Autumn confession composition 600 words

The bleak autumn wind blows off a leaf, which floats in a most beautiful arc in the air and then falls. This is autumn. My mother-in-law once sent me fruit. Her favorite season is autumn, and her love for me is as deep as autumn.

Since I came to this world, my mother-in-law has shouldered the "heavy responsibility" of taking care of me. At that time, she was over half a year old and her face was getting more and more vicissitudes, but I thought her mother-in-law was the most beautiful person. I am like a hungry child, greedily sucking the endless love of my mother-in-law.

In the autumn when I was five years old, I got a serious illness. I vomited at home and had a fever all over. Because mom and dad have been working outside, there is only one mother-in-law at home. My mother-in-law didn't bother my parents, so she went to the hospital behind my back. I was lying on my mother-in-law's rickety back, and her mother-in-law kept carrying me. I seem to feel her shortness of breath. Several times, she seemed to want to stop for a while, but she just paused and walked on. My mother-in-law's skinny body is as high as a mountain peak, warming my young heart.

My mother-in-law is old and I am growing up. I used to take my hand to Zhongshan Park every autumn, but one autumn, I helped my mother-in-law to the park. We sat on a stone bench and the ground was covered with fallen leaves. There are still a few floating in the air, and one falls on my shoulder. My mother-in-law brushed the leaf gently and said to me, "My mother-in-law has a low education, and I have only learned this sentence in my life,' The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but the relatives are not there'. You should be obedient and don't convict your parents. They all love you, you know ... "I nodded, puzzled. After coming back from Zhongshan Park that time, my mother-in-law's health became worse and worse, but she insisted on not treating the disease and returning to her hometown. She said, "That's where I belong."

Mother-in-law died in autumn, and she finally returned to the hometown she missed. It was already late autumn when we went to the funeral. The wind in my hometown was mixed with some dust, and my tears could not help flowing out. My mother told me that her mother-in-law's life is full of ups and downs. I didn't see my mother-in-law for the last time, and I don't know if she left peacefully. Fallen leaves are flying in the air like yellow butterflies, the wind is still waiting, and the branches are swinging wildly, as if struggling feebly. Ear as if there is a voice singing hysterically, singing this autumn requiem in a low voice:

"The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop. The son has to raise, and the relatives are not there. "