I quarreled with my mother, not once or twice, almost once every two days and once every three days. I have forgotten the fuse, only remember that I ran out of the house with tears in my eyes. In the car, I was still sobbing. Father just quietly, didn't say anything, until-I stopped sobbing, calm down, he didn't speak:
"Son, are you not young?"
"hmm." To my surprise, my father, who has always been used to silence, spoke at this time.
"You are fourteen years old and have learned to think independently. You and your parents have different views. I hope you can understand your parents' intentions. At the same time, don't play small temper on some things, which is not good. "
"But-"I whispered, and the grievances in my stomach began to swell.
"I know your grievance. Your mother has gone too far in this matter, but you have to let her go, because-"He pointed to the heart," that was the result of your mother's physical examination last year. We didn't tell you because we were afraid you were worried. " Father's face suddenly became serious: "You have to understand that I usually dare not' offend' her."
I wonder how much this bad news has affected me. At that time, my nose was sour and my tears were about to fall. I still have a lingering fear when I think about it now.
"You know, your mother and I always eat lightly, but as soon as you come back, she runs to the market, buys what you like and makes soup for you." My tears fell faster. In tears, I saw my mother. Stay up late to take care of my mother when I have a fever, and protect my mother when I am bullied ... My father went on to say, "Once I quarreled with her, when we divided things, she said that she didn't take anything except you." My heart beats for no reason.
"Dad, I was wrong." The car is still running, and I have cried.
Time passed slowly, as if it had been a century.
In the car, except for my intermittent crying, only the wind was whistling.
After a long time, the bus stopped. I looked up and saw the familiar school gate.
My father turned to me and said, "Remember, son?"
"hmm." I pushed open the door, took out my mobile phone and dialed the familiar phone number. A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hello." "Mom, I was wrong." Say that finish, the head has been sobbing.
Although it took a long time, I can't forget the conversation that lasted only 30 minutes. Those words put me on the right path of life and understood the love of my parents.
Talking to Dad "Composition" Today, I talked to my dad and came home from school. I bowed my head and was silent.
Seeing that I was so depressed, my father asked strangely, "Hey, what happened to our Jia Jia?" Did you quarrel with your classmates? "I shook my head.
Dad touched my head and frowned and said, "Hey, maybe the teacher criticized me for doing something wrong?" When I heard this, I suddenly blushed and replied softly in shame: "I got 80 points in the Chinese exam today."
""oh! What about the test paper? " Dad tried to hold his breath.
I took the test paper out of my schoolbag slowly and glanced at my father secretly.
At this time, my hands were shaking and my forehead was sweating, thinking that I would definitely be scolded again today.
Dad looked at the test paper, then took a few mouthfuls of cigarettes and said earnestly, "Alas! Jia Jia, how can you be so careless? You should really understand what you have learned and help you with your lessons at ordinary times. You always get it.
You see, I made a mistake in the exam.
"I said softly," am I not careful?
"Dad went on solemnly:" Study hard, study hard.
A famous person once said: Learning is not imitating anything, but mastering skills and methods.
I forgive you today. Pay attention to your study methods and study hard in the future.
You have grown up and should understand this truth.
"Dad said, and went back to the study, writing his MBA graduation thesis.
"Oh, I see!" I promised in a low voice.
This time, I talked to my father and looked at his back at his desk. I secretly decided that I should not be careless in my study and pretend to understand.
If you don't understand anything, please consult your teachers and classmates in time or consult the information yourself. Only when you grow up can you master more knowledge.
Thought of here, my mood suddenly brightened up, and my frowning brows slowly stretched out.
Talk to dad, write a 400-word composition, dad will say a word, and then quarrel.
But you know what?
We want to do better. You always demand perfection from your children. Have you ever considered whether you are too harsh? "There is no shortage of gold, and no one is perfect." I hope parents can understand our hearts as children and try to do well, but we will also do a lot of things badly in the process of hard work.
