What I want to rely on most is you

In my sleepy eyes, I saw your figure, your thin but vague figure. For two years, I have been thinking about you so much; Woke up in the middle of the night, crying and calling for you; What I want to rely on most is you ...

Remember? In the past, at school, there were no amount of troubles. As long as I stopped at home and smelled the mouth-watering food, I forgot everything. I always rush into the house, throw down my schoolbag and shout at you, "Grandma, I'm home!" " I clearly remember that in the kitchen, under the "boom" range hood, you came back to see me and walked over to push me out of the kitchen. The greasy touch still remains on my skin.

when I am in trouble, I want to rely on you most.

under the dim light, there is gentle dust fluttering and falling on your silvery white hair. You lean on the old mahogany recliner, your favorite tin opera is sung on the radio on the Eight Immortals table, and you hum along with it, turning over a yellow cookbook at hand, and muttering a few words from time to time: "My little girl is growing up, so I have to make it up for her." I made a little noise inadvertently, which alarmed you. You looked at me standing at the door and said, "Girl, how about having a virgin chicken today?"

when I grow up, I want to rely on you most.

When you open your eyes, it's white with eyes full of weakness. When you look at it, you rush into the door in a hurry. When you enter the door, you shout to your parents sitting opposite, "You can't even take care of a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month?" Turn around, look at me who is sick, and say fondly, "How's it going?"? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lifted my back, gently picked me up, sat up, looked at my left hand full of pinholes and said lovingly, "I'm holding it, you eat it!" " Looking at your tender eyes, I saw your tenderness and sadness.

when I am weak, I want to rely on you most.

"I ask you to be serious and careful every time. Why do you only take this test?" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you urged your mother with an eyebrow: "The children have said that she tried her best. Besides, she is so excellent that there is little room for improvement!" Grandma, you know, if I had an iron at this time, I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows!

when I am wronged, I want to rely on you most.

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suddenly woke up from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years, you've been away from me for two years, and your face has changed from familiar to vague in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is less fragrant; Under the light, there are no tin dramas and recipes; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I was blamed, I was short of your help, but what I want to rely on most is your

model essay (2)

fatherly love in the rain

The last class, accompanied by the teacher's endless voice and the thunder in the air, went on in a depressed way. Looking out of the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth, and students are whispering in their ears-they are afraid of heavy rain!

as time goes by, I am on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars at the school gate, I am very anxious. How I wish he wouldn't come!

I can't remember clearly what the teacher said on the platform. In fact, I couldn't listen at all. I looked out of the window again. Fortunately, he didn't come. I breathed a long sigh of relief ...

The fatal bell rang. As soon as I grabbed my schoolbag, I flew out of the classroom and plunged into the boundless rain curtain. The rain poured on me quickly from the top of my head, but I was glad that he didn't come. Looking back at the school gate, the classmates got into the warm and spacious car one by one, and the sound of the motor gradually drowned out my thoughts ... "Son!" A thunder woke me up from my "dream". This familiar voice ... No! Look inside, here he comes! He is holding an old umbrella in his hand and an old man's bicycle. The rust on the bicycle is as irregular as the wrinkles on his face. He has a smile on his face. Although he is very kind, I feel uncomfortable all over. "Dad is late, I'm sorry, take an umbrella quickly, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly. Car after car passed by me, and I felt that my classmates in the car must be staring at him and his worn-out bicycle with disdain. My face felt a burning pain ... He seemed to know something, took out a worn-out five-dollar bill from his arms and handed it to me carefully. "I have to leave in advance. Go home by car." Say that finish, just get on the bus and disappear in the rain curtain with the sound of "creaking, creaking". Where he stood, there were only dense raindrops and two smoking cigarette butts. I knew that he never smoked ...

A stream of heat came to my mind. Some people say that handstand can keep tears from flowing, but my tears are out of control and I am confused. He is my father! Poor can't change the deep affection between father and son! I flew forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly. Two fiery hearts melted everything ...