay about parental affection

Whenever I stand at the door of my home, I feel extremely gentle. Whenever I recall the hard work of my parents, I feel extremely moved. They have sacrificed a lot for me, and I, too. From understanding to being grateful.

When I was a child, I grew up happily under the protection of my parents. Whatever I wanted to buy, they tried their best to satisfy me. Therefore, when I was a child, I was very proud and I was very happy to catch up with the trend. Therefore, I became very arrogant. Standing at the door of my home, I wanted to be the "head" of the family. I said one thing, but my parents couldn't say two things. So, I gradually became rebellious. My parents had no choice but to send me to another town to study. At first, I went to another town to study with a playful attitude, but when I got there, no one would take care of me. Gradually, I felt the difficulty of not having my parents around, and I began to discover the goodness of my parents. . So, I made up my mind: return to my parents as soon as possible and study hard. Since then, I have changed a lot and slowly learned about the hardships of my parents. After a year like this, I was finally transferred back by my parents. This time, standing at the door of my home, I felt an indescribable happiness, a sense of familiarity and belonging. Over the past year, I have learned a lot, learned to be grateful, learned to be friendly, and my academic performance has also improved.

Time will pass almost two years, and I will go to junior high school. I have a dream, which is to repay my parents by getting excellent results in the high school entrance examination and repay their kindness in raising me. Whenever a week passes, , I can go home and have a heart-to-heart talk with my parents about my studies. Whenever I stand at the door of my home, I feel an indescribable warmth and an indescribable love surrounding my young heart. Time soon came to the third grade of junior high school, and everyone was struggling and working hard for the high school entrance examination. I am no exception. I get up early and stay up late every day to study. However, just three weeks before the high school entrance examination, I couldn't sleep. I felt huge pressure because of the dream I had set in the first grade of junior high school. Can I pass the exam? Can I? During these depressing days, my parents comforted me, supported me every day, cared about me all the time, and gave me tremendous strength to overcome difficulties! Eventually, I got through it. Sprint to the high school entrance examination as quickly as possible! However, contrary to expectations, I failed in the high school entrance examination. When I walked to the door of my home with my high school entrance examination results, I stopped and looked at the door. I felt an indescribable pain. I felt sorry for this family. Finally, I encouraged myself, stepped into the house, and handed the grade slip to my parents. My parents didn't say anything. They patted me on the shoulder and said, "Let's choose a school!" At that time, I cried, crying so sadly! I am grateful for this home.

Today, I have been in high school for more than 6 months. I also hold a dream: to get excellent results in the college entrance examination to repay this family, for myself, for this family, and for the society. I must study hard. I believe that if people work hard, God will live up to it, and even if they break the cauldron and sink the boat, the 800-mile Qinchuan River will eventually belong to Chu!

Standing at the door of this home, I stopped and said in my heart: "My parents and home are the guardians of my life. I will always love this home!"

< p>, like a safe haven, where there are delicious meals cooked by mom and careful teachings by dad. At home, you can do everything you want to do and enjoy it. When I was a child, I always looked forward to going out to play with my friends, but when I got tired from playing, I still had to go back home to rest. Now, when I go to school during the day, whenever I come home from school, the first thing I say as soon as I enter the house is, "Mom, I'm home." It feels so good; in the hot summer, as soon as I get home, I suddenly feel It feels so cool. Every time I get home, I can lie down on the soft sofa and relax my muscles. This feeling is so comfortable.

When I was bullied outside, I felt much happier only when I came home and expressed my resentment and unhappiness. When I failed in the exam, although there was always nagging when I got home, my parents' guidance always allowed me to correct the questions. At this time, I naturally felt a little warm in my heart. When I encountered setbacks and shed tears, my mother's comfort enabled me to face the setbacks correctly, and my father's humor and humor always encouraged me, making me more confident to overcome setbacks, not be afraid of failure, and win. So, I have to say: "It feels so good to be home!"

I can be relaxed, free and unrestrained at home. Unlike outside, I often feel very uncomfortable.

I remember one time, my mother went to Xiamen for something, and my father had to go to the company for a meeting. I was the only one left at home, so I had to go to my cousin's house for dinner. I had nothing to do at my aunt's house, and I always felt very uncomfortable. Feeling comfortable, I picked up a book and read it with gusto. After a while, my aunt had prepared a table of delicious food. I was really a little greedy after seeing it. But after all, I was at my aunt's house, so I had to sit quietly. If I were at home, I could not wait to have a big meal. . When we started eating, my aunt seemed to see what I was thinking and kept helping me pick up the food. I felt even more uncomfortable. If I were at home, I wouldn't have to be so shy. In the evening, when I returned home, I suddenly felt much more relaxed and at ease.

I remember that during the summer vacation in third grade, the school organized us to go to the "Youth Military Academy". It was the first time I left home and lived independently outside. At first, I felt very excited. But I have never been away from my parents, and I started to miss home after only two days there. After getting up in the morning, without my mother's voice and instructions, I always felt empty in my heart, as if I had lost something. Coupled with the hard training during the day, I was so tired that I was sweating profusely. At night, due to " Although the bed in the "Junior Military Academy" was not as comfortable as at home, I was lying on the bed, tossing and turning at first, and couldn't fall asleep, which made me want to go back home and have a good sleep. Five days of life finally passed. After returning home, I lay on the bed and had a good sleep, finally getting rid of the fatigue.

It still feels good to be home!

