I don't know when 1 this composition was written. I only know that my father used to go to school every day when he was a child.
Not long ago, my sister gave birth to a big fat son. One day, she came to my house with her son. As soon as he learns to walk, he always likes to stumble on the road in front of my house. The sun is still reddish in the morning, and the stones on the road are still stained with dew. The little one accidentally slipped, got up and walked on.
I watched quietly in front of the door and suddenly felt that this road had different vitality from the past. The sun shines on the smooth stone, casting a warm and pleasant light. I know it carries the dreams of many people passing by it, sending them to pursue the brilliant life ahead. My little nephew, you can enjoy yourself. You still have a long way to go.
It gets cold in winter. My grandparents came to see me and my parents specially. At ten o'clock in the evening, it was just dark. I advised them to go home early, so I sent them to the door and waved, and my grandparents went back with a smile. The grass on the roadside is full of sunset, and the whole path is dyed red. Looking at two white-haired old people stumbling on the road, I can't tell you how I feel. Behind them, it is the tempering of years and the bitterness of most of my life. The road of life is coming to an end, but the road of heart is endless.
I walked out of the door and walked back and forth on this road carefully. Time has smoothed all the edges and corners of the stone, and how many people come and go on this road. However, I know I'm going my own way. Life is such a road, the sun and the moon alternate and time flies. I have changed from a newborn baby to an old man who walks with difficulty. I have also walked through Qianshan, from the starting point of my life to my own glory.
Composition 2 of senior high school entrance examination in Grade Three bid farewell to the innocence of Grade One, the happiness of Grade Two and the coming of Grade Three.
Say goodbye to endless fantasy, or thinking, computer games and the internet, and everything I have.
I know, I have to say goodbye.
I know, I must put a lot of magazines that I am addicted to repeatedly into cartons and sell them as waste paper or give them away; I have to start subscribing to and, because there are high scores in the college entrance examination and composition guides; I want to get back a thick book from the bookstore, do it day and night, and bury myself in a pile of books and countless papers floating around like snowflakes; I want to delete my favorite games filled with a whole hard disk; I must still be in the classroom filled with smoke, and those big characters are engraved on the blackboard: xxx days before the middle school entrance examination. I leafed through my textbooks in boredom. Looking around, there are students who are working hard. I have no other right but to bend my head and study those difficult symbols. Without the slightest smile, invisible pressure is on our tender shoulders. War without smoke is more terrible than real war.
We are a flock of ducks, and class is a meal, the only meal. We are not hungry, but those who are called "teachers" rudely open our mouths and stuff those unpalatable dry meals into our stomachs. We were so sad that tears kept falling, but they couldn't see. They just kept a straight face and tried to stop it. They say that only when they are full can they have the strength to run, run past other ducks and take the lead in crossing the finish line called "Senior High School Entrance Examination". I looked up, but I couldn't see the line.
We started running, but the road was so rugged, there were bottomless cliffs on both sides, and my legs were numb and thirsty, but I couldn't stop. Because as long as you relax a little, you will be trampled by thousands of compatriots who flock in. When we approached the "senior high school entrance examination", we found that it was not a finish line that all ducks and ducks could cross, but a single-plank bridge.
We are still running silently, running on this endless road.
Everyone has dreams, and dreams may just be the yearning and pursuit of a better life. If you dream and don't work hard, it may be just a spiritual yearning, but you will never succeed and never dream; If you have a structure and fight for it from now on, then the next dreamer is you and the next winner is you. Now, my dream is to be in high school. If I want to be admitted to an ideal high school, I must fight for it from now on. Want to enter the ideal high school, will always be a person's war. You should have the spirit of "being a master only after suffering", and you should kick out all the stumbling blocks.
For some people, a good high school is already a shoo-in. Maybe they have been fighting for it, or maybe they have a strong and rich father. I have neither a rich and powerful father nor paid for my high school dream. So, now, I must spend more time and sweat to finish my dream of the senior high school entrance examination, and also give my parents and all those who care about me a satisfactory answer sheet, which will bring me closer to my life dream.
In the long run, the dream of the senior high school entrance examination is only to get closer to the dream of life, but also to better complete your own dream of life. In ancient times, the ancients studied hard for decades to realize their dreams. In such a bad environment at that time, they all worked hard and struggled for their dreams. Why can't we?