It is because of all these mistakes that we can really tell each other very little, almost zero. Dear mom and dad, I don't know if you have noticed that a family of three is together every day. Who never thought that their children would become dragons and phoenixes among people? I can understand you.
You are often very strict with your children, not only to make them outstanding in school and in all aspects, but also to make them become independent people in life.
But in any case, mom and dad will always be the closest people in our minds. As children, we are really in a dilemma at the moment.
In modern families, quarreling is commonplace, and you are always "nagging". I know this is love for our children, but can we accept the way you love? Mom and dad, on the one hand, are very admired fathers, full of contradictions and helplessness.
I know as children, we have no right to judge you. After all, you are parents.
But I sincerely hope that you can think and measure from the standpoint and angle of our children.
Mom said something, but what she left us was an indelible shadow.
This is an invisible harm to us! You know, the love we need is more than one person can bear. It takes three people to work together.
On the one hand, she is a kind mother full of maternal love. When parents quarrel, the most contradictory and painful thing is the child.
After your quarrel, it's all over, even after the rain has cleared up.
We really don't know who to help.
After that, you will have an experience, you will understand, you will understand.
Today I want to talk to you with my pen and my heart.
The feelings of parents for their children in the world are sad.
Thirty-four years later, I came to the lake again to talk to my father. Dad: I like the book Romance of the Three Kingdoms. I used to watch it when I was a child.
I know the words "Three sworn relationships in Taoyuan", "Riding a thousand miles", "Three visits to the thatched cottage" and "Guan Yu lost Jingzhou".
Me: I also like Luo Guanzhong's Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Dad, then why do you like it? Dad: (Laughter) Because of the vivid plot of this book, I learned about history, which is my understanding of ancient China.
I have also seen Water Margin, Journey to the West and so on.
Me: (surprised) Dad, you have read so many books! Do you think primary school students should read more extracurricular books? Dad: (thinking) I think we should read more, but we should read quantitatively on time.
Now some students read books in class and don't pretend to listen, which is wrong; Some students have been reading books and forgot to do their homework, which is also wrong.
When it's time to read a book, you should read it carefully and not swallow it.
In math class, I talked with my father about a 500-word composition. Teacher Zhang came into the classroom with a stack of papers. The teacher signed up and got his own test paper. When the teacher called me, my heart was pounding, hoping to get good grades. Later, the teacher called me and said, "85 points."
The paper was handed out, but I didn't do well in the exam. The teacher added, "Now I'll tell the paper again. Listen carefully.
"After the teacher finished, I have another question, and I'm going to go home and ask my father. In fact, I also want to ask Mr. Zhang, but I dare not, because I didn't listen carefully when the teacher said it, so I can't understand this question.
When I got home, I put down my schoolbag and took out this 85-point paper from it. I shouted, "Dad, will you come here for a moment?" I can't ask a question.
"I can only say no, to say that other fathers will find that I didn't listen well in class and will say me. Then my father appeared.
I opened the newspaper in front of my father. I said to my father, "Dad, this is the problem.
"Dad told me for a long time and finally told me.
Dad took the test paper and asked, "When was this test paper taken?" I said, "I just got in, just a few days ago."
Dad asked again, "Why didn't you tell me about the exam?" "I didn't speak. Anyway, my father asked me a lot of questions and seemed to find something. Finally, my father asked the key question: "Did the teacher talk about this paper?" I said hesitantly, "Old-old-teacher-teacher didn't-said, but the teacher said.
"I said in one breath, I don't know where I got the courage.
I thought: there must be no good thing next, it must be lightning and thunder, a storm of reprimand.
However, to my surprise, the opposite is true.
Dad said to me earnestly, "son, you must listen carefully in class in the future." I know that since we were parents, all your tricks and tricks can't fool us. You must listen carefully in class later. "
I regret to say to my father, "Father, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lied to you. I will listen carefully in class and never lie again.
"Dad said," what a good boy.
