Write a 350-word composition from the heart

Mom, this is my heart. Mom, I want to tell you that sometimes, you love to hit me, always watching my brother, always watching me study. Your method is different from mine. You have your ideas, and I have mine. For example, if I am unhappy and ignore you, you will be particularly angry and you will hit me. I think you will hurt my self-esteem by doing so.

I hope my mother can listen to my voice carefully and don't always hurt me with words. My heart is very fragile. A teacher said that good children are praised. Mom, please don't be stingy with your praise, ok? I hope you can be more patient with me, encourage me all the time, don't watch me study, don't be more to my brother, be more to me. I will do everything you ask me to do. Can you rest assured?

The second article

speak one's mind

In fact, each of us has a lot to say. However, I haven't had a chance to tell others that today's opportunity has finally come.

I really want to grow up quickly, because I don't have to do my homework when I grow up.

I think mom and dad are the happiest because they don't have to study or do their homework. But once, I saw my parents sweating when they were working. Only then did I know that mom and dad are not the happiest, but the hardest. At this time, I think since mom and dad are not the happiest, grandma must be the happiest, but one day, I saw an old grandmother being thrown to the ground and unable to get up. It's a pity that no one helped her. Then I realized that no one is happier than the children of our time. Now I finally understand that the happiest thing to get happiness is not money, but happiness comes from labor.

Do I really want to do my homework? No, that was before, but now I'm not afraid to do my homework. I will repay my parents with excellent results, so that their faces will always be filled with bright smiles.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I know I can't repay my parents' love for me. Yes! It is the grass in spring, and dad is the sunshine in spring. How does grass repay spring? I am a weak grass, and my mother is a warm earth, holding me in her arms all the year round. Even in the cold winter, my parents still use their warm hearts to melt the ice and snow on my body.