The dream of the senior high school entrance examination and the dream of life can only be realized by ourselves. People who care about you along the way are just guides, and you can only realize your dreams by yourself.
Entering the third grade, we have more responsibilities on our bodies and more responsibilities in our hearts. Entering the third grade, we are sharpening our fighting spirit and experiencing challenges. Today, facing the blue sky and the earth, we solemnly swear: even if the road ahead is bumpy, we must go forward bravely; Even if Taihang Mountain snows and Sichuan Road is windy, we will go straight to Yun Fan. We are not afraid of sadness and pain, because we have dreams in our hearts; Dull, we are fearless, because we aim high. Better give an inch of gold than spend an inch of time. Since success will not come to us automatically, let's think about winning.
The senior high school entrance examination is a race between experience and wisdom, a transcendence and a battle. We value it, but we are not afraid of it; Maybe we will be upset, hesitate and even want to give up, but there is no longer road than feet, and there is no mountain higher than people. Footprints are behind you and the sun is in front of you. Don't look around and lament, just push forward. For your own dreams and common ideals, challenge the limits and make today's struggle the best memory of tomorrow.
The battle between mountains and rivers, the soldiers of the west wind, Longquan Excalibur, red rabbit BMW, 67-year-old male senior high school entrance examination. The eagle is watching, majestic and loyal, brave and fearless. Top gun, Yi, never give up until you destroy the stubborn enemy. Julu fought fiercely, Chibi fought hard, and a river of turbid water flowed eastward. Sword shadow, wind and cloud, but look at today's heroes killing wolves.
There is no end to learning. The sea is boundless, the sky is the shore, and I am the peak at the top of the mountain. If you are an eagle, you must have the ideal of spreading your wings in the vast sky; You are a fine horse, you must have the lofty sentiments of galloping on the Wan Li grassland. We are incomparable Class Six, and we have the ambition to give up who I am. Let's cherish every minute, spend the junior high school of youth without regrets and realize the best dream of life.
Our ideals are still shining, and our future will not be just a dream. We should always remind ourselves that the road ahead is still long, the outcome is still unknown, giving up is a coward, and there is only one voice in our hearts: what are we? Warriors! What do we want? Victory! What are we doing? Fight!
Time should still pass by, but I feel it passes quietly like running water.
Time is very important, it decides everything. However, the first place in the senior high school entrance examination will not happen overnight. It takes time to settle down. We have less than 2 months, classmates, let's fight quickly!
"An inch of gold can't buy an inch of time", 60 days 1400 hours in two months. From now on, as long as we can work hard all the time, we can get the results we want on the day of the senior high school entrance examination.
Usually, seeing the students gearing up for the senior high school entrance examination, the atmosphere in the classroom is tense, which makes me a little nervous. The senior high school entrance examination is a qualitative contest, and my heart must work hard for it. "A year's plan lies in spring". In the warm spring, let's seize the opportunity to write the first glory of life.
The senior high school entrance examination is an end of junior high school study, but it is also the beginning of new learning. In order to successfully complete this stage, we have to bear all kinds of pressures and ride the wind and waves. This journey may not be easy, but it is wonderful and will continue to surprise us. So please grasp your steering wheel and go to the other side of victory!
The third grade is another sad time, and the students are about to leave. Three years of friendship was built by us with laughter and tears. But on the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, we still put aside our children's feelings and welcome the senior high school entrance examination first. The senior high school entrance examination is the most important thing for us at present. This is a difficult obstacle. Only by crossing this hurdle can we become more and more brave in our future life.
Time is like a pen, and I carved the word "Grade Three" in my journey. These two words mean a turning point in life.
I think learning is a simple matter, and only hard work can lead to success. On the third day, I found that I was really naive. What we need to face every day is a piece of paper in black and white. Tired but helpless. So, I use my optimism to face it. Actually, it's not terrible. Who told me to be so powerful?
Now, all day is studying, eating and sleeping. Among them, learning accounts for about 50%. Awesome! But that kind of life is really tiring. I am a resident student, and I have to do laundry one day. I am lazy. It's really ... it's great to experience it when you are free!
Although life is tense, I still experience every detail of life optimistically. Seeing white clouds fluttering, I feel comfortable. In fact, no matter when, the scenery in life is very beautiful.