Motherly Love in Lace Dumplings

When I was a child, making dumplings was a big deal in my family. At that time, the family was living in poverty, so of course we had to wait until the New Year to eat dumplings. On a normal day, making dumplings for the first time naturally becomes a festival for the whole family. At this time, my mother was majestic and most proud. She kneaded the dough with one hand and mixed the filling with the other. The filling was fragrant and soft, and the dough was soft and hard. In the end, both hands were clean, not a speck of flour was stained. Then my mother directed my father, brother and me to watch the fire, roll out the dough, and deliver the skin, which was quite like ordering troops on the battlefield.

Generally, my mother always makes dumplings with two kinds of fillings, one meat and one vegetarian. At this time, dumplings with different fillings were placed on two ends of the round curtain, like two armies playing chess, separated by the Chu River and Han Dynasty. My brother and I often make trouble and mix up the dumplings, but my mother is not angry. She pokes my brother and me in the head with her finger and says, "Come on, Mom will teach you how to make lace dumplings!" My brother and I looked curiously, and our mother was about to make the dumplings. I gently pinched the edges of the dumplings with my hands to create a ring of spike-shaped lace, which was really beautiful, like a little girl wearing a wreath on her head. Little did we know that our mother played a little trick. She put lace on the meat-filled dumplings, so that my brother and I swallowed them in surprise and fun. My father and I ate the vegetarian dumplings.

In those difficult years, my mother’s lace dumplings gave us unforgettable memories. However, these memories only begin to become clear when I become a father, as if they have been sleeping and we must pay the price of experience to wake them up.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family’s financial situation improved, and dumplings were no longer a sacrament. Thinking of those bitter and ignorant days, and of my mother struggling to survive alone since my father's death, I thought that at least I couldn't let my mother suffer any more. I once took my mother to a restaurant outside to open a meat dish, but she shook her head repeatedly: "Mom is old, her legs and feet are weak, and she is too lazy to go downstairs!" I once bought fresh fish or seasonal vegetables at the vegetable market, and went home to eat on my own. Yes, my mother doesn’t like to eat it that much. She just tasted it for a few bites and then put down her chopsticks. I laughed at my mother: "You, you are really not blessed!"

Later, I understood that although there are many kinds of food in the world and people's appetites are constantly changing, my mother always only loves to eat dumplings. That is the best recipe that her family has been making for decades. The only way I know is to make dumplings often. Whenever I buy meat fillings, my mother sees that she is about to make dumplings. She immediately puts on an apron and kneads the noodles first, then makes the fillings. She will never let others interfere. Her spirit is back to when we were children.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year that year, the whole family made dumplings again. I want to give my mother an unexpected surprise, because this day is her birthday.

I made a dumpling with sugar filling, put it into the circle of dumplings on the curtain, and then said to my mother: "If you eat this dumpling with sugar filling today, you will be in good luck!"< /p>

My mother shook her head and said with a smile: "How could I be so lucky to eat such a large number of dumplings?" As she said that, she put the dumplings into the pot herself. The dumplings are like little whitebaits flipping up and down in the rolling water, full of life and fun. Looking at my mother's dim eyes, I saw that she wanted to eat that sugar dumpling!

The hot dumplings were put on the plate and served to the table. I put three dumplings on my mother's plate first. Mom bit into the sugar filling of the second dumpling and exclaimed in surprise: "Yo! I really got it!" I said, "How about saying you are lucky?" Mom's eyes narrowed with laughter. A seam.

Actually, my mother’s eyes were too dim. She didn't know that I played a little trick and made a marked lace dumpling with sugar filling. It was the lace dumpling that her old man taught me to make. Lace dumplings are filled with deep maternal love. Now, I would like to use lace dumplings to make my elderly mother happy.

Remember a blue umbrella

My sight has been bound by a blue umbrella for so long...

That blue color is as clear as the sky.

On those rainy days when I was a child, my mother always came to school to pick me up under a blue umbrella. The top of my head was blue, my shoulders were also shrouded in blue, and everything I could see was covered in blue. It is a blue sky without rain.

One rainy day later, I looked up to talk to my mother, but found that the half of the sky where my mother was was a gloomy gray. The wind mixed with raindrops, falling into my mother's gray sky, and my mother's shoulders were wet. The hair on my forehead was wet, but I was still in a blue sky without rain.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I reminded, "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mom replied softly, and my eyes fell on the tilted umbrella handle, "It's true, the umbrella is not crooked." "It's crooked." Mom said stubbornly, "No, really not..." Later, when I grew up, I no longer asked my mother to pick me up on rainy days. The blue umbrella was in the cabinet. It fades year by year, and I once thought I had forgotten about it.

Perhaps it is a coincidence, it is another rainy day, and there is that blue umbrella again. Under the umbrella are my mother and me. I am almost as tall as my mother, holding the umbrella.

My eyes fell on the umbrella handle unconsciously, and that scene was mixed with the scene from my childhood, when my mother was enveloped in a blue sky without rain. And my shoulders were wet and my hair was wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me, "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," my mother repeated. "Mom, it's true that it's not crooked, no." There was a long silence under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I saw crystal water droplets streaking across my mother's cheek.

The faded umbrella has returned to its previous blue color as clear as the sky.

I finally understand that for so long, my mother has held up a rainless sky for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy sky. Even if Meng Jiao said that no one can say anything, Reward three spring rays.

So my sight was tied to that blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night late at night. I am the one who shuttles to the tutoring place every weekend...

All this is because of the tilted blue umbrella.

That blue color is as bright as the sky, making me dare not take my eyes away, and I will never dare to look away.

I don’t know if it’s good or not.