Composition about discovering parents.

I've had stiff neck since I was a child, so since I can't change my neck, I have to change my pillow frequently. The first thing to do when you get up every morning is to rub your neck-it hurts. At this time, the mother's frown will be tight, and her mouth will repeatedly say, "Change the pillow, change the pillow, or else ..."

So, there was the first gift my mother gave me in my memory: a cotton pillow made of flour bags. I planted cotton myself, and my mother chose cotton. Because I heard that children can't sleep well on soft pillows, they can't get rid of all the cottonseed, so my mother tries cottonseed one by one in a cotton bowl with her hands. The cottonseed with sharp ends should never be used to avoid hurting her daughter.

In this way, I picked and picked, picked and sewed, sewed and sewed. After several times in a row, I can finally lie comfortably on it and touch the "ball" in the pillow. In addition to the smell of cotton wool, my breath is full of the smell of my mother.

In midsummer, the pillow with a small straw mat is soft, with a faint scent of licorice, and the sweat penetrates into the cotton soaked in the straw mat, emitting a sour taste. I can't stand it, so I have to push the pillow away and pout my neck to sleep.

Therefore, the first thing I do when I get up in the morning is still rubbing my neck, and my mother is still frowning. I have no choice but to ask someone to send a letter to my father who works in Shanghai all the year round. A few days later, I received a mung bean pillow from my father. Later, I learned that my dad traveled all over Shanghai and spent a whole week's salary on it, so a small one is enough, and I am very satisfied.

This pillow is my favorite and has been used for the longest time. It's not popular, but it's interesting. It doesn't have the elasticity of a cotton pillow, but it has great plasticity. As long as I twist my head, the sunken place in the middle can just fit into my head: the slightest movement of the pen tip will make a rustling sound, just like going fishing with my father at night when I was a child, and lying in my father's arms at night listening to the gurgling sound of running water.

Because I like it very much, I hold it day and night. After a long time, the mung bean pillow can't stand my torture. When I catch it, the mung bean shell will leak out. At this time, my tears also unwillingly flowed out.

The senior high school entrance examination is just around the corner, and advertisements for medicine pillows in renmin street Alley are overwhelming. It is said that the medicated pillow has the effects of strengthening the brain, improving intelligence and clearing the heart and annealing, but it is expensive, costing more than 100 yuan each. My parents didn't know where they got the courage, so they bought it back without telling me. .

Probably the medicinal materials are very precious, but they are smaller than my mung bean pillow and rustle inside. Pillows also exude ignorance of Chinese medicine. This smell not only has the coolness of mint, the fragrance of cinnamon, but also the acridity of dried tangerine peel ... and occasionally you can hear the sound of broken platycodon grandiflorum. It feels like walking in the deciduous forest in autumn. I am holding my father in one hand and my mother in the other, enjoying everything in nature. The ground is full of warm gold and warm love.

Pillows are a world. In this small world, I found the deep love of my parents. Pillows come and go, but changing pillows cannot change the love that permeates them. ...