These days, the school issued a volunteer form. I carefully filled in "Raoping No.2 Middle School" and "Raoping No.2 Middle School". Of course, my goal is higher, and it is "Shantou Gold Center"! However, it seems difficult to get into the exam, but I will work hard. Difficult, just good! I like it! Of course, I also thought of a way out: if I get into the top 20 in the county, I won't have to pay for studying in No.2 Middle School, and I can still get a bonus every year. Not bad!
I think that as long as I have a goal and work hard towards it, I can accomplish it, don't you think so? I believe that the goddess of victory likes me very much! Ha ha!
The best way to make the biggest challenge easy is to make yourself stronger!
Towards my goal, forward! Friends, give me motivation! At the same time, I also hope that all brothers and sisters can get what they want and make progress in their studies! See you after the senior high school entrance examination.
Difficulties are a double-edged sword, with both good and bad sides. As long as you have a good direction, difficulties will become your good partners, but if you don't grasp them well, difficulties will become your nightmares.
In the ten years of my life, difficulties have been with me, and I can't get rid of them if I want to. When I first saw it, I was scared, afraid and hesitant, but in further contact with it, I realized its true face.
I'm afraid of the dark. To me, the night is like a demon with an open mouth, which will devour you at any time. However, on that day, I had to face it. I had a good time at my classmate's house that day, and I lost track of time for a while. It was already dark by the time I got back. Looking at the sky swallowed by darkness and the earth shrouded by darkness, I felt a burst of fear in my heart. I’m going home. I want to leave this place, leave. ......
However, my legs are already shaking violently, and my feet can't walk. Looking at the boundless night, I have an impulse to cry. Looking up at the sky, suddenly, a bright moon appeared in front of my eyes, and the silver light forced the night back. Everything seems so sacred in the moonlight at this time, which makes me regain my courage, swallow my saliva and walk forward timidly. Accompanied by the moon, I finally overcame my inner fear and walked home. It is this difficulty that has helped me out of the endless darkness. At this time, I feel that the difficulty is not terrible at all, and even a little amiable. Maybe you will think my idea at this time is ridiculous, but that's all. No one can appreciate the joy of a person just coming out of difficulties.
I have many difficulties in growing up. It is these difficulties that make me grow and make me progress. I think, without these difficulties, I wouldn't have achieved what I am now.
The stars and the moon are together, and the night sky is brighter; Grass and flowers together, the earth is more colorful; With friends and relatives, life is richer; With the title of the book, my thoughts are deeper; I am with difficulties, the future is more brilliant, and life is better!
In the hot June, the sun is like fire, cicadas cheer for their lives in the trees, and the students in the classroom are making full preparations for entering the second battlefield of life.
Three years passed in a flash. War is inevitable. Although I am fully prepared, my heart can't help beating faster and faster when I look at the smaller and smaller numbers in the countdown to the senior high school entrance examination. Why? Is it fear? Are you worried? Are you happy? No, it's excitement. In June, it was sultry in the classroom. Although there is an electric fan, it is just a drop in the bucket and can't solve the problem. I envy those students who have been knocked down and beaten crawling around the table, but I don't want to follow in their footsteps or give up on myself like them, so I will work harder.
The night in June is my favorite time. Because at night, the temperature is not only good, but also cool, but you are not a beggar. How do you know the value of rice? Evening is the best time to study. After school, I will stay until people are almost gone, thinking nothing all the way and relaxing myself. Looking up at the starry sky and staring at the brightest star in the north, there is always an idea in my heart: you are in my schoolbag for the senior high school entrance examination. Why should I study so hard? Because, in my heart, I made an oath three years ago, and I have been working hard for it for a long time. This is not only a war between me and the senior high school entrance examination, but also a war between me and her. She is not only my classmate, but also my enemy. Although I haven't met her, I can feel that once I relax, I lose. So I can't give up.
I sing day after day, and I work hard day after day. There are colorful math problems, dazzling chemical formulas and verbose vernacular in my notes. Most people have long remembered that I didn't teach myself to whisper "My senior high school entrance examination is not a dream", which is not my pride. I believe I'm just stating a fact that will happen.
Because, no pains, no gains. I tried, I have no regrets, I tried my best, I have no regrets.
If regret is not the best beauty, why hasn't Venus's broken arm been connected for thousands of years?
