About 600 words about the hard work of parents.

Ding, Ding "the harsh alarm clock broke my dream. I opened my eyes in a daze. When I saw it was only half past six, I couldn't help wondering: Why did you wake me up so early? Don't go to school again. Are mom and dad crazy? It turned out that my dad and I agreed to go to work at his place today, so I got up quickly. In order not to affect my father's work, my speed is twice as fast as usual!

I rubbed my eyes and found that my father had got up and was making breakfast for me now. Let me tell you something about my father's occupation while I am free! My father is a very responsible person. He is not careless in his work. Dad, he works for an insurance company. He goes to find clients every day. He runs all day and sometimes comes home late. His skin is very white, but now his arm is tanned. You see, I have finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, and my father is getting well soon. He picked up the bread, put on the fresh-keeping bag and said to me, "let's take it to the road for breakfast!" Otherwise, time will be too late. " I can't help thinking in my heart: does dad do this every day? I don't even have time to eat breakfast. When I get up every day, my father is already in a meeting. In this way, at about 6: 55, my father and I set off with heavy schoolbags on our backs. Dad's unit is close to huanghe road, Xinzha Road. When we get there, we must take the bus first and then transfer to the subway. I think everyone knows that our departure time is just in the morning rush hour. We arrived at the bus stop in 3 or 5 minutes' walk, and there were countless people waiting for the bus, most of whom were rushing to work. In this season, even if there is no burning sun, it will make people feel bored and upset. Waiting for the bus for 8 minutes made me feel that it had taken a long hour. The bus finally arrived, and many passengers got on one after another. I saw that all the seats on the bus were full, so my father and I had to stand and pull an armrest. At first, only a few people stood in the car, which was empty. In a blink of an eye, there are more and more people. Even if the air conditioner is on in the car, I feel sweaty on my back. Sometimes, when someone wants to get off the bus, they have to squeeze their way through the crowd. In the end, all the passengers on the bus stand back to back. Most passengers will get off at the station where we get off. When I got off the bus, I felt much more relaxed. However, more difficult "tasks" followed. Subway-the most crowded means of transportation in the morning rush hour. I saw the train we were going to take. Oh, I can't help thinking: how can we accept it? Just look at the people in the original subway. There are countless people in the waiting area. There are many people in every car. Is it really necessary to squeeze in? I raised my doubts, and my father smiled and said humorously, "If you want to make a big cake, take it!" " Let's take a stop and then go back, so as to at least ensure that it won't be crowded. "So, after listening to this, I followed my father on the opposite subway. I thought it would be better, but when I took it back, the people in the carriage were still pushing and shoving, but at least it was better than the bus in front. At the next station, the station where we started, some people couldn't even squeeze into the subway. The red light "beep, beep, beep" flashes, and the underground iron gate is about to close. Suddenly, a burly man carrying a briefcase ran to the subway entrance and squeezed in with all his strength. The carriage is more crowded, I can't reach it, and I feel out of breath. At that time, I couldn't move at all, just like my father said, it was like "being crushed into a pie." I can't help thinking: does dad squeeze the subway like this every day? Finally, at the next stop, my father took me out of the crowd. That was the first time I took the subway during the morning rush hour. Before I went to school, I didn't have to suffer such a big "sin" at all, and I didn't know how hard my parents worked. Now, I have experienced and experienced it myself before I know what is really crowded and hard. When I arrived at the company, my father didn't accompany me for a few minutes. He said he was going to a meeting, and then he said he was going to manage a client and leave me alone in the office. Time passed by, and I didn't finally go home until after 7 o'clock.

On this day, I set foot on my parents' way to work for the first time. For the first time, I deeply realized the hardships of my parents when they went to work, which was beyond our imagination: the subway bus was crowded and the business was busy. Every day when they come home, I believe what they want most is what we look like when we study hard, which is their greatest comfort after a day's work. Parents are so tired for us, so naturally we should learn to be grateful, as long as we serve our parents food and do some small things every day. Here I want to say to my parents again: "Mom and Dad, you have worked hard!" " "I don't know if it will be adopted! O(∩_∩)O haha ~