Melody of growth

The carriage was filled with deep and melancholy air. I sat in the back row and sobbed. My father in the front row took out a piece of paper and handed it to me. He sobbed and said, "Wipe your tears." Only then did I know that my father, like me, shed tears from his eyes, no, from his heart. My heart trembled first, and then I was impulsive. I want to jump into my father's arms and cry loudly. My regret and my true feelings will let my father know that it is my true feelings.

I have been away from home for more than three months. In this day full of homesickness and missing my loved ones, I have been looking forward to my mother's visit, but I don't seem to care much about my father. Perhaps, I am young and ignorant, always thinking that I have grown up, and always feel that I should be as free and easy as an adult. Once parents interfere with their own behavior, they have a rebellious consciousness. Gradually, I began to keep silent at home. After eating, I hurried into my room and hid in my Xiaotian yard to avoid feeling uneasy when talking with them. Once, I quarreled with my father because he said something about me. Maybe he was angry. As a result, my dad hit me for the first time in my 15 years of life. At that moment, I vowed never to talk to him again. For the next few weeks, as long as he is in the living room, I will go to the bedroom. As long as he talks to me, I will be silent or slip away. In short, in those days, my relationship with my father began to change qualitatively and became inexplicably indifferent. Although mother knows all this, she can only sigh.

Later, I really left home and lived the unrestrained life I longed for. Slowly, I feel that my thoughts are as naive as the innocent world in fairy tales. I began to miss my mother's nagging at home and my father who thought he had no feelings for each other. A faint affection prompted me to send blessings to my family by phone again and again, so I knew I still missed my father very much.

Today, on a bleak autumn day, I was doing my homework alone in the classroom. "Zhang Tianshu." A voice came and I instinctively followed it. "Dad-"I can't wait to put down my pen and run over. I want to call him again, but I can't, because my voice is choked, my tears are already rolling in my eyes, and I try not to let it fall, but the fact tells me that I can't, and my shoulders are shaking. The driver of my colleague saw me and joked, "You are crying again." I smiled subconsciously and dried my tears. But I know that at this time, my emotions are like a burst sea, which I can't get back, and I don't want to hide the tears that have been suppressed for more than three months and more than one hundred nights. I see, in my heart, there is still a primitive affection, an instinctive love between relatives, and the most precious attachment to my parents in the world. In this brief moment, I understood that the inexplicable indifference with my father in the past was caused by myself. In fact, I love my father deeply in my heart. I only want my mother to come to see me because I don't want to expose my true feelings in front of my father. Now, I just want to shed tears of great regret, and I know my father can understand.

In fact, life is like a net, intertwined with you, intertwined with me and intertwined with each of us. In this net, I have been confused and wandering. On the road of my young growth, there was such an ignorant behavior, which personally destroyed the knot between parents and children, and even abandoned it far away. Now that I have it back, I really understand its meaning. I will cherish this rare fate, melt it in my heart and feel and taste its warmth from time to time.

This is my inner regret, and it is also the best song to accompany me on my long road of growth.

[Comment]: How do we feel after reading this article? Is it a glimpse of the flow of the spring? Or the emotional waves caused by the river of the mind? Is it the warm wind of willow tips in spring? Or the moving music sung by the deep valley kingfisher? I'm afraid a little of both. It's really confusing, and I can't help it! This is the fruit of the sunny field. The flower that blooms in vilen's heart with love is the pure wine brewed by the real heart spring.

[Excellent Example 2]:

Mom:

I 17 years old, but today is my first time to write the word "mom", and I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. The surging tide hit the beach in my memory again and again, carrying shells far or near. I picked it up and put it in my ear, trying to listen to the sound of the sea and tears, but I couldn't stop spinning around in my eyes-all I heard was your call over and over again-and it was when I left home and set foot on the road to study in the south that I really felt maternal love.

I couldn't hear you through the window when I left, but I could read your eyes. The moment you waved to me, you burst into tears. Before I could understand why, tears fell on my sleeve in strings. One of your eyes, one gesture, is the interpretation of maternal love? "Children travel a thousand miles to worry", even if I only leave you one step, you will wake up in many dreams and miss me when I am not around!

Going home is my biggest and happiest thing besides studying. It was already after 12 when I went home last summer vacation, and the pedestrians on the street were sparse. Several students were hungry, so everyone decided to eat first, or they would have to bother their parents when they went home. I don't know why, everyone has no appetite. They just sat down 10 minutes and couldn't sit still. They all said, go, go home!

Far away, I saw the lights on at home. You must have opened it for me. As I get closer and closer to home, I see a scene that I will never forget-you are standing at the window, leaning forward and facing my way home. You seem to hear something, your head is getting longer ... I don't know how long you've been waiting.

On the way back, everyone talked about their feelings these days. To my surprise, everyone came home to see a strikingly similar scene: mom was waiting at the window or the door! The food is already on the table! And what we did was exactly the same-we ate all the meals without saying a word of thanks.

Once you came to see me at school, I found two tomatoes in your handbag. I'm confused. Why did my mother bring such perishable things after such a long journey? You said calmly, "Look at me, I just remembered last night that you always liked tomatoes, so there are only two at home, or I should bring more ..." I turned my back and quietly wiped my uncontrollable tears.

Mom, I sometimes forget your birthday, but you will always remember that you will always give me a unique gift on my birthday; I sometimes get tired of your nagging, but you even remember our words deeply; I may sometimes misunderstand your great love, but you never stop caring about me. Mom, you can forgive my past, can't you?

I am 17 years old today, but I know that your love for me can't be measured by 17 years. If the sea can bring your call, then I hope it can also bring a daughter's gratitude to her mother 17 years of parenting, and bring you my greetings: mother, you have worked hard!

I am here to convey

Salute!

Daughter: six days

May 16

[Comment]: Six-day students hold up the waves of life with gratitude and unforgettable hearts, and pour out their gratitude and guilt to their mothers in 17, which will bring back many sweet memories of their mothers! Mother read this letter, and a happy smile has been rippling around her mouth.