How to write a composition about hometown coffee

Coffee always gives people a bitter impression, but after adding milk and sugar cubes, it has another taste, sweet and rich.

Coffee is like countless sweat in life, sweet and delicious milk, which is a little sweet after tasting.

When I was a child, when I was in a large kindergarten class. Because of my courage, I always go to school alone and go home alone.

Once, it rained after school. I think: it doesn't rain much, maybe it will stop soon. But after a long time, the rain didn't stop. My mother is on a business trip and only my father is at home, so I expect my father to pick me up. I was extremely anxious to see my classmates pick up one by one. It rained harder and harder, and it gradually snowed. I thought: Dad, Dad, who do you love most? What did you say?/Sorry? I am your baby. Where have you been now? Is work more important than me? I'm starting to hate my dad, but ...

Tears welled up in my eyes again and again, and I endured them again and again. Finally, I couldn't bear it any longer, and tears welled up in my eyes. It was tears of anger, sadness and anxiety, and I embarked on my way home.

In a blink of an eye, small snow particles turned into snowflakes. Along the way, I don't know how many times I complained about my father. However, it is always snowflakes that greet me, and I am completely desperate.

Seeing the snow getting heavier, I can't see my father. I conclude that you are not friendly to me. Don't blame me for being unkind to you. Wait and see, I'll never talk to you again.

My body is shivering with cold, and my heart is constantly shaking. The pedestrians in the street seem to be staring at me, and those eyes are so staring that I can't wait to find a crack in the ground. Those snowflakes seem to be people's charity to me and scolding my parents. Looking at the people in the street, I always feel that the person standing not far away is my father, but looking at nitrile, it is a mirage.

It used to take only five minutes to walk, but now it seems that it will never be finished. I finally got home, and the snow accumulated a thick layer. Looking at my father standing in the snow, I rushed to my father and found the warmth of home again.

Dad hugged me and said, "Look, you walked out of those footprints step by step. There is still a long way to go, and we need to walk out step by step. Do children understand? "

Dad taught me the truth of being a man with real life, but he was accused of committing a crime. Today, I want to "clear my name" (correct my crime) for my father.

Life is like drinking coffee, bitter first, then sweet. Take a sip and savor it carefully. There is always a little sweetness pouring into your heart. It turned out that my father wanted me to taste coffee and learn the truth of life!

Grade 5, Chengguan Primary School, neixiang county City, Henan Province: Yang Jinjin