I am not a good daughter (composition for middle school students)

my bike is broken! The house leaks even when it rains! It was already a challenge to fight alone on the road in sight. And now I have to walk in the dark and enjoy the silence of the night!

The night was quiet and everything went home. It's dark at night. Maybe the moon has reunited with the sun. Occasionally, a car whizzed past, and my three souls were scared out of seven souls.

If the Tang Priest experienced eighty-one difficulties in getting scriptures, then I went home after eighty-two robberies! I complained to my mother and offered to use my brother's car, but my mother's sentence "What about your brother" caught me off guard!

out of the window, a strong wind suddenly blew, with willfulness and stubbornness, impacting all obstacles. A few leaves of the book also left the tree in cries and kissed the earth with attachment. With the wind, there is an overwhelming chill.

Maybe my mother realized the coldness in her words and moved her lips to say something, but I only left her behind. Quietly, I sat in the bedroom, tears of injustice unwillingly overflowing; Outside, my mother sat quietly, too. At the moment, sorrow is a door that separates the hearts of mother and daughter.

There are two plastic statues in the dark: one is full of tears, the other is full of sadness until late at night ...

The next morning, when I opened my eyes and bathed in a ray of sunshine, my world was still swallowed up by darkness. My mother has made amends by waiting in the middle of the night, but I have never melted the ice and snow with a "mother".

outside the window, the wind is still blowing violently. All the leaves hung their heads, as if apologizing like a gust of wind. And the wind still goes its own way ...

Mom is waiting for what she wants to say.

I didn't have breakfast, so I left and went downstairs.

"You can ride your brother's car!" Mom's words came from upstairs.

outside the building, the wind seems to have slowed down. It no longer rampages, but refuses to touch the sad leaves of the tree.

since you are young, don't worry about being frivolous. How can you know you have wings if you don't fly? Finally, I ran on my way to school. Suddenly came a familiar voice, "You ride …" I was stunned: it turned out that my mother had been watching me upstairs! I feel a crystal clear liquid flowing from my eyes and spreading … but I still don't look back, leaving only my mother's desperate eyes.

The song keeps spreading over time: "Look at my tears, and you don't look back. After crying, your heart turns to dust. You don't want to give me the beauty I want. How can I face my broken heart? "

When I came to school panting, I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on my face. I suddenly feel very happy.

at night, although I walked alone in the dark again, I was no longer afraid. On the way, I met my father who came to pick me up. He said, "Your mother cried today ..."

My eyes were hazy with tears. In the dim light, I saw my mother's haggard face and helpless eyes ...

At this moment, the wind finally stopped and it was replaced by rain. The wind stopped there silently accepting the baptism of rain and bearing the shock of the soul!

I am not a good daughter. I torture my mother by torturing myself. I hurt her heart by hurting myself.

Suddenly I remembered a poem:

Little Nutbrown hare said to Big Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I love radish."

Big Nutbrown hare said to Little Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I love radish."

Little Nutbrown hare said to Big Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I have for so many days when I moved."

Big Nutbrown hare said to Little Nutbrown hare, "I love you more than, say, the hundred days you grew up."

It turns out that love always doubles with parents, and so does pain.

When the wind started, it wrinkled a pool of spring water, hurting my mother's heart and waking mine ...