If I were a bird, I would remember the nest where I was born. If I were a sapling, I would never forget to nourish my land. If I were a river, the snowy plateau would be a brand in my memory. If ... no matter what I am, no matter how I exist, I can forget everything around me and even abandon myself, but one thing is indelible-that is, reward.

Just like crows feed back, we should also repay our parents, society, students and the motherland.

Let us know how to repay our parents who have painstakingly raised us. At this time, my memory brought me back to that evening four years ago.

That day, it rained heavily. After school, students came home with umbrellas. Only I am still standing under the eaves of the classroom, waiting anxiously. I have no umbrella. How can I go home in the face of such heavy rain? Looking at the sky, dark clouds are rolling, and it is inevitable that some people are at a loss. The rainstorm is still pouring down, like a broken bead. "Well, what should I do? I can't go home without an umbrella! " I was in tears. "Will my mother come to pick me up in such a heavy rain?" I thought to myself, "no, it's raining too hard, and there is water everywhere." She won't come! " "Just as I was thinking, a figure appeared in my sight. Under an umbrella, wearing a gray coat and rolling up her pants, she waded through the water with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and her figure became more and more clear. "Really ..." I thought silently, when she walked not far from me, I saw that it was my mother! It's mom! Here she comes, I can go home! I looked at her, excited and surprised. I saw her struggling to come over. When I saw her, my heart was a little sour. Although my mother is holding an umbrella, her clothes are still wet, her trouser legs are also wet, and there are still a few drops of crystal water in her hair. I can't bear to jump into my mother's arms anymore. Tears blurred my eyes. I only heard her say, "Go home, son, I kept you waiting outside for so long ..." "No, mom ..." I said guiltily. I saw that my mother suddenly remembered something, handed me an umbrella from under and dragged me home. ...

With this in mind, I want to say to you: Let's learn to be grateful and know how to repay. Shouldn't we return the love our parents gave us? "Fallen leaves are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to protect flowers." Let's study hard, repay the motherland, society, parents and be a useful person when we grow up!