If regret is not a painful beauty, why is it a tragedy that lovers can't be well, which makes people cry?
Because of regret, Sima Qian's poem Li Sao, a yellow book, floated in the air, made a beautiful spin in the air, and fell to the ground helplessly. The pride of the body caught my eye, as if it were a plum blossom standing proudly hidden in the ice and snow. As soon as the camera turned, a figure caught his eye. Suddenly, he suddenly stood up and danced, as if all his previous sufferings had turned into a wisp of smoke floating in the wind.
Because of regret, Helen was born. Kate gave me three days of light, Helen, a great writer. However, no one can imagine the suffering behind her, no one can understand the misery of blindly following the world, and no one is willing to try. If you give me three days of light, it will shine like gold. Someone wants to know: if Helen. Wouldn't it be great if Kate wasn't blind? However, if she is not blind, where did this article come from, where will there be expectations for the future, and where will there be unspeakable sadness.
Because of regret, Liang Zhu's eternal swan song of becoming a butterfly was born. When we were immersed in Liang Zhu's love story, they held hands. In the sunset, they look sacred and clean, but the next moment, with the disappearance of the last ray of light, they become a pair of butterflies flapping their wings and going their separate ways. We couldn't help bursting into tears.
Because of regret, there is a touching legend of Cowherd and Weaver Girl in Queqiao Fairy. Every year on Tanabata, we will stand under the bright full moon and fantasize about the meeting of the cowherd and the weaver girl in the magpie fairy. At this time, many questions flashed in our minds: Why can't the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl be together? What if the heavenly queen agrees with them? Will they be together? So, this story will last forever? Will it still make us yearn for it so much? Perhaps, the biggest regret in the world is that two people who love each other can't hold hands until they are old, but it is precisely because of regret that that affection is so precious.
Regret is not an extremely painful beauty.
The composition of senior high school entrance examination 10 is another silent night and a sad memory. ...
In the long night, there were bursts of keyboard tapping, and I moved the mouse under the silent light. Yawning, yawning, eyes still staring at the monitor.
Suddenly I heard footsteps outside the door, followed by the knocking of the door lock. Unconsciously, a huge shadow appeared in front of me. I was so scared, so anxious, so scared and so sad. The mouse can't help clicking. Alas, my speed still didn't let me escape bad luck-it was still discovered. What awaits me will be unknown.
Unconsciously, a hot handprint suddenly appeared on my face. "I didn't sleep so late. What did you do? " My father's face was full of anger, so I didn't dare to look him in the eye. His eyes shone with beams of dignified light that could not be stared at. "You are playing games again!" "No,no." I thought the window was closed fast enough, but dad didn't see it. Before I finished, my father's powerful hand waved to my face again. "Still dare to lie! You think I can't see. I'm used to playing this trick. " With that, the terrible big hand waved again. I dodged, I cried, but I couldn't stop being beaten. Another "pa". "Go to sleep!" Three words popped out of my father's mouth.
My father, who worked for a day and a night, didn't want to argue with me again, and his tired body lay heavily in bed. I stood in front of the bed with tears in my eyes and hated my father. It was a long time before I gradually recovered and plunged into bed.
At about 4 o'clock, I went out to go to the toilet and saw that my father's door was not closed, and slender lights were thrown out from it. I thought my father was watching TV. I listened for a long time in front of the door and didn't hear a sound. Looking through the crack of the door, my father lay helplessly on the bed, staring blankly at the light. Two lines of tears can't help but surge up and want to cry silently. That night, my father lost sleep.
I can't know what my father thought that night, but I know that whenever I go the wrong way, the picture of that night will always be reflected in my mind, there will always be a voice to guide me, and there will always be a consciousness to let me go to the light.
What's the smell of 1 1? Sweet, sour, spicy or bitter. But in my opinion, neither. The third grade tastes like mellow coffee, with bitter taste in the front and mellow taste in the back.
