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Write a 500-word composition on the topic you care about.

Mother's concern

What impressed me most was my mother's concern. Mother's concern, like a rainbow in the sky after rain, is colorful; Mother's concern, like a summer breeze, brings you coolness; Mother's concern, like a dense ivy vine crawling all over the wall, is constantly cutting and confusing ... Yes, it is with this concern that many touching histories in life are deduced, and it is with this concern that countless touching stories emerge in life.

When I was a child, I was as thin as a vine, and my skin was better than burnt wax. Neighbors often make fun of me and say that I can feed it to ants in a few days. My mother worries about my health all the time. She took me and wandered around the hospital door again and again. Although everything is normal after each inspection and no problems have ever been found, my mother is still uneasy. ...

Years of wind and frost have made my mother's tall figure thinner and thinner, and my mother's confident face is getting older and older ... Before I know it, I am 13 years old, my body is getting stronger every day, and my mother's face is beginning to be filled with smiles.

It can be said that in the 13 spring and autumn I have traveled, there is not a day and night that I have not spent without my mother's concern. I remember a summer camp organized by my school. My mother wouldn't let me go at first. At my insistence, my mother had no choice but to agree. Because this is my first time traveling alone, my mother is naturally not at ease. Before leaving, she urged me, "Be careful when going out to play, stay close to the teacher, don't be picky when eating, and cover up when sleeping ..." A series of nagging and wordiness began to make me impatient, and I even felt a little annoyed. It had long been agreed that she would not see me off at the station, but at the moment when the bus started slowly, I clearly saw a vague and familiar figure in a corner of the station, with a pair of concerned eyes staring at me. Suddenly, my eyes were covered with tears. I looked at my mother and didn't move until her figure disappeared in front of my eyes. In the days of traveling, I felt a little more inexplicable emptiness in my heart. I only felt that my mother's care was so rare. She became my only sustenance, and it also became my son's yearning and care for my mother ... Mother in the moonlight, are you okay?

I gradually understand that the mother wants to pick up the stars and hold the moon for her son with rough hands, but she can't; A mother wants to bring joy and warmth to her son with her hardworking hands, but it is possible; Isn't mother doing what she can for her son silently with warm hands?

Rain, falling quietly; The night is dark and long. I walked in the cold street and let the cold rain hit me. The students shared the joy of finishing the exam with laughter, and my heart had already become as cold and lifeless as this cold rain. I failed the exam once, and I did badly. How can I tell my parents when I get home? In a trance, I went downstairs and there was a man standing at the stairs. The dim light reflected the familiar face and kind smile. "Look at you, your clothes are all wet. What if you catch a cold? Such a big child can't take care of himself! " Mother lovingly took the bag in my hand. Help me go upstairs. "By the way, how did you do in this exam?" "I ... I ... I'm sorry for you ..." My voice choked. My mother paused, pulled me to sit down, and then picked up the paper to help me analyze the reasons for the mistake. It turned out that it was all caused by carelessness. Mother sighed and said, "Son, you must get rid of your carelessness and learn this lesson!" " "My mother's eyes are the opposite, and I can feel more expectation and encouragement from her eyes. Looking at the staff carved on my mother's forehead by ruthless years, I cried. Looking at my mother's vicissitudes of life, I really cried, but my tears became sweet because of my mother's concern ...

Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family ties will last forever. Every morning and evening, I go to Qiu Lai in spring, and every progress I make is the result of my mother's painstaking efforts. I don't know how much she cares Mother's concern, like a summer shower, deeply moistens my dry heart; It is the lightning of the mind and the sublimation of the spirit; Mother's concern is the ladder of my growth, guiding me to take every step of my life in a down-to-earth manner and helping me through every difficulty of my life!

Worried about my dad

When the teacher taught to sing "Only Mom is Good in the World", other students were singing emotionally, but I was there with tears in my eyes and couldn't open my mouth; When the teacher assigned to write a composition entitled "My Mom", I handed in a composition entitled "My Dad" and gave it to the teacher alone with tears.

Many years ago, mom and dad divorced. At that time, my 5-year-old sister, 3-year-old sister and/kloc-0-year-old brother had been having a hard time with my father. Although my brothers and sisters live in single-parent families, our love is no less than that of other children. When I was a child, no matter how tired my father was, he would cook for us, accompany us to do our homework, and then put us to sleep with a smile. Dad hasn't bought new clothes for years. Clothes are always patched, and you can wear beautiful new clothes every Spring Festival. I learned to play the harmonica in music class. When I got home, I excitedly said to my father, "Dad, I can play the harmonica. I want to excuse the piano to the teacher, who said it was public and could not be borrowed. " Although I was only 10 years old at that time, I understood my father very well and didn't let him buy me a harmonica. However, a few days later, I had a harmonica. It turned out that my father sold all the beans in the garden and bought them for me.

Dad always smiles and never loses his temper with us, let alone hits us. In this way, the younger brothers and sisters grew up healthily under the care of their father.

Now, I go to college in other places, my sister goes to high school in my hometown, my brother is a soldier in other places, leaving my father alone at home. Dad at home has become our only concern.

Dad, you are great. When I face you, I can't say such things, I can only express them in words.

worry

There is thunder and lightning outside the window. It's going to rain. I sat quietly in the classroom doing my homework, but I couldn't calm down. My father is still on his way home. I wonder if he brought a raincoat this morning. Mom is alone at home. Is she afraid? I also know that in such a stormy night, they are also worried about me, whether the quilt is ready at night or not, and whether they will catch cold. These concerns have always existed between my parents and me. Why didn't I realize them?

Think of the days before preparing for the third grade exam. Every day, I am confused by exercises, and five or six teachers turn around and attack me. When I got home, I was exhausted. My parents cooked dinner and put it on the table until I came back. They always wait, they don't eat when they are hungry, and they get hot when they are cold, but sometimes I'm not so angry when I go back, and I don't remember my parents working all day until I get home to cook dinner. But they always indulge me, knowing that I am tired, and seldom talk about study at the dinner table. This is a tacit understanding, and we didn't say anything.

Now I want to spend the hard days before the exam with my parents. They also have different pressures and tiredness, but they take good care of my heart which is about to stand the test of life.

I called my parents the other day and told them that I wasn't feeling well, so my mother took three buses after work and came to see me for more than an hour. Although the meeting with me was only a few minutes, my mother said she was relieved. Maybe that's the case. Although parents' love always exists in the breakfast carefully prepared in the morning, jumps in the quilt covered at night, permeates every exhortation and every exhortation, until it is far away from us, we will find it and cherish it, but when it is surrounded by air, we can't feel it and we can't live without it.

Caring is a kind of love stretched by distance, and cherishing is a kind of love that can shorten the distance. Let's put that care in our hearts and cherish what we have, then distance will no longer be an obstacle to love.

Thought of here, I finally stood up, broke the peace of the classroom, rushed downstairs, regardless of lightning and thunder, curled up alone in the corner of the telephone booth and dialed the number of my home. ...