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; 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 inadvertently make a sound and disturb you. You stood at the door and looked at me 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 lovingly, "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! When I am wronged, I want to rely on you most. ..... suddenly woke up from a dream. It turned out to be just a dream. It's been two years since you left me. Your face has changed from familiar to fuzzy in my heart, but what I want to rely on most is you. In the kitchen, the food is not so fragrant; Under the light, there is no tin drama, no menu; When you are sick, you lack bone soup; When I am blamed, I lack your help, but what I want to rely on most is you.

This needs to be revised by yourself.

Because streams, rivers and seas are far-reaching; Because of the blue sky, the sun is brighter; It is because there are people who are willing to work behind the scenes that the performers on the stage are gorgeous.

At the end of the year,1February is filled with a happy atmosphere, and the smiling faces of pedestrians can be seen everywhere on the streets decorated with lights. The new year's class meeting in the class will be held soon, and I am secretly looking forward to it, hoping to become a member of the host.

Being the host of the New Year's class meeting is something I have been waiting for for a long time. Beautiful clothes, beautiful pronunciation and the eyes of the audience ... I have presided over several flag-raising ceremonies, so I must be selected.

Imagine yourself presiding in front of the stage, filled with joy.

However, the news came that I was the author of the manuscript. "Where is the host?" I asked almost anxiously, but didn't hear my name.

My heart seems to sink into the cold sea. I seem to see others become the focus of attention on the stage, but I can only watch quietly and silently.

Between my thoughts, my eyes caught a glimpse of a cheongsam, which was my costume when I performed in the art festival, and my thoughts could not help but go back to the past. Waiting backstage before singing on stage that day. I didn't expect the backstage to be so lively. Prop group, punching group, makeup group ... everyone is busy. Although it is behind the scenes, everyone's face is full of smiles, as if proudly saying, "Although I am just a behind-the-scenes worker, I am equally happy and proud to contribute to the performance silently."

Thought of here, I can't help but breathe a sigh of relief. I sat at my desk and began to think quietly. Isn't it just as proud to write a wonderful manuscript?

Being behind the scenes and being willing to be a foil is a kind of mind, a kind of tolerance and a kind of spirit. Perhaps, when I sit under the stage and watch the host read the manuscript, I will be happy that I am a behind-the-scenes worker.

Thought of here, my heart is full of joy.