Go back to my parents' house.

Today, I went back to my mother's house to visit my parents. Looking at the green trees and crops on the road, my heart also opened.

The cabbage grown in my father's yard is green. I think my father, who has worked all his life, has deeply engraved in his heart when to plant what.

? We sat in the courtyard at the entrance of South Street to enjoy the cool. It's been a month in beginning of autumn, and the weather is still very hot. We had a heart-to-heart talk.

? Father stood up, poured the dried egg skin in the basin on the ground, crushed it with his foot, then cleaned it with a dustpan and poured it into the canal. I asked: "When watering the land, it will flow into the field, in order to moisten the land!" " "The father said," Yes. " I said, "I throw egg shells into the ground casually every day. "Because my family also has eight 60 cm floor tiles.

? Father said: "It's easy to smash when it's dry." It's not messy to flow underground.

? I am deeply inspired by this. My 80-year-old father is methodical in everything, and I have lost his rigor. My father is always my role model.