"You can also contribute. After that, I never lied to my parents again. I also showed all the papers in the exam to my father. Father looked at the paper that didn't do well in the exam and smiled. That's because I don't lie, I don't play tricks, I don't play tricks. Although my grades are not very good, my father is still very happy to see that I am not lying.
On this day, my father and I talked about my study. Let me study hard now and be a promising person in the future.
The composition about your conversation with your parents is 600 words. I had a talk with my parents. I don't know about you. I wrote it to you according to my own lifestyle. Just change it yourself. I have a lot of feelings when I talk to my parents. This conversation made me deeply realize the price of love? Free love does not mean cheap love. On the contrary, the father's love for maternal love may have countless ups and downs. I am very grateful for your kindness to me over the past 20 years. What I really want to say to you is: "I love your parents. You have worked hard. " Their love deeply touched me and shocked me to know the greatness of a father's love for maternal love and his own smallness. Love speaks for itself. Father's love for mother is like this. Love is silent. Love is deep. When a person doesn't expect anything before loving you, even what kind of love is the most priceless and pure. Parents' love asks nothing in return. Such love, only parents can afford, and only parents are willing to pay. Life is bleak, only * * * common interests, no * * common morality. Friendship and love are actually quite material emotions. But relatives, especially parents, can no longer find the so-called dirt and illusion, but the truth. You are good to me, and my response to you is Tao Bao Li Baochun. Although they are recognized as noble qualities, these are just social etiquette, flattery and gratitude. So these feelings are just empty feelings, advocating reciprocity. In fact, * * * is naked. It is concerned with cost, operation and profit. Verbs that modify this feeling cannot be operated with love. Therefore, it is extremely fragile, worthless and vulnerable. It can't stand the beating of disaster and the test of time. It has lost its balance and the only criterion for its survival. It will collapse soon. It turned out to be a trampled step .. It's nonsense and out of proportion. Those parents love just the opposite. It's clean and flawless. There is less camouflage. More truth, less ostentation, more simplicity, less mutual gifts and more dedication. There is not so much ritual exchange, not so much cost accounting, and there will be no fatal weakness. There will be no careful calculation, and there will be no haggling. Just one word. Love one word. We are very satisfied. The father's love for mother's love also has an embarrassing weakness, that is, he is not good at words. He always pays silently, obeys silently, and bears the illusion that the child will linger when he comes at once. When they come at once, they will also have the illusion that they should be so natural. This is the reason for profligacy. What is waste? Ungrateful, insensitive, and wasteful. It is shameful to be ungrateful, unfilial and disrespectful to your parents. We should learn to cherish, in the face of father's love for mother's love, we are shameful. We should learn to cherish and cherish the return of fatherly love and maternal love. The reward is to love for love's sake, to love for father's sake, to respect others and to cherish precious life. However, if you can't swing it, it will make children feel bored. You will feel that parents' love is a burden, which will lead to more serious rebellious psychology and indulgence. So, you are lazy if you can muddle along, and lazy if you want to make ends meet. Objectively speaking, you have the responsibility of your parents, and you will abandon it and spoil it. Objectively speaking, we are the givers of love. We have subjective choice and initiative. In other words, we have the right and reason to refuse excessive concern, so as to better shape ourselves, exercise ourselves, develop ourselves and show ourselves. Father's love for mother's love is not and is not a panacea to solve problems. It's just a choice, a breakthrough, only a second time. It is not testable, so we should not rely too much on it. We should have our own opinions. Don't be so naive and ignorant as before. Now you are a cross-century college student, but you have to do it yourself and let others talk. From birth to maturity, you have never said a difficult word for me, but your daughter knows that love is a silent ending, but children know how to return. Love is a silent response. I don't want to use those flowery words to describe it, but I need practical actions to prove it. I just want to live safely and fully. Live exquisitely. Prove yourself, others convince others. First of all, I thank my parents for their upbringing, and secondly, I thank them for their endless love. Through this conversation, I deeply realized that my father's work is hard and not easy. I admire him very much. He is an honorable people's policeman. He made outstanding contributions in his work. He loved his job and sacrificed a lot for it. Similarly, my mother and I have sacrificed a lot. Often when many families get together and enjoy family happiness, my mother and I are looking at my father who works far away from home and wishing him peace. Yes, I am proud to have such a father. My mother is a good wife and mother, a qualified housewife, and has made great contributions to our happy and warm home. Now, I will be a glorious policeman, and I firmly believe I can do it. Contribute your youth and sincerity to the motherland. He often says to me: "Behind the majestic and brilliant stalwart of the people's police, it is far beyond the hardships and diligence of ordinary people. Yes, it is hard to become a truly qualified people's police! " But I will fight for one of them. Ah! The poor bear the wind, dear mom and dad, you light up my heart like a firefly, you wash away my dirt like a river, and I am spotless. You let me stand on your solid shoulders like a giant and grow up happily, happily and fully. You guide this long, rugged and extraordinary road like a burning torch, thus drawing a satisfactory full stop for my life.
