We are like birds that have never grown up. With the sincere care of our parents, we have thrived and become a bird flying high. I am a sweet and sour fruit. We are happy to grow with the help of big trees. I will leave my parents one day when I grow up.

You always say that I am still a child, but I tell myself that I want to be an independent woman when I grow up. My mother heard that I am a good boy, but I think it is wrong to help my parents. But actually, I want to rely on you most. It's not money and material things that make me reluctant to leave you when I grow up. It's your eyes, your manners and your words that make me inseparable from you. I learned to walk when I was a child.

Once, you hit me with your hand. That was the first time you hit me. This impression will remain in my mind forever. When I got home, I was exhausted from school. Regardless of my feelings, you immediately asked me to plug in the rice cooker and wash the clothes I didn't wash yesterday. I am too tired to speak. You said to sweep the floor again. I will go again. Finally, I couldn't help it. My mother slapped me without saying anything, which hurt me to death. I went to ask her later, and she told me calmly: The teacher told her that I didn't do well in the exam, which made her very angry, and then my mother apologized to me. Now I know that my mother is educating me, making us make greater progress in the new semester and making me proud in front of my classmates. Mom, I can't live without you! It is your eyes that give me a lot of courage and strength. You are my sailboat. You always remind me that there is still a long way to go. You are my patron saint. You have brought me a lot of luck and made me grow up happily in this beautiful world.

Room 507, Gao Qiao Primary School, Xiaoshan District

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Rule number two: I want to rely on you most.

Lost dependence, leaving only deep memories and desolate beauty. ...

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Someone once asked me the taste of heartache, and I pondered it over and over again. The most painful thing when I was growing up was losing you, my grandmother.

Growing up, my hands seem to have been held by you. In the enlightenment education, it is not my parents who often appear in front of me, but you-grandma. I still remember when I was a child, you took me everywhere, played games in the yard of my hometown, loved me and spoiled me. Summer night, you held me in your arms and told me stories. That warm picture can't be erased from my mind.

When I got to school and got good grades, I told you at the first time that I was wronged and cried to you. Grandma, you are the pillar of my heart. I study hard, live honestly and win various awards just to make you proud of me, because I only knew how to make you happy when I was young.

I thought you could always be happy, but I still don't feel sad when you are ill, because every time I see your optimistic smile, I always believe that you will get better.

Over the years, every summer vacation, I have been clamoring for my mother to go back to my hometown to see you. I feel very excited every time. After returning home, the first thing I did was to jump into your arms and smell your familiar smell, as if I had got rid of all the burdens and gained freedom.

This year, I came back to see you as usual, but you couldn't see me. The spread of cancer cells has blinded you. Whenever I see my mother talking to my aunt with a heavy expression and tears in her eyes, I feel nervous and seem to perceive something inside. You still took my hand and said to me earnestly, "You have grown up and don't need grandma's care. You should study hard and be filial to your parents when you grow up. " I can only keep nodding, but my heart is so sad. I also want to tell you that I love you and I want to be filial to you. I want to be by your side forever, and let me be your support when I grow up.

However, it is too late to tell you these words now. Grandma "left" At that moment, my heart seemed to have fallen to the bottom, and sadness and helplessness came to my mind. I can only cry helplessly. I really tasted the pain of heartache and loss of dependence.

When I returned to my hometown again, all I saw was your tombstone. I want to suppress my emotions and learn to be calm, but I still can't help crying. The mind seems to be immersed in tears, and it is difficult to extricate itself. ...

Dear grandma, are you okay in heaven? Do you know that?/You know what? The feeling of missing you is the feeling of tears. I want to tell you too much, but I owe you these unspoken words, whether it is the bleak autumn wind or the whistling north wind. When spring comes again and the hard ice in my heart melts again, please remember that you will always be my granddaughter's inner support. ...

Day 1: Liu

-900 words

Rule 3: I want to rely on you most.

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

Do you remember? In the past, at school, there was not much trouble. As long as I stop at home and smell mouthwatering food, I forget 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 and saw me, walked over and pushed 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.

Soft dust flies in the dim light and falls on your silvery hair. You lean back on the old mahogany couch, and your favorite tin opera is on the radio on the Eight Immortals table. You hum along, turn over a yellow cookbook at hand, and mutter a few words from time to time: "My little daughter has grown up, I have to make it up for her." Inadvertently make a little noise and disturb 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.

Open your eyes, they are white, and your eyes are full of weakness. When you watch it, you will see that you rushed into the door in a hurry. As soon as you enter the door, you will shout to the parents sitting opposite you: "You can't even manage a child. How many times have you been hospitalized this month? " Turned around, looked at me morbidly, and said distressfully, "What happened? Is it better? Grandma brought your favorite bone soup, have some! " You gently lift my back, gently pick me up, sit up, look at my left hand full of pinholes and say with distress, "I'm holding it, you eat!" " "Looking at your gentle eyes, I see your tenderness and sadness.

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

"I ask you to be careful every time. Why do you only take this exam!" Whenever my mother's reproach sounds, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, I am no longer afraid. Pushing open the door, you raise your eyebrows and urge your mother: "The children say she tried her best. What's more, she is so excellent and 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!