In a blink of an eye, two years passed through my fingers. We have become students in Grade Three, facing the first test of life-the senior high school entrance examination. Therefore, schoolwork is also very heavy. "Baby, get up quickly, or you'll be late." My mother always wakes me up when I am sleepy. "Run faster, why are you so slow? How can I take the exam? " The PE teacher accused me when I was exhausted; "Look, how to write this homework, you still want to take the senior high school entrance examination!" I accepted the teacher's criticism with my exercise book; "Do exercises in Chinese, chemistry, physics, mathematics and physics tomorrow." My goal is posted on the class goal wall ... I haven't adapted to the life of grade three, like an isolated little ant, feeling helpless, sad and even desperate. My third grade was bitter: I thought so at that time.
It's been two months, and there are not many days before our senior high school entrance examination, but I finally tasted the real taste of senior three. "Baby, tired not tired? Are you hungry? Mom cooks for you. " When I get home, I can hear my mother's concern and greetings; "I did well in the exam this time, keep on cheering!" The teacher's praise is generous; "Don't be sad, this is just a small exam. Let's cheer together and take the senior high school entrance examination. " My friend extended his arm to encourage me when I was most lost; "I did well in class today. I took time to do my homework during recess and asked the teacher questions! " I stood on tiptoe, and today's reflection was gloriously posted on the "reflection wall" ... After I got used to the life in the third grade, I enjoyed it very much, paying and harvesting together with my classmates. The taste of grade three is sweet.
The first bite is bitter and the last bite is sweet. I may try this coffee again in the future, but when will the special feeling that moistens my heart stimulate my taste buds? I really hope the old man will slow down, because I don't want to say goodbye to my third grade. But how could he listen to my advice? What I can do is to enjoy the present and miss the taste of senior three.
Life in junior high school is a cup of bitter coffee, full of bitterness, which permeates every corner of junior high school.
The night is already deep, but the light is always on. Three months of junior high school life has exhausted me physically and mentally. The third day, a day to really temper your will-no vacation, no rest, only study. Alas, in the face of this mountain of homework, my thoughts have already drifted to the outside of the cloud nine, and images keep appearing in my mind: if I don't make up lessons in grade three, my life will be …
If I don't make up lessons in the third grade, I will climb the mountain. Because I want to stand on the top of the mountain and feel Du Fu's ambition of "reaching the top, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.". . Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the distance. Ah! I conquered this mountain, and I saw the distant scenery, and the world seemed to have a panoramic view. I think that one day, I will stand at the peak of my life and show my grace to the people below.
If you don't make up lessons in the third grade, you will go for an outing. Because I want to go to nature, to experience the vitality of Bai Juyi's poem "A few early warblers compete for warm trees, whose new swallow pecks at spring mud". Stepping on the grass, breathing fresh air, my heart is very carefree. Standing on the vast land, feel the beauty of nature and experience the poetic four seasons. Suddenly, incomparable joy welled up in my heart. Ah, I love this colorful life.
If I don't make up lessons in the third grade, I will go to see the sea. Because I want to swim in the vast sea and experience Li Bai's broad-minded mind of "One day, I will ride the wind and waves to and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea". In Tang poetry and Song poetry, I don't know how many poems praise the sea. Sometimes rough, sometimes calm, this is the smell of the sea, this is the excitement of the sea. Blue sky, endless sea, seagulls hovering in mid-air, what a beautiful picture!
If I don't make up lessons in the third grade, I think I will gain something, I will realize the true meaning of life and I will learn the philosophy of life.
However, life still has to go on, and we still have to make up lessons in grade three, so let those beautiful fantasies stay in our hearts forever!
As time goes by, the senior high school entrance examination is getting closer and closer to us. Quote Confucius' famous saying: "The deceased is like a husband, not giving up day and night." I remember when we first entered the first grade, we were still a childish child. We have always been curious about this school and eager for knowledge, thinking that the senior high school entrance examination is still far from us. But by the second day of junior high school, we obviously felt that the burden on us was getting heavier and heavier. The second day of junior high school is the most crucial year, and it is also a bitter and tiring year. Students must hang their heads, tie their legs and read at night. The senior high school entrance examination is a turning point in life, so we should strive for it.
How time flies. In an instant, we went from 1000 days to 1000 days. Looking at the shocking 1000 days, I understand that there is not much time left for all junior three students. One hundred days is too short, fleeting. One hundred days is too long, and every second counts. I hope that after a hundred days, I will still smile and I will be tired again. I have lived for so many days, why not fight again in the remaining 100 days! For nothing else, I can proudly say, "This 100 day has never been wasted! This kind of struggle is worthwhile! " The swearing-in meeting is really inspiring, but it also varies from person to person. For most people, it may only last for a week or even less, and few people can finish the senior high school entrance examination.
