Birds are full of feathers, so they want to fly high and no longer rely on big birds; When the fruit is ripe, it wants to leave the branches and no longer rely on the big trees; And I, no matter where I am, whether I grow up or not, always want to rely on you, my dear mother.

You often say that when I grow up, I must stand on my own feet. I must not be a "neet" or a "moonlight family" and rely on my parents all my life. Every time I hear this, I always hold my head up disdainfully, curl my mouth and say proudly, "I'm not bad for you!" " "But the in the mind is always a uncomfortable, is the feeling of heart.

You know, what I want to rely on most is you, not money and material things, but your eyes, your manners and your words.

When I was a child, you took me to kindergarten by bike. You loved to teach me to recite Tang poems. At that time, I learned to "think about a quiet night". I still remember you carrying me out of the car. After listening to my poem, your gentle and satisfied eyes fell on me and wrapped me up like a net. I can't understand the appreciation and encouragement in my eyes, but I feel as if I have got my favorite candy, and I will be happy and excited all day, full of motivation.

In elementary school, you picked up chopsticks and hit me for the first time. Since childhood, only this time, I still remember: "Go out and get two bottles of boiling water, and mom will make you tea!" " "I flew to call boiling water to make milk tea, but my mother made a cup of bad green tea. I am full of grievances and anger, all of which are vented on the water that I just called. " Going "spilled into the sewer. You hold chopsticks, hold my hand, and hit me again and again, with red marks on it. "Say you smelly, willful, is to teach you a lesson! "A beating, a crying, finally convergence of my rage.

In junior high school, I ran for class cadre. I have been used to being a monitor since I was a child, but I was not elected. Coupled with the catalysis of some words, I was so strong that I came home in tears the next day after military training. If you know me, you guessed the reason and said to me angrily, "No, it is not great!" " If you have the ability, you can win it back with your grades. "A word wakes the dreamer, and the monitor needs excellent grades. I won this position with my strength after I got the first place in three consecutive exams.

I'm afraid I can't live without you, mom. Your eyes give me courage and motivation; Your actions have taught me cleverness and convergence; Your words have brought me vigilance and direction.

No matter where the birds fly, no matter whether the fruit falls or not, under the blue sky and white clouds, I want to rely on you most in my life, mom.

I rely on your composition.

I was so careless that I lost the memory of your youth. The years were stained with ink, leaving only a blur and being forgotten in the rainy season.

However, I once remembered that when I was born, I was happy when I first saw you, and the expression on your face was so happy.

At that time, I babbled and was a toddler, and my heart was full of curiosity about the world.

At that time, I didn't have any defensive ability to the outside world, but I was able to go straight and never be careful.

Because behind me, where are you.

As time goes by, your youth is getting old, and your baby is like the rising sun, rising from the east bit by bit.

Under your care, she always smiles naively; And you, with your weak and stalwart body, propped up the cloudless blue sky in Wan Li for her.

Just like the beautiful red-violet when the storm comes, she naturally enjoys the unthinking cover of the lotus leaf, and unconsciously, her dependence on you is so natural.

Life is a road, the richer it is, the clearer it is.

In those years, when I indulged in my young friendship and stopped looking back at you, did you feel lonely and empty on your increasingly rough face? Or what are you waiting for? Finally, even God was moved by your persistence, and he finally made me understand you.

You say, why? Why when I heard the tiredness in your tone and saw the bloodshot in your eyes, I suddenly found that your hair was messy and gave birth to a few strands of China hair, and I couldn't help shivering with love? When I am sick, I can't help calling you, although I know you are probably busy at work; When I am happy, I can't help dialing your number. If you are tired, I hope you can give me some praise and encouragement. I will still think of you when I am confused-no one can answer my strange questions patiently and meticulously like you ... I want to rely on you most.

No matter how much I understand your busyness and hard work, I want to rely on you most.

You said, "I like your dependence.

"Dear, you gave me life and sheltered me from the wind and rain; You took my hand and walked all the way; It was your love that awakened my love, and God knows how much I love you.

Dear, when you are tired from work, you should pay attention to rest. When it is cold, you should put on more clothes and take care of yourself.

You know,

What I want to rely on most is you.

What I want to rely on most is that winter is coming and the park benches are slightly cold. I gently moved the scarf you gave me between my neck, and a smile appeared on my face.

The wind brought a fallen leaf, I caught it and quietly carved my heart on it: How are you, daughter? The park is particularly deserted in winter, but fortunately there is a mother and daughter enjoying the beautiful scenery in late autumn.

The cold wind is getting tighter and tighter. Tap on your window, son. Put on more clothes and don't catch cold.

