Speak your mind and write 350 words.

Do you remember that day?

I came home from school that day, and you took the trouble to pick me up as usual. My hands are red with cold every time. I sat in the back seat of the electric car and watched you ride hard. Inadvertently, I found a lot of white hair hidden among black hair. I wonder why dad has so much white hair. When I suddenly remember that I made a mistake, you often say to me, "Look at my angry hair!" " "I feel guilty. When I got home, I offered to pull out your white hair. You are very happy and say that I am sensible. Pulling and pulling, I asked about this white hair again. You said it was because you were old, and you were about to become a white-haired old man like grandpa. I am depressed and sad. I don't want my father to get old. When you talk, you always hold my cold and thin little hand with your warm big hand, which makes me feel even worse. I feel like I'm bleeding from thousands of needles. I really hope that your white hair will be pulled out by me one day and won't grow back. But this is just a naive fantasy. I will continue to pull it out for you, because I am confident that I can pull it out one day. You look at the pile of white hair on the table, sigh and hold it tighter. It seems that he frowned slightly again.

Ah! Dear, dad, I want to tell you the truth. I have a lot to say to you since I pulled out your white hair. If it weren't for my health, my future and my happiness, how could you be heartbroken? You work hard every day, rain or shine, your face is full of vicissitudes, and your hands are extremely rough. Dad, you have worked hard. After many trivial things, your contribution to me was hidden.

I know you love me the most, dad. I want to say thank you. I love you too.

Writing from the Heart (2)

Dear Mom and Dad:

Hello!

The new semester has begun! I will greet it with a new look and tell you something from the heart. Mom, when I grow up, you care for me in every way. After a long period of fatigue, you have wrinkles on your forehead and a few white hairs on your head. I deeply feel your greatness in this matter. Dad, I know you are kind to me, but you look serious and have a bad temper. When I get home, you sometimes scold me. To this end, I hope you can get rid of all this.

Mom and Dad, I am a brave and self-reliant child. I remember you didn't come back in the dead of night. I stayed at home alone, cold and hungry, so I had to bite the bullet and cook by myself. Only praise me when you come back. My heart is full of joy. I really hope to have another chance. Mom and Dad, I love you! I will study hard and repay you with excellent results. However, you have to understand that I have grown up and will try my best to do something that I can. You can rest assured.

I am a big boy now, and I will go to junior high school in another year. Although I am in the sixth grade, I am still immature and naive. However, I will change it.

Mom and dad, I won't let you down. I will get into a good junior high school. Please believe that I am the best!

Composition from the Heart (3)

These words have been in my heart for a long time. Today, I want to open my heart and say what I think.

On Saturday, I played computer until the climax. Suddenly, a chill came and I couldn't help shrinking my neck. "Have you finished your homework?" As soon as my mother came back, she came up to me and asked softly. I got goose bumps all over the floor and said, "I've finished writing ..." "Pipa? Did you play? " Mother adamant4, ask again. "Um ... pipa, I'm going to play. This is not just about relaxing after finishing your homework. " I tried to protect myself. "You, everything is fine, you have no consciousness at all, and you are very comfortable to be stared at by others." Mother immediately withdrew her smiling face and became serious. "Well, mom's lesson is. I will definitely change it next time. " I pretended to be serious and dealt with my mother. As I expected, my mother was cheated and went to the kitchen to cook.

I played around the house and finally nailed my pipa. Take out the pipa. I just want to deal with some chores. Who knows, jumping around, I also feel, even my mother, who often picks this fault and finds that fault, is full of praise for me.

I'm finished. Put down the pipa. Think about it carefully: isn't it love for me that my mother is strict with me at ordinary times? Mom just wants me to be better. What kind of mother doesn't love her children?

However, I still want to say to my mother here: Mom, please don't be too strict with me, I will be conscious in the future. Thank you for listening to me today.