Who wants you to be angry with your mother? In fact, you are angry with your stomach.
"Little girl, eat when you are hungry?" The proprietress has a pleasant face. I was very moved and went straight to my seat: "But I only have one dollar. I can't afford more. " "It doesn't matter. Let's eat. "
I asked for a bowl of noodles and stopped talking. "Noodles are coming. Eat. " But put it on the table with the noodle bowl and my favorite baked potato. "I just ordered noodles." "I sent you potatoes. I know that children love to eat. " There is a mother's heart under understatement.
I looked up, it was a weather-beaten face. For the sake of the children, she was exposed to the sun and the wind. My tears came down. Her eyes look like my mother. This only applies to loving mothers. My mother endured hardships for us. Can I have such a happy life without a home? But I'm going out to do something small ...
I put a dollar on the table. "Thank you for the potatoes! I'm going home! "
Wednesday, August 1 1 Weather: sunny.
The table is full of my favorite food. Mother fell asleep on the sofa. She must have been waiting for me to eat for a long time. ...
"Alas ..." A heavy sigh tugged at my heart. Mom, are you dreaming of looking for me everywhere?
A figure rushed in front of me and suddenly caught me. I covered my hot cheeks and stepped back again and again.
"How can you hit the child like this!" Mother punched my father who just hit me. "Is your former things! What will happen! " Not to be outdone, my father pushed my mother away.
I rushed to hug my mother and looked at these two angry relatives. I know I won't be wrong again. "Dad, mom, stop arguing. Because I'm too headstrong. Because I don't know if I'm lucky. Because I don't know how to cherish it. " I hold my father's hand and my mother's hand and put our hands together. "I must repay you with practical actions." But you must stop arguing, let alone hitting people. "
"Put the books in the bookcase ..."
"Clothes folded in the closet ..."
"Wipe the tables and chairs ..."
"oh! Finally finished. Can make this young lady tired ... "
Yes, when I was this big, I was too lazy to do anything. I never told my parents to do everything, so I formed the bad habit of doting on myself. I am not only ungrateful, but also full of complaints about the slowness of what my mother does. In fact, it is not our parents who spoil us, but we spoil ourselves. In the final analysis, we just don't have a grateful heart.
Postscript: Let's start with the person you love and create a beautiful new life with a grateful heart!
[Comment]: The theme of the composition comes from life and is higher than life. The article closely follows "gratitude", uses the diary genre, and selects the ordinary little things in life-the growth experience of feeling, change and gratitude, which reflects the author's understanding and thinking about life. At the end of the article, you can use famous sayings or a set of sentence patterns to make the theme more meaningful. Language is plain, so we should accumulate it on weekdays to make it vivid and literary. (Instructor: Ada)
Grandma's habit/time
Qiang lost his mother when he was a child, and his grandmother brought him up. Dad is just an ordinary clerk and didn't find a stepmother for Qiang.
Grandma is over seventy, but she is very strong. Grandma is in charge of all the work at home.
Jia Qiang's kitchen is very simple, with a small stove, a cupboard and a square table always facing the window. When eating, grandma is always the last to serve, and always sits under a dark table. Dad is always the last to come in, the first to fill the meal, and always sits on the top where he can get the sun. Meat dishes are always on the top, while side dishes and some brewed cold dishes are always on the bottom. These have become habits, and when forced to ask grandma, grandma always answers. Habits can always be changed.
School is finally over, and I have to step up my pace when I think that my father is not at home today. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I caught a glimpse of the food and chopsticks on the table, but only two pairs of chopsticks were placed. "Grandma, is dad really not coming back today?" Qiang asked, moving the bottom bowl chopsticks to the top, turning around and helping grandma to her seat. Seeing grandma in a daze, Qiang smiled and said, "Grandma, it's dark and bright." "You child, grandma is used to it." Grandma has long been used to listening to her grandson. "Eat vegetables, eat vegetables." Grandma put a lot of dishes in the strong bowl today, much more than before. Grandma doesn't seem to eat much, but her mouth is grinning and she hasn't closed yet. Looking at the sunshine shining on grandma, I feel grandma is much younger.
The room suddenly darkened a lot, and I forced myself to look out of the window. The sunshine outside the window was still there. 1 of "Kuang", A Qiang and grandma heart thumped at the same time. "Why did you only cook so much rice?" There is enough gas in the voice. The idea flashed in Qiang's mind again: Dad must be angry again.
"If you don't come back for dinner, I'll ..." "Forget it, forget it, don't eat!" "If I don't eat, I will borrow a bowl of rice from my neighbor." After that, I'm going to get the bowl. "Borrow what borrow! It's not that there is no food! " Dad growled. "Then I'll cook quickly and you have a rest." Grandma is still unhurried. I felt sad for a while: Dad, this is your mother. You not only don't understand her hardships, but also treat her so rudely. You shouldn't have!
The sunshine outside finally returned to the hut, but I didn't feel warm at all. He heard his father hum, went straight to the table, sat down and grabbed grandma's chopsticks opposite. When the bowl chopsticks fell on the table, I saw grandma's face turned to this side, with endless sadness in her eyes.
Qiang took a hard look at the seat above and his father sitting on it, and finally said nothing. He went over to help grandma plug in the power.
The next day, grandma sat under the table as usual. ...
Postscript: In life, my mother always misses us. It has become a habit for her to pay for us. When can we turn gratitude into a habit?
[Comment]: The author is good at observation, and only by personal experience can he be handy. Choose an inconspicuous seat, casually say "used to it", and use the contrast between father and son to show a thought-provoking theme of "gratitude" that should become a habit. The article successfully uses the contrast method to see the big picture from the small. Moreover, the psychology of the characters better points out the theme of the article. The language is simple, fluent and unpretentious, which is a masterpiece.