However, on a cold night, just when I lost my car keys, I wandered helplessly at the school gate. It was my father who braved the cold wind and sent me the spare car keys. I don't know why, for a moment, all gratitude welled up in my heart. Without a thousand words, I suddenly understood the deep care and love in my father's eyes-just like an old man cherishing flowers and plants himself. In fact, my parents have cared about me and loved me for countless days and nights, but why, why didn't I understand this deep parent-child love before? So that night, the cold wind made me cry.
My parents gave me a lot of love, but I repaid them with a cold lock. The seemingly cute little golden lock on the desk seems to have turned into a thick and heartless wall at the moment.
I finally got up the courage, opened the lock and threw it away in Java. ...
In fact, there should be no locks between people, between hearts, between parents and children. On this sunny day, I made a "generous speech" and said to my peers: "We used to yearn for and pursue sunshine, but we ignored the brightest sunshine around us-the love given by our parents. The sun also has sunspots, and each of us makes mistakes in life. There is no eternal generation gap in the world. As long as you fill it, fill it with your heart and fill it with love, then one day the generation gap will become a path full of flowers. "
When I got on the bus, my mother gave me a gentle look: "Slow down on the road, be careful ... Be obedient at school ... and be sure to come back early at night ..." Listening to this sentence, I smiled. I opened the heart lock to accept the countless warmth of the sun, because at this time I saw that the dark clouds had disappeared without a trace.