Remember a dialogue composition with your parents. I remember that at the end of the semester of the first volume of the sixth grade, I showed my parents the Evaluation Manual for Primary School Students, and they smiled happily.
I am also very happy, because I have made progress compared with last semester.
After that, I chatted with my parents about my study and life this semester.
My mother said to me, "What do you think of your exam?" I said, "Not bad.
"Dad said seriously," It's much better than last semester, but I'll work harder next time, you know? "My parents looked at me and said," Do you think the competition you are facing now is fierce? Do you feel stressed? " I replied, "Of course the competition is fierce.
There are still many students in my class whose grades are better than mine. Everyone is chasing after me, and they have to face competitors from other classes.
Can this competition not be fierce? "Then, my parents and I agreed on this issue.
We all think that proper pressure and competition can promote my learning and growth on the learning road.
Competition is not only a challenge for us, but also an opportunity to show myself, and it is also the embodiment of my ability to surpass myself. It will urge me to succeed step by step and realize my dream.
This conversation with my parents made me more aware of my responsibilities.
We should move forward! ...
Write a composition "The First Talk with Mom and Dad" Dear Mom and Dad: Hello! This is my first time to write to you, and I want to write down all my thoughts.
How many sleepless nights have you spent for me and how many tears have you shed for me.
I can't repay how much you have paid for me. I know you must have never thought about what I have paid you back, but I will always remember it. When you are old, I will repay you with my best ability. When I grow up in the sun, you are getting old. Worry and sadness make wrinkles climb on your carefree face.
Mom and Dad, under your care, I spent ten years full of joy.
You always give me the best things.
I have a beautiful bedroom, exquisite school supplies, and a school with good conditions ... I grew up carefree like a "little princess" in a fairy tale.
Mom and Dad, I want to tell you that you are very kind to me.
In the past ten years, you have nurtured me carefully and made me grow up happily day by day.
But you don't know how much sweat and tears you shed for me.
Mom and Dad, I will never let you down. You gave me wings to soar, and I will fly to the vast ocean of knowledge with this most powerful wing.
Father loves mountains, but he loves nothing.
Dad, in my memory, you are always strict.
It seems that I seldom joke with you.
I joke with you occasionally, but I always feel embarrassed afterwards.
You are always as calm and silent as a mountain.
But anyway, I know that everything you do is for my own good.
When I came to this strange world by chance, I still had a little fear in my heart. You greeted me with warm and jade-like love. Your love is the first gift I received when I came into this world.
How many foggy mornings, you stared at my little face with rose-like warmth and fragrance in surprise and disbelief, and murmured your blessing to me in your heart.
The hazy sunshine in the morning shines through the window lattice and gently spreads a layer of holy gold evenly on your faces.
Love, like wordless running water, moistens every point delicately.
