When winter comes, the benches in the park are a little cold. I gently moved the scarf you gave me between my neck, and a smile appeared on my face. The wind sent a fallen leaf, and I caught it, quietly engraved the voice of this moment on it:

How are you, daughter?

In winter, the park is particularly deserted. Fortunately, there is a mother and daughter across the street to share 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. ...

……

The wind is colder. I tied the scarf around my neck tighter. I hope wind energy will bring this sound to you in the distance. Daughter, what I want to rely on most is you, help me to finish the last journey of my life, and I will dedicate my love to you all my life!

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!

I want to rely on you most.

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. Ignorant, I still don't understand. I have appreciation and encouragement in my eyes. I just feel that 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 got this position by virtue of my strength after winning 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 want to rely on you most.

I put my face on the cold stone tablet, just like I put it on my grandmother'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, yes, like ears." Grandma shook Fan Haha's leaves. 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 are woven into my midsummer night 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 looked up in fear and found grandma with silver hair. "Are you old?" I know the answer, but I have to ask such a cruel question. "Grandma is old, and you have grown up." Grandma said.

"Grandma is old, and you have grown up." This sentence easily moves me.

After a while, my grandmother and I went to enjoy the cool. Grandma's yellowed cattail leaf fan fell to the ground. I bent down to pick it up, only to find that grandma had fallen asleep on my back. Time flies, ten years have passed. Can I rely on my grandmother?

I thought my grandmother's illness would eventually get better. I haven't pulled away from my busy study in grade three. "My grandmother passed away." My world suddenly shook, and my heart was suddenly abandoned in the wind and tottering. It turns out that my heart has been relying on my grandmother for more than ten years, snuggling up to her heart to keep warm.

Can my granddaughter's tears reach you in the grave now? Please catch them if you can. That's your granddaughter's heart.

Comments: The highlights of the article are as follows: First, the careful setting at the beginning makes the author create suspense, which makes people think and attract attention. The "cold stone tablet" and "warm heartbeat" are in sharp contrast in feeling, suggesting the fact that grandma is dead, which pushed the emotion of the article to a high level from the beginning. Second, the emotional expression is true and meticulous. The author tells the story of her grandmother's care and love through memories, and shows the author's yearning for her grandmother through comparison before and after, highlighting the theme of "dependence". Third, the ending is profound, pushing the feelings of the full text to a climax. The long and profound homesickness and humorous and meaningful writing have upgraded this article to a masterpiece in the examination room.

I want to rely on you most.

"Grateful heart, thank you, accompany me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself ..."

The dusty DVD sang that hoarse song over and over again, and every note stirred a splash in my heart. Between flying beads and splashing jade, I seemed to catch a glimpse of grandma's kind smile again. ...

Grandma is my patron saint, an angel with a kind face and strict eyes. As long as I can remember, my grandmother's tall figure shuttled between narrow old houses. Her greasy apron is her constant costume, and the scarred thimble is her ring that never fades. There is a wonderful belief in a simple heart: as long as there is a grandmother, life is beautiful.

However, what about "you" who lost my life? Grateful heart will not tell me, and no one will tell me. I turned off the DVD angrily and looked at the pale test paper under the light. Those dozens of deep red blood stains bared their teeth and whipped the unhealed wounds in my heart like a whip. There is nothing I can do in the face of high platform diving-I am so timid and introverted.

Girl, what is urgently needed at the moment is a shoulder to cry on!

However, the person I want to rely on most, where are you? ……

Back in the dark night of that month, the ringing of thunder's phone brought bad news. Grandma, my world will collapse with your departure.

Yes, how long has it been since then? I lay on my back in a small bed, and the bed that I haven't made since you left is as messy as my mind. Grandma, I am struggling in the abyss of despair. Why don't you let me lean on your broad shoulders as always?

"Because you have grown up." A gentle voice full of love rings in my heart, with the echo of my last life.

"No, I'm still too weak and need support!" I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Grandma, what I want to rely on most now is you!" " "

"Silly boy, look down at your chest."

I looked down and saw that a withered magnolia flower was emitting its last fragrance-it was put on by my grandmother herself. At that time, grandma's face, haggard by illness, bloomed with pure and brilliant brilliance. ...

It turns out that grandma has left me with the courage to overcome setbacks. Even if heaven and man are separated forever, I can always rely on her broad love. She poured her love into fragrant flowers and took root in my soul!

Grandma, whenever, the person I want to rely on most is you-the angel in my life. But please rest assured that even if you are not by my side, I will be brave enough to be myself!

I want to rely on you most.

