When I grow up, I have a lot of troubles. One of them is to find that my parents no longer love me. Think about it carefully. When I accidentally drop food on the ground, my mother‘s complaint comes. When I leave school supplies at school, my parents will just calmly say, “wait for criticism, and pay the price for losing everything.” For a time, I thought indignantly, am I the son of my parents? Do my parents really no longer love me?
One morning, everything was quiet. The day was just beginning to dawn, and the night was about to fade away. Suddenly, a sound of iron collision with the ground broke the peace of the morning. I opened my sleepy eyes. The light outside the room was shining softly. I got up curiously and got out of bed. Just about to go outside, my father’s deep voice came into my ears “Keep your voice down. My son is sleeping. He wants to take an exam. He will sleep well.” Hearing this, I can‘t help but be more curious, secretly thinking: mysterious, what are parents doing? While thinking, secretly open the door a seam, will face over, climb in the crack of the door began to “peep.” My father was sitting in front of a big basin with his sleeve in his arm and sweating. The blue veins on his arm wriggled regularly. Looking at the water in the basin in front of him gradually turned red, my father showed a satisfied smile and finally took out a big fish of seven or eight Jin. I had a picture of my eating in my head, and my mouth was dripping. All of a sudden, my father’s words attracted my attention: “son, mother, why is the child estranged from the composition https:/// We? ” Mother thought carefully: “the child is big, has its own thought, may think our method is wrong.” Before the words fell, my mother cried out with pain, but she quickly covered her mouth with her hand and looked at my room with her eyes. It seemed that she was looking at the world‘s most precious treasure, blood flowing along the wound, falling on the chopping board, forming red spots. The pain seems to act in my heart, I rushed out, my mother slightly stunned, and then touched my head with a smile and said: “mom is OK, it’s too early, go to sleep for a while.”
Looking at my mother‘s tired smile, under the reflection of the light, my mother’s white hair has already climbed all over her temples. Her bent back is bent for me. Her tired look is left for me. There is also a pair of cracked hands, which are hard work for my life. I nodded, quickly turned my head, forced back tears, silently went to the bedroom, my heart has already been in a state of turmoil, why, why my parents are so good to me, is it my misunderstanding of my parents, or am I alienating them? My heart is like knocking over the gourmet bottle, and I think of the past scene: “come on, son, open your mouth.” my mother carefully cleaned the fruit that had just fallen on the ground, then peeled it and gave it to me; after the teacher criticized me for being careless, my mother and father carefully enlightened me and told me to learn from my mistakes, and then my mother
I shook my head and said with tears, “I was wrong.” It turns out that parents‘ love has never been far away.
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