The wind and cloud are stirring, the sun rises and the moon sets, winter goes and spring comes, and a hundred flowers bloom. In your words, I gradually got to know the world and began to think.
You not only gave birth to me and raised me, but also taught me to be a man and give me knowledge. There is a good saying, "but how much affection there is in an inch of grass, enjoy three spring flowers."
My daughter has always been very touched, but she can only pay back by caring about small things and working harder in her studies.
Just as weak grass can only add three points of green to spring to repay the nourishment of nature; Autumn leaves can only fall to the ground as mud to repay the cultivation of big trees.
I usually like reading books, and you never object, but buy me a lot of books.
So far, my books have filled a bookcase.
You were afraid that I would damage my eyesight by reading too much, so you bought a beautiful eye protection lamp and put it on the bedside.
Mom, do you still remember those days of painting? When I can't stand the pain of practicing painting, you will also hit me hard and force me to stick to it.
For a time, I almost collapsed because of the overload of painting practice time, and monotonous repetition bored me.
Many times, I almost wanted to tear up all my rice paper, but I finally held back.
Now that I think about it, painting not only gives me a better understanding and love of painting, but also makes my fingers more flexible and my brain more developed, and also cultivates my perseverance and perseverance.
Mom, my daughter really appreciates you! Dad, maybe you seldom teach me anything like mom, but you really have a great influence on me.
You have always been so honest, kind, brave, strong, dedicated, diligent and knowledgeable. You have influenced me with your excellent qualities and will always be my role model.
Every time I chat with you, I always benefit a lot, always let me understand some important life philosophies, and always make me suddenly enlightened when I am confused.
Dad, my daughter really appreciates you! Mom and dad, you are all elites in your own industry, and my daughter has regarded you as pride since childhood.
You are all so dedicated and persistent, and you are very organized in educating your children.
Mom, you gave me the most important habit: love reading.
Reading is the best way for me to educate myself. I have learned a lot in all aspects and become more mature in dealing with people.
Mom and Dad, my daughter really appreciates you! Love is the most beautiful language in the world. Let's love each other forever and watch the most beautiful day come through the stormy night.
If I write a composition about parents' spiritual dialogue, you can write your own imaginary scene. You did something wrong but didn't dare to explain it to your parents, so you began to struggle internally.
You started imagining the consequences after you said it.
Or you can write that you had a dream, dreamed of talking to your parents, and woke up to find that it was because you did something wrong and hesitated.
You can also write that a friend of yours asked you for help, but it was a little difficult for you, so you had a dream and talked to your parents. Through this dream, you found a solution.
Dad, I have a lot to tell you, but I'm afraid you'll scold me for being timid.
This time I'll take the opportunity of writing a composition and pour it all out at once! Dad, since I was in middle school, you have kept me in a cage at a critical moment.
Not only do you arrange supplementary homework like a hill every day, but you often try your best to limit my extracurricular activities, even on Sundays, which makes me breathless.
Dad, do you remember? It was a Sunday afternoon and I finished the homework assigned by my teacher. I'm dizzy with fatigue.
At this time, the theme song of "Four-wheel Drive Kid" sounded in the neighbor's house next door.
This is my favorite cartoon.
I have no choice. I shook my numb right hand and came to your side to read. I pleaded, "Dad, let me watch TV for a while, just for a while.
"The words sound just fell and you suddenly stood up and slammed the book on the table.
Suddenly, your face turned from sunny to cloudy, and you said sharply to me, "No! This is a critical period. If you don't finish my homework, you can't turn on the TV! " "Just for a while.
""After a while, your teacher didn't teach you that time is the substance of life. Is wasting time equal to wasting life? Now is the' critical period', and junior high school is no better than primary school! If you can't get into high school, what will you do in the future? " I couldn't help it any longer, so I defended myself: "Lenin once said,' Whoever can't rest will not work'.
Dad, I know you're doing me good, but you can't do this to me.