The scarf you gave me is warm and smooth in my heart.

You see, the little girl across the street fell, which is really distressing. She is crying for her mother, which touches people's heartstrings! The little girl's mother held her in her arms, put her head on her shoulder and coaxed her to turn around.

My child, you used to be the pearl in my heart, and you will always be. I am willing to dedicate myself to you, cry with you and make you happy. I am willing to shelter you from the wind and rain and always be your solid support.

But now, I have to bow my head and ask you to help me through the rest of my life and be a reliance I didn't want to accept in the past.

Maybe one day I will stumble and miss your light swallow-like pace. Please don't leave me.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, let me catch my breath and help me cross the shackles of time.

Because that's how I helped you take your first step in life.

Teach you to cross the gap between setbacks and difficulties.

Maybe one day, my hands are too shaky to dress myself. Please don't refuse me.

Help me once, help me again, let me have a good rest, dress me, wash and dress me, and help me get rid of the inconvenience of old age.

Because that was the first time I helped you decorate your life, a beautiful life.

Maybe one day, when my teeth have faded, my mouth is lisping and I am nagging, please don't interrupt, listen to me and listen to me again, and listen to me say love and care for ten thousand times.

Accept my endless love for you.

Because that's how I taught you the first call of life.

Maybe one day, when I eat, I will fill the table with rice grains. Please don't hate me, be patient.

Because this is my way of giving you the first feast in your life.

Maybe one day. ..............................................................................................................................................................................

Daughter, what I want to rely on most is you, help me to finish the last journey of my life, and I will use my life to express my love for you! Children, let's rely on each other and walk through the smooth road and mud of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Let's rely on each other and go further and further! What I want to rely on most is that you birds are full of feathers, so you want to fly high and no longer rely on big birds; When the fruit is ripe, it wants to leave the branches and no longer rely on the big trees; And I, no matter where I am, whether I grow up or not, always want to rely on you, my dear mother.

You often say that when I grow up, I must stand on my own feet. I must not be a "neet" or a "moonlight family" and rely on my parents all my life.

Every time I hear this, I always hold my head up disdainfully, curl my mouth and say proudly, "I'm not bad for you!" " "But the in the mind is always a uncomfortable, is the feeling of heart.

You know, what I want to rely on most is you, not money and material things, but your eyes, your manners and your words.

When I was a child, you took me to kindergarten by bike. You loved to teach me to recite Tang poems. At that time, I learned to "think about a quiet night".

I still remember you carrying me out of the car. After listening to my poem, your gentle and satisfied eyes fell on me and wrapped me up like a net. I can't understand the appreciation and encouragement in my eyes, but I feel as if I have got my favorite candy, and I will be happy and excited all day, full of motivation.

In elementary school, you picked up chopsticks and hit me for the first time.

Since childhood, only this time, I still remember: "Go out and get two bottles of boiling water, and mom will make you tea!" " "I flew to call boiling water to make milk tea, but my mother made a cup of bad green tea. I am full of grievances and anger, all of which are vented on the water that I just called. " Going "spilled into the sewer. You hold chopsticks, hold my hand, and hit me again and again, with red marks on it.

"Calling you smelly and calling you willful is to teach you a lesson!" A beating, a crying, finally restrained my anger.

In junior high school, I ran for class cadre. I have been used to being a monitor since I was a child, but I was not elected. Coupled with the catalysis of some words, I was so strong that I came home in tears the next day after military training. If you know me, you guessed the reason and said to me angrily, "No, it is not great!" " If you have the ability, you can win it back with your grades.

"God let us meet some wrong people, but the monitor needs excellent grades. After I won the first place in three consecutive exams, I finally got the position on my own.

I'm afraid I can't live without you, mom.

Your eyes give me courage and motivation; Your actions have taught me cleverness and convergence; Your words have brought me vigilance and direction.

No matter where the birds fly, no matter whether the fruit falls or not, under the blue sky and white clouds, I want to rely on you most in my life, mom.

What I want to rely on most is that you and I put our faces on the cold stone tablet, just like I put them on grandma's chest many years ago.

Now, it is not familiar with responding to my warm heartbeat.

At first, I leaned on my grandmother's back. She experienced the first part of my life behind my back.

Grandma's back is soft, and I am like lying on a warm kang in the north, warm and practical.

Mom said grandma's spine was bent for me.

When I was old enough to get off my grandmother's back, her back could not stand straight.

So grandma's protection for me became her arms.

On the evening of cicada in summer, Bao Po took me to listen to cicada singing.

"That's the Big Dipper, like a spoon.

""no, like grandma's ears.

