What I want to rely on most is your 500-word composition-you always seem to have infinite strength to support me and let me witness the importance of your existence; You are an indispensable partner in my life journey, and you are my life's support.
You are thunder, snow and sudden wind, sweeping away all procrastination, delay, hesitation and laziness; You are a drum, a horn, and a standard, urging people to go forward boldly and improve day by day; You are the sunshine, rain and dew, and the dew, which helps me to be quick-thinking, energetic and free-flowing; You release your potential, let the difficulties retreat, and let the goals approach. Life without you is unusual, life without you is unusual.
You just came into my heart in the fourth grade, and you haven't left yet; I remember when I was in primary school, mathematics became the Achilles heel of my study. My parents and classmates are very worried about my math, but I can't get any grades, but since I have you, I find that I actually have great potential to learn math well. Gradually, I no longer have headaches, and I am not afraid of math. Didn't you give me all this? Some people say that "only you can make achievements, and achievements will be even more inseparable from you", which is true. I am lucky and proud because I have you. You are my support in the long road of studying.
You're amazing. Once you fall into my heart, you can't get rid of it. With the passage of time, you quietly accumulated in my heart, like an altar of old wine, a longer mika; My dependence on you is increasing day by day. You are the foundation of success, you are the most precious wealth on my life path, and you are the applause and applause on my growth path.
Your rock-like foundation is deeply buried in my heart. With you, I have the most beautiful rainbow after the ups and downs. With you, I seem to have the whole world. I want to declare to the world: what I want to rely on most is your confidence!
What I want to rely on most is your composition. 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.
What I want to rely on most is your 500-word three-in-one greeting, a word of concern, even if it is thousands of miles away, I want to rely on you most.
I was originally born in a small city. In order to have a broader future, my mother and I came to xx, but you stayed in the field and met you less often. But whenever I am in trouble, you are the first person to ask me and care about me. Whenever and wherever, I want to rely on you most.
When I came to xx, I studied harder. I know how many times you tried to dial the number and put it down. But when I knew that my condition was not enough to be admitted to the ideal junior high school, you called so urgently again. I haven't had time to feel sad, but you are more anxious than anyone else.
In the video call, you saw my melancholy eyes at first sight, but there was no blame in my complicated eyes, only heartache. You opened your mouth to say something, but there was no sound in the end. After a silence for a while, I spoke first, explained the reason, and then lowered my head, afraid to meet your disappointed eyes. But you just hesitated for a moment, and your eyes became firm. You only said two words to me: "Come on!" "I know that behind your precious words is your expectation for your son's success.
I put my mobile phone on the bed, and my tears slowly flowed out. You tried to make your hoarse voice as gentle as possible, but you talked about yourself without comfort. Tell me about the ups and downs of your childhood and the heroic temperament of facing the wind and rain. ...
In the misty eyes, I saw you as young as the wind. I dried my tears and saw the happiness I had with you in the past. The little boy who rides around your neck and overlooks everything, the little boy who likes to run in the rain, so much happiness is because you have been sheltering me from the wind and rain! In fact, you have been by my side all these years!
My tears welled up again. I remembered your gray hair, rough hands and weather-beaten face, but your eyes were always clear and firm. I know what I should do.
Although we are thousands of miles apart, although we are in a different place, although Qian Shan is full of water and misty eyes, I only want to rely on you, my father.
What I want to rely on most is your 500-word composition, which is as high as touching the sky and as wide as holding the sea. Your hug is the belief I want to rely on most. -inscription
That year, in midsummer, I was playing happily in the countryside and received your phone call: "Mom has something to do, so I have to ask your dad to accompany me to the hospital. You should be obedient these two days! " When a bolt from the blue came, I lost interest in playing and ran home at once.
Seeing you sitting as if nothing had happened, my hanging heart fell by half. When you ask about your illness, you always mutter "nothing, a slight illness". Later, my father told me the truth-you need surgery, and the time is about two weeks. At that time, I finally knew how afraid I was of you leaving.
I accompanied you to the hospital the day before the operation, but you still casually said, "Well, this ward is not bad." Holding back my tears, I went out silently. Because of the school, I can't accompany you to the operation.
Grandma's cooking doesn't taste as good as before. I was very upset at school all day. Class, class, class ... The bell rang in my ear again and again, but my thoughts had already drifted to the ward: you should be in surgery, I know your cowardice, it doesn't matter ... The teacher criticized me three times in that whole math class, and the last time I got angry and yelled at me. My heart is back. After school, I opened the door and said, "Mom, I ..." Looking at the empty house, I froze and burst into tears. Putting down my schoolbag seems to relieve my fatigue. After a while, I seem to have some instructions for the kitchen. "Mom, why didn't you cook ..." No wonder, you miss the tinkling of cooking. Two days passed, looking at the messy sink and sofa, I was silent. Jumping on the bed, loneliness fills me. My heart seems to be shouting "I'm hungry, mom" and "I miss you, mom".
When she nags, I always dismiss it; I always ignore her advice ... looking at the messy books on the table, mountains of clothes, pots and pans in the pool. I suddenly realized how terrible life is without my mother. Loneliness pervaded, and at that moment, I realized how much I longed for her company.
Two weeks later, she returned home in triumph. I am as happy as a hunter when he sees food. I rushed to hug her and shouted, "Mom, I miss you. I want to rely on you most. "
Time passes slowly, and I want to spend more time with her. Although the traces of time are slowly emerging, she is still my reliance!