"Maybe my mother heard it in the room, so she came out of the room angrily with a dark cloud on her face:" What? What! What children know, students' task is to learn.
No TV today! "Under your double attack, I am extremely depressed.
I hobbled to my desk, writing and calculating.
Unconsciously, I fell asleep. I dreamed that I jumped out of the cage of "critical moment", sat comfortably on the sofa watching TV, and played football heartily on the green lawn ... Dad, you may have forgotten this, but I often think of it. Every time I think about it, my heart is extremely uncomfortable! Dad, don't you have a childhood? Did grandpa do this to you? Can't you see my heart? Dad, Grandpa Deng called on us to have "three orientations" and the school wanted us to develop in an all-round way.
Dad, I really want to say to you, "I want to be free.
"I have a' hitting line' in my room. If you exceed this "hitting line", there will be no forgiveness.
Once, I don't know where I got the courage to stand up and put my head out of the "beating line" and look around.
In normal times, I wouldn't even think about it.
I stood up and walked carefully to the "beaten line".
I put my head out of the "beating line" and looked around. Haha, nobody. I am smug and want to cross the "beating line". "Where are you going?" Oh, my God, dad's voice! It turned out that dad opened the door slightly and looked at me from time to time.
Hearing the sound, I sat down in my seat like a coward.
I pinched a cold sweat and felt like "fifteen buckets-so anxious" for fear of being beaten.
Sure enough, my father came. He flew into a rage and was about to give me two "meat buns" when my grandfather came.
Seeing dad's slap falling, grandpa hurriedly picked up a piece of white paper on the table: "The imperial edict says that due to special circumstances, Wang Wei will be temporarily exempted from beating and will be retried tomorrow morning.
"Dad must stop hitting me.
That was close. I turned the tables.
Once, I ventured out again, but I still couldn't escape my father's eyes.
When the volcano erupted, my father held me down with one hand and held me high with the other.
I closed my eyes hard and cried like a pig.
I only heard the sound of "pa, pa", and two "baked wheat cakes" landed on my * * *. I only felt a fever on * * *, and my nose was sour, and I cried.
Whenever I see birds flying freely outside the window, I can't help crying.
I really want to be free, dad. I want to say to you, "I want to be free.
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Dad, your work is very busy. I have no time to tell you something. I'll borrow it today.
Dad, thank you for your countless concern and love for me.
When I made a mistake, you didn't "get angry" with me immediately like other people's fathers, and you didn't swear. ...
There are many kinds of love, which represent different meanings. Parents love their children selflessly. The love between friends is pure; Our love for the poor is sincere ... but I think the most unforgettable thing is the love of parents for their children. I am very touched that my parents love me so much.
What impressed me most was my mother's love for me.
One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I only wore a coat to school.
My mother said to me, "Lingling, it's not normal to be so hot today." It may get cold later. You'd better put on more clothes to go to school! " You can also put your long clothes in your schoolbag and take them to school.
Put on your long clothes as soon as it gets cold.
"I didn't listen to my mother and stubbornly left.
However, something unexpected happened. At noon, it began to get dark, with a strong wind and heavy rain.
The temperature dropped obviously, so I wore less clothes and felt cold.
I didn't listen to the command all over, and I was shaking all the time, so I had to hide in a corner of the classroom and squeeze in with some classmates.
At this time, a familiar figure appeared outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that it was my mother.
She hurried to the door of the classroom with a bag of clothes under her arm.
I greeted him immediately and called out "Mom" excitedly.
My mother dressed me quickly.
At this time, I saw that my mother's pants were all wet, as if she had just walked up from the river.
I asked my mother, "How can you come out to deliver clothes to me when you are at work?" Mother said, "It's cold. You wear so little. If you don't send it, you will get sick. " .
I asked my boss for an hour's leave, and now I have to go back to work and try to make up for what I didn't finish during my leave.
"I looked at my mother's distant back and raised the image of a tall mother-great maternal love.
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