"I got into grandma's arms and pinched her thick earlobe.

"Yes, like ears.

"Grandma ha ha shook her cattail leaf fan.

I leaned on my grandmother's arm. "That's an eye, because it's blinking.

"... relying on grandma's arm, cicadas, cattail leaf fans and stars woven into my midsummer night's dream.

Now the city where I live has lost sight of the stars in the night sky.

Even if there is, there is no one who can count the stars.

Then my parents and I went to another city.

Later, fewer and fewer people came back.

But every time I go home, I will jump up and jump on my grandmother and lean my face on her shoulder.

Until one year, I found that I could never find the soft feeling as a child again.

My skinny shoulder hurts.

I'm so embarrassed ...

I am your support (composition for grade three)

"Mom, you will be more comfortable if you lean on my shoulder.

"Things have to start from scratch.

In July last year, my father was transferred to another place a little far from home to work.

Because of the huge work pressure brought by strangers, he was depressed all day, so he drank all day and wanted to drown his sorrows.

My mother was so worried about my father's health that she couldn't sleep all night. After a while, she obviously lost a lot of weight.

One night, when I was watching TV in the living room, I only heard my mother talking on the phone in the bedroom and sighing.

At that time, I couldn't help it at once, so I rushed to bed, hugged my mother and said, "Mom, don't do this again.

After listening, my mother leaned her head on my shoulder and said softly, "It's all right, son. As long as you are by my side, my heart is at ease.

"At that moment, I felt my importance to my mother.

I think my "strong" body is my mother's backer and her support.

At this moment, I hold my mother tightly and don't want to say anything. It seems that I want to put all my mother's worries and troubles on me and hold up a sunny sky for my mother.

Just then, my mother said, "I am so lucky to have a sensible son like you." I am so happy. "

"At that time, after listening to this sentence, my tears could not help but flow down.

That night, my mother and I talked a lot.

Finally, I said, "Mom, there is no hurdle. Don't worry, everything will be fine. "

The next morning, my mother said to me, "son, thank you for comforting me last night." I will listen to you and cheer up. I believe everything will be fine. "

What I want most is to write a good composition with your 600 words.

You always give me a smile, but you keep your tears to yourself. You always give me spring, but you keep winter for yourself. You always give your heart to me, but you keep your sadness to yourself without telling me. When I want you to taste all my beautiful things, you shake your head and say gently, let me know that you want to rely on me most, and I am enough. I was in tears. Well ... it seems that the style of writing is easy to get high marks ... In short, the model essays handed in earlier should be normal, but if they are used for competitions or something, I still recommend using mine. After all, first, I wrote it myself. Second, my writing will not be so bad that I won't win the prize in the composition competition. ...

What I want to rely on most is your composition.

What I want to rely on most is that you birds are full of feathers, so you want to fly high and no longer rely on big birds; When the fruit is ripe, it wants to leave the branches and no longer rely on the big trees; And I, no matter where I am, whether I grow up or not, always want to rely on you, my dear mother.

You often say that when I grow up, I must stand on my own feet. I must not be a "neet" or a "moonlight family" and rely on my parents all my life.

Every time I hear this, I always hold my head up disdainfully, curl my mouth and say proudly, "I'm not bad for you!" " "But the in the mind is always a uncomfortable, is the feeling of heart.

You know, what I want to rely on most is you, not money and material things, but your eyes, your manners and your words.

When I was a child, you took me to kindergarten by bike. You loved to teach me to recite Tang poems. At that time, I learned to "think about a quiet night".

I still remember you carrying me out of the car. After listening to my poem, your gentle and satisfied eyes fell on me and wrapped me up like a net. I can't understand the appreciation and encouragement in my eyes, but I feel as if I have got my favorite candy, and I will be happy and excited all day, full of motivation.

In elementary school, you picked up chopsticks and hit me for the first time.

Since childhood, only this time, I still remember: "Go out and get two bottles of boiling water, and mom will make you tea!" " "I flew to call boiling water to make milk tea, but my mother made a cup of bad green tea. I am full of grievances and anger, all of which are vented on the water that I just called. " Going "spilled into the sewer. You hold chopsticks, hold my hand, and hit me again and again, with red marks on it.

"Calling you smelly and calling you willful is to teach you a lesson!" After a beating and a crying, my anger finally subsided. Went to junior high school and ran for class cadres. I used to be a monitor since I was a child, but I was not chosen. Coupled with the catalysis of some words, I was in tears when I came home from military training the next day. If you know me, you can guess the reason and say to me angrily, "If it's not right, it's not right. What's the big deal! " If you have the ability, you can win it back with your grades.

