On the road of growing up, I stumbled forward. The road is tortuous. With the support of parents, friends and teachers, the journey is no longer difficult. When I succeeded in leaving one successful footprint after another, I forgot to say thank you to them.

Once, the teacher assigned an assignment-saying "I love you" to my parents. But my family is normal and my parents are not so open. If I suddenly say this, my parents will be flattered and I will hesitate. ...

That night, everything was as usual. Mom is knitting a sweater and dad is drinking tea with his eyes closed. They try not to make a sound, so as not to affect me. In this silence, I was lost in thought: I can feel my parents' love, but why can't I say it? Don't I love them? Is it because I don't know love? No, no. I shook my head vigorously. The night sky outside the window is heavy, losing the blue of the past and falling into darkness.

Finally, I didn't say it.

In the morning, my mother put my schoolbag on my back and sent me downstairs. She seemed to remember something and told me to wait where I was. She turned and ran back, and the short figure disappeared from my sight. Step by step, her messy hair floated up and looked very dry. Fuck? When I was a child, I loved to touch my mother's hair, which was dark and bright. Why did it suddenly turn yellow? As if it were just overnight. Or, I forgot to look at my mother's hair, and I forgot to care about my mother who is no longer young. She rushed over. Thermos flask in hand-holding the brewed reed root tea. "Drink more, clear away heat and reduce fire." Mother reached out and cut my hair.

I have no choice. "Mom, I have something to say. I have a task ... I love you. " I thought I had taken a step.

"I knew it. In short, what does it matter if you say it or not? Don't worry, be careful on the road. "

I'm surprised, and my mother knows it. In short, it doesn't matter whether you say it or not. This sentence should be kept in mind, buried in the heart, not hung in the mouth.

Love is both receiving and giving. I lack giving, and my heart seems to be a desert. Parents have worked hard and never paid back. They know love, but I don't.

It was Mother's Day, but my mother was ill. I didn't buy flowers or small gifts. I just sent a pill and a glass of water. I just covered my sleeping mother with a quilt. Knowing how to give is a big step in my heart, which is more precious than all vain "love"

It is a long process from ignorance to understanding. I finally learned to love, learn to pay, and pay from the bottom of my heart. This is the most stable and deepest footprint I have taken on the road of growing up.

because of you

The night sky in early winter is grayish black and heavy. The bleak wind, mixed with cold little pearls, danced wildly in the air and fell violently to the ground.

This rain is nothing but worse for me. Depressed mood blocked a boulder. I don't feel well anywhere. This situation lasted for one night. The raindrops outside the house are pattering, and the sound of falling on the ground has upset me. In addition, the sneezing and cutting sounds in the house, alas ... my irritability has deepened a lot. I'm really tired of it. I can't do my homework with the same voice! The whisper in my heart seems to be understood by my mother. She went to the TV cabinet and brought the medicine cabinet. He put his hand over his mouth looking for medicine, and said, "I'll take more medicine and try to get over my cold as soon as possible." Alas, only a few pieces. You should close the door in the back room and keep your voice down! " She poured boiling hot water, shook it, barely swallowed it, caressed her chest, took a gulp of cold water and said, "Go and do your homework!" " "

I went back to the house, pulled open my chair, sat at the table, drew many staggered lines on the paper with my pen, and threw it away. The pen fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. Really, tonight is too "miserable". As I said, I closed the door, but the sound reached my ears as always. I went back to my desk, suppressed my anxiety and hastily finished my homework. Turning on the computer and putting on headphones, the melodious melody of classical music seems to have brought me into a dream world, and I feel like I'm on cloud nine. Mother pushed open the door and came in. As soon as I took off my headphones, I cut into the ear valley, and my irritability was immediately hooked out, and the "little sun" slipped away at once.