Dear Mom:

How are you doing? Happiness? Today is the day of my senior high school entrance examination, do you know? I miss you, mom!

Do you know that?/You know what? Since you divorced your father, I have been thinking about you day and night, and I often meet you in my dreams. Although I say I don't miss you and hate you, my thoughts are deeply rooted in my heart like a towering tree. I still remember that night, it rained heavily, and the thunder was mixed with the sound of your quarrel. The TV set was dropped, the window was broken, and my home was gone ... I could only hide in my room and cry. I tried to stop it, but I was paralyzed by fear and fear. In the end, I could only watch you part ways, and the court awarded me to my father. You left without looking back, and that weather-beaten figure will always be fixed in my memory. ...

Time goes by, year after year, when you are not with me, I am so tired. Mom, life in grade three is too difficult. I go to bed late every day and get up early in the morning. Once upon a time, I wanted to give up, but I kept on dreaming. However, mom, when I was knocked down by ruthless scores again and again, I was completely helpless. Without your care and encouragement, I almost despair. I want to hold your arm, rely on you, pour out my anguish and disappointment in life, and listen to your gentle voice to accompany me to sleep.

Mom, I want to share my little secret with you. On the road of youth, I can't find my way, just like a rabbit lost in the forest, and my heart is often stormy. I hope you can be by my side and teach me how to face this sudden change. Mom, you know what? How embarrassed I was when I first got my period. On the white skirt, the red one made me a laughing stock. I cried, secretly crying. At that time, I wanted to rely on you most.

I cried when I wrote this, and the examination room was very quiet. The voice of tears and the voice of heart rain seem so clear! I stayed up late last night and said I was reading, which was just an excuse. Actually, I'm waiting for you. Mom, I waited for you to cheer for me, but you didn't come. I thought you would call, but you didn't. I was so sad at that moment. I'm very nervous. What I want to rely on most is you. But, mom, I don't hate you, really, I know you have your difficulties and helplessness, mom, I hope you have a happy life! Although, I really want to rely on you.

Oh, mom, my good mother, the world is so big, I want to hold your hand, my good mother, the storm in my heart is coming, and I want to rely on you most!

Love your daughter.

X year x month x day

I want to rely on you most.

A few years ago, there was a narration in Zhang Yimou's movie Riding a Thousand Miles: "I don't know what they are talking about, but I know I can't do anything without them."

This is the movie I watched with you.

It was a fine day and I walked out of the cinema arm in arm. The sky is so quiet and blue that I am about to drip juice. You mumble over and over again, with a dignified expression and clear pupils.

"Go to my house to sit for a while! Will you go home in the future? " You suddenly stopped, and your tone was so gentle.

"Well, all right." After a little hesitation, I nodded.

Your home is located by the river. Pushing open the window, the gentle river wind came face to face. I bathed in the last glory of the sunset glow and enjoyed the sad beauty of the unfinished afterglow. You are busy picking your own mint, carefully washing it one by one and putting it in a white porcelain cup. When I was drenched by boiling water, a dense water vapor overflowed, with a wisp of fragrance, and surrounded me instantly, making me feel extremely relaxed. Taking the white porcelain cup in your hand, I saw your bright smile rippling among mint leaves, like a mature and slender cornflower blooming.

Drinking tea and enjoying the river view, you and I smile at each other from time to time. I feel at ease looking at your clean face. At that time, my parents and I were full of contradictions and often lost and depressed. Never mentioned it in front of friends, but you have insight into everything and are careful. Invite me to watch a movie and have tea to release my irritability bit by bit. Sitting in front of you, time has also been disrupted, as if there were only you and me between heaven and earth. When you leave, you hold the door frame and smile faintly: "Come often in the future!" " "I nodded without hesitation.

This invisible agreement has continued until now, and I will go to your house for afternoon tea every month. You often prepare snacks intimately, make tea with chrysanthemum and mint, and make sweet soup with apples. I told you my troubles quietly, and you accepted them generously, without a trace of complaint. At present, I am tired of learning and often lose my dreams. And your concern made me learn to bear it. I want to go on like this, rely on you, grow up together slowly, bid farewell to sadness and loneliness, and let this friendship shine.

Finally understand the meaning of that narrative. I can't do anything without you. I want to rely on you, not my parents.

In the poetic twilight, I look far away, as a beloved young writer thinks-if there is an afterlife, I would like to turn into a fruit tree on the Yuan Ye with you, looking at a deep cotton field, with dense fog and dew in the morning and starry moonlight at night. We will wait and love the four seasons like songs: flowers in spring, grass in summer, wind in autumn and snow in winter.

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!

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

……

Wake up suddenly 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.