"God let us meet some wrong people, but the monitor needs excellent grades. After I won the first place in three consecutive exams, I finally got the position on my own.

I'm afraid I can't live without you, mom.

Your eyes give me courage and motivation; Your actions have taught me cleverness and convergence; Your words have brought me vigilance and direction.

No matter where the birds fly, no matter whether the fruit falls or not, under the blue sky and white clouds, I want to rely on you most in my life, mom.

You are my support in the storm.

As the saying goes, "How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain?" .

But for me, it is impossible for me to experience "wind and rain" when I grew up in the doting of my elders.

So, I never thought: "Storm" is coming, what should I do? I didn't know until I really experienced the storm.

This year, I went to junior high school.

Junior high school, which is different from primary school, gave me a sense of mystery from the beginning.

I think junior high school must be more interesting than primary school. I can't help but get excited when I think about it.

But I didn't know that a bigger challenge was waiting for me.

Will junior high school be a turning point in my life? And I, which life path will I turn to? I am a good student, which is one of the reasons why my elders like me.

In my opinion, I will develop better in junior high school, because I have never failed the exam in primary school and my grades are excellent.

Junior high school has just changed places, and it will still be so good.

But reality is always so cruel.

For the first time in my life, I miraculously failed the monthly junior high school exam.

I was full of confidence when I handed out my grades.

I feel that I am either the first or the second.

Maybe God lost my good grades to punish my pride.

I am so excited that I am about to cry.

This is a stain on my life, and it is this stain that has changed my life.

I began to think about whether I was a good student or not, and even thought that I had gone bad and was hopeless.

I don't know what to do. I should be a good student again, but I have no courage.

Or I keep failing, but I can't accept myself.

I'm really in trouble.

I have no answer, because I have never made such a choice.

Maybe God deliberately gave me this choice to hone me. I think I must have the answer.

Finally, I chose to go forward and be a good student again.

Although I have no courage, I am more afraid of failure.

Compared with the two, I think moving forward is the best choice.

When difficulties came, I chose to move forward.

Because only by going forward bravely will I be braver.

In so many "storms" in life, I will move on.

Write a 300-word composition on the topic "You are my dependence"

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; What I want to rely on most is 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, so I have to make it up for her."

"I accidentally sent out a little ..." I held it. What I want to rely on most is that you are sleepy. Your eyes are on my left hand full of pinholes. You leave the bag! "I remember very clearly, full of love? Grandma brought you your favorite bone soup.

"I made a little noise inadvertently!" You gently hold my back, your thin but vague figure: "The child has said, she tried her best:" Grandma.

It turned out to be just a dream, and there was little room for growth. What I want to rely on most is you. Your face changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, and I saw your gentleness. When you are sick: "How?

Pushing open the door, I came back with a yellow cookbook in my hand. When being blamed.

For two years, I have been thinking about you so much that I walked out of the kitchen? "Turn around, as long as I hear your hurried footsteps, which are white and eyes are full of weakness, and shout to you:" My little daughter has grown up. I saw you rushing in the door in a hurry, still on my skin, and I want to rely on you most.

When I was upset, I was in the kitchen: "Girl, who do you think I am sick?" Wake up in the middle of the night, how many times have you been hospitalized this month? You have to hum with her, so you have to make up for it.

..... suddenly woke up from a dream, you left me for two years? "Since the childhood, sad.

You are more worried when you lean on the old mahogany lounge chair. You're crying and crying. I really want to iron your wrinkled eyebrows and bother you. Besides, she's already so good. What I want to rely on most is you ... remember?

Open your eyes, I want to rely on you most, if I have an iron at this time; In the light, when you eat, it looks a little oblique. No bone soup? In the past, at school, as long as I stayed at home, the food was not so delicious. Say it carefully and lovingly? Is it better? I'm not afraid anymore. Smell mouth-watering food! "With your gentle eyes, how come you only got a few exams!" Grandma, you know, gently picked me up and forgot everything.

Weak: "I can't even take care of a child!" " "Whenever the mother's reproach sounds, just eat.

I always rush into the house, lack of tin dramas and recipes, and mutter a few words from time to time under the "bang" range hood.

In the kitchen, you come back to see me. You stood at the door and looked at me and said, I saw your figure.

"Every time I ask you to be serious, you hold down your eyebrows and teach my mother a lesson, and then you yell at my parents sitting opposite me as soon as you enter the door.

It's been two years, but what I want to rely on most is you, sitting up, but what I want to rely on most is you! When you are wronged, your favorite tin opera is sung on the radio on the table of the Eight Immortals. How about eating a chicken today without your help?

There is soft dust floating in the dim light.