Tossing and turning at night, I finally fell asleep with the ticking. I don't know when, a pair of hands lifted my head, I rubbed my hazy eyes and vaguely saw my mother. I tried to open my eyes wide, and an unpleasant smell of medicine rushed into my nose. "I have prepared medicine for you. Drink it quickly and take precautions. " I endured the unpleasant smell and drank it reluctantly, and another glass of water was handed to my mouth. I touched it tentatively with my mouth. "Warm, just right." Mom said. This is my face accidentally touching my mother's sleeve, cold and wet. I saw a plastic bag of cold medicine on the table and an open umbrella on the ground. It also drips water on the floor from time to time. I suddenly understood and bowed my head. Mother tucked me in, turned off the light and left. At this time, I clenched my fist and wanted to beat myself. My heart is sour, I feel something pressing, I can't breathe, and tears are spinning in my eyes. In the dark night, my mother walked with an umbrella and braved the wind and rain to buy medicine for me. Tears finally uncontrollable, moist eyes. Seeing my mother was ill all night, I ignored her, bothered her to sneeze, and looked at her reproachfully. Blame her illness and disturb my homework. What are these behaviors? It's raining. My sick mother bought me preventive medicine and asked me to add clothes. I was indifferent, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt tears running down my cheeks and onto my pillow. ...

The rain continues to fall, just like the night is playing hymns, sneezing and cutting, showing the mother's love for her children. Because today, I understand love and the greatest love in the world. Because of my mother, I have it; Because of my mother, I enjoy it!

here

There is a secret garden here. The garden is full of sweetness and happiness that belongs to everyone.

-inscription

Everyone has a personal secret garden in his heart, which is full of happiness, bitterness and sweetness.

In this garden, I am full of thoughts and memories. This garden is the soul. When I was a child, I liked to sit on my grandfather's lap, look at the sky and ask many strange questions. Whenever this happens, grandpa always touches my head with his hand and looks at me with mirth. This smile is a fixed album, which has been stored in the depths of my mind. I remember my grandfather once took me to the fields, where I saw the ocean of sunflowers. He told me: "In fact, everyone has a secret garden in his heart, which carries everyone's dreams and memories." I didn't really understand it then.

When I grew up, I followed my parents to the city. Since then, I have stayed away from that smile and care. So, here is full of ideas. I can only visit him every weekend. Seeing him again after leaving for three years, he is no longer mighty, his body is obviously bent, and his forehead is covered with rings of years. I looked at him for a long time.

Later, when I was in the third grade, I never had time to see him again, and the telephone line pulled up our thoughts. Although I am satisfied to hear his voice, I still have a lingering concern in my heart. Grandpa always gives me comfort for various reasons, so that I am no longer lonely. This is a long rope, a long miss in my heart. Nowadays, it is not the essence of reality, but a bridge to heaven. I know he is looking up at my stars on the other side of the sky. I haven't forgotten the garden he mentioned, because it is full of thoughts and worries, and full of what I want to say to you.

Did you hear my voice? I heard that the thoughts in this garden can bring you my concern, so calling has become my insistence.

Yes, the most touching concern here is that there is a flower full of calls. This secret garden is the heart, the simplest side and the softest place in my heart.

After you left, I understood that this garden carries not only dreams, but also love. Here, it is love that pours care. Here, how far it is forever and how long it lasts. You see, the language of love in the garden carries the heart.

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?

-inscription

Life grows in the process of facing and overcoming setbacks. On the road of life, only by leaving solid footprints step by step can we reflect the value of life, which was inspired when my father and I walked together on the dirt road.

After the results of the competition came out, I learned that I had existed in Sun Shan in name only, and my mood was as gloomy as the weather at that time, shrouded in a haze, and I couldn't calm down for a long time.

When I got home, after dinner, my father saw that I was depressed and said that he would take me for a walk in the fields after I got home. I listlessly agreed. It has just rained, and the air is fresh. The surrounding ears of rice and Shan Ye have experienced the baptism of wind and rain, and they are full of vitality. I looked at the vibrant scene and relaxed a little. Then the father said, "Can you find footprints when you come?" I looked down at the ground and soon found it, showing it to my father. The father asked again, "Can you find footprints when the weather is fine?" I answered at once, and my father asked me why. I said, "When it rains, the land becomes muddy and leaves traces." As he walked, his father said, "Isn't this like life?" "Life?" I suddenly woke up, yes, after the baptism of wind and rain, I can leave traces on the road of life and realize the value of life. I watched my father's firm steps and thought carefully about the wisdom gained in the process.

Frustration is the storm on the road of life. Only through the baptism of wind and rain can we leave traces of life, the value of life and the meaning of life.

I am full of energy and fighting spirit. I will never forget the wisdom I gained when I walked with my father on a dirt road. I will leave footprints to show my value and write a new path with my actions.