In three years, with a flick of a finger, the ancients said, "I studied hard at the cold window for ten years." The purpose is to gain fame. Since the age of five, we have been sent to kindergarten by our parents. Six years of primary school life, plus three years of junior high school life, is for the moment of the senior high school entrance examination. Time will be shorter and shorter, more and more tense, and there will be more and more homework at school. Mr. Lu Xun once said: "Time is squeezed out of a sponge." We should make full use of time, study hard and make progress every day.
The entrance examination is getting closer and closer to us, forcing us to have a sense of responsibility and mission. It urges us to do our best to finish our studies. Senior high school entrance examination, let's work together for you!
The composition of the senior high school entrance examination 14 The howling cold wind is blowing. The wind sneaked into the room through the window, and the exercise books on the table were blown in a mess. When Yu Guang caught a glimpse of this scene, I woke up from the deep sleep of my exercise book.
Take a notebook and look out of the window, only to find myself bored in the room for another afternoon. "Son, come and send the clothes upstairs." It was mom who called me. The time is just right. It's time to act.
I ran downstairs, holding my clothes, and rushed upstairs to the cloakroom to hang them. Sitting for a long time, the high-load action made my body unbearable for a while, panting and sitting on the stool. Sweat flowed from his forehead, and his beating heart gradually sank. The moonlight through the cracks in the curtains added a glimmer of light to the cloakroom.
Sweat gradually disappeared with the inner silence, opened the door and walked to the rooftop. A breeze blew away the fatigue of sleeping.
I stretched out my arms, stretched myself and took a breath of fresh air. My heart seems to have been washed, and carbon dioxide floated to the sky, which made me much lighter. The bright moonlight shines on this rooftop, and a person standing on the rooftop can't help thinking a lot.
Looking back on these days since the beginning of school, when I entered the third grade, I accumulated a lot of dullness in my heart, but now those dullness vanished in an instant, and the lightness of an instant made me feel unprecedented joy, and my melancholy cheeks were filled with a long-lost smile.
The third grade is a turning point, but the mentality has not been stable enough since the beginning of school. The teacher's several conversations didn't attract attention, just went in and out and never cared.
The flash has made me feel much more confident and have a deep understanding of the past. In the clear moonlight, I began to watch the replay of the past, a fragment, a fragment ... all these photos made me think deeply. Smart is just faster than others' brains, and it has never been outstanding.
The past made me unforgettable, and then made me full of confidence and fantasy. Recall the past and think about the future. The future sunshine will still shine, it will still be so prosperous, everything is alive, and the sunshine will always come to those who work hard.
Review the past in time, sum up yourself, look forward to the future, look forward to the future, and make continuous progress in such thinking.
Composition 15 "Mom, why didn't you call me earlier? I should be late. " I complained. "Well, hurry up, I'll take you to school." Mom said that she walked out the door. I brushed my teeth slowly, scraped a few mouthfuls of rice at random, got dressed and hurried out. Mom is already waiting outside the door. The north wind is blowing, and I am shivering with cold. Mother took off her coat and put it on for me. I complained endlessly, "why didn't you call me earlier?" If you are late, the teacher will be criticized. " We were walking on the road, and the cold wind whizzed past my ear, stabbing my ear like a knife.
When I got to school, I was really late. I rushed to the classroom. My mother looked at my back and shouted, "Don't run, be careful!" " "I was out of breath when I got to the classroom. In this way, after a morning. When I got home and entered the room, I shouted, "Mom, I'm back." At this time, the room was quiet and my father rushed out: "Shh! Your mother wore too little in the morning and caught a cold. She is resting now. " Tears welled up in my eyes when I heard this. My mother caught a cold for me. I quickly ran to my mother's bedside and said softly and guiltily, "I'm sorry, mom!" " "
From then on, I learned to do housework, honor my parents and be grateful. Parents gave us care, shouldn't we learn to be grateful? Parents love us, and we should also learn to love and understand our parents! It was that experience that made me understand my parents' love and learn to be grateful to my parents. We should care more and complain less; Be more grateful and less dissatisfied. Let's repay our parents' kindness with a sincere and grateful heart!