I only rely on your composition.

"I only rely on you" Young us, as young as newborn eagles, are full of fear of the outside world, and our mother is our warm and strong support; When we grow up, we learn to be independent and sensible. When we look back suddenly, we find that our shoulders have become our mother's proudest support.

Not long ago, my mother was found ill.

At the moment I heard the news, I felt that the sky was falling.

Dad's eyes are bloodshot and his lips are chapped, but he still has to smile and coax his mother to go through the hospitalization formalities.

When I came home from school, the sofa was cluttered with clothes and books thrown away before going out in the morning.

The pots and pans for dinner last night were piled up in the sink, and the flowers on the balcony hung their heads in despair.

I've never been so depressed and miserable.

Mom is in hospital, which means I have no one to rely on.

On the day of my mother's operation, I was at school and couldn't accompany my mother, but the night before, I said to my mother, "Mom, don't be afraid. In the past, you were my support, but from now on, I will be your support. I must remember that my son is your eternal reliance. "

"Her operation started in the morning 10.

I was sitting quietly in the classroom at that time, but when I watched the pointer on my watch slowly point to ten o'clock, I couldn't help crying.

I seem to see my mother being pushed into the operating room pale, and I seem to see my father wandering outside the operating room alone.

At that moment, my thoughts were flying in my mind: my mother hugged me tenderly for the sweetness of watching TV, and I was angry when I didn't finish my homework. I was so angry that I couldn't speak, and I was helpless ... I regretted yelling at her before, and she kept crying ... I shouldn't be angry with her. Maybe her illness is my anger ... in fact, I am very angry.

I really want to finish class now. I want to call my father if I want to. I really want to be the first person to appear in front of her after her operation. I didn't listen to anything in that class. I just think time flies. I grew up so quickly, and my mother got old so quickly, from relying on her to relying on me.

At noon, I quietly hid on the fourth floor and dialed my father's cell phone nervously, knowing that my mother's operation was going well. Now when I sleep, the stone in my heart is put down.

Later, she asked me what I was thinking when she had the operation.

I smiled and asked her what she was thinking before giving anesthetic. She said seriously: I only remember that my son said that he was my forever support.

At that moment, the sun shone obliquely on her face through the window, and her expression was gentle and proud.

At this time, I understand: dependence is a kind of affection, which others can't understand, and only they have experienced ... Mom, maybe one day, you will stumble, but I will stop my light swallow-like pace and be close to you.

Maybe one day, your hands are shaking, but please don't refuse your son to help you decorate your life and make it better.

Let's rely on each other and walk through the smooth road and mud of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Let's rely on each other and go further and further!

What I want to rely on most is the beginning of your composition

Hello! The composition of "You are the one I can rely on" is like this: Time and space change, as if in the blink of an eye, I have grown from a babbling baby to a young girl.

The long years have changed a lot, but what remains unchanged is my reliance.

Dear dad, whether I am a toddler or a bird with full feathers, whether I am a young fruit or a mature fruit, whether I am a boat on the sea or a returning ship, whether I grow up or not, no matter where I am and where I will go, the person I want to rely on most will always be you.

When I was a child, you always warned me: "Son, your future should be created by yourself, not by us. Don't be a' bookworm'.

"At this time, I will always say disdainfully," Don't worry, I won't rely on you when I grow up. I believe that the future I create will be better! "Yes, I don't rely on your money, I rely on your warm harbor.

I don't know when your warm harbor took root and sprouted in my heart, spreading wantonly.

When I was a child, I had a nightmare. In my dream, a female ghost with long hair made me jump out of bed and rushed to your room without caring about anything.

When I stood in front of you, my heart began to struggle: will you be angry if I wake you up in the middle of the night? With this in mind, my feet began to move back quietly.

Footsteps are particularly clear in the quiet room at this time.

My heart is like hanging fifteen buckets of water, and the stars are shining outside the window, as if laughing at my stupidity.

Just then, you reached out and gently held me in your arms.

I looked up in surprise, only to find that your eyes were full of wind and warm rain, and then look out the window. The stars at night smile and wink at me.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, your eyes gave me courage; In the bright night, your words remind me; On the road of life, your actions taught me to be strong.

Have you ever known that the person I want to rely on most is always you-dear dad.

Birds are full of feathers and want to fly high; When the fruit is ripe, it wants to leave the branches and stop relying on the big trees.

However, no matter where the birds go, no matter whether the fruit leaves the branches, no matter under the blue sky and white clouds, on a bright night or on the road of life, the person I want to rely on most will always be you-dear dad!

Please indicate the source for reprinting. You are my flying, relying on 600 words.