"root"

"rooting, germination, unearthing, long leaves, flowering, the result" "This is the necessary process for each plant to grow. In the process of growing each plant, the roots are transferred into the soil to absorb the nutrients in the soil, and then supply Used in various parts. Because of the existence of the roots, the flowers will be so bright and the fruit will be so full.

"Root" makes me look like a home of plants, and the place where I was born is my "root"

Live root

There is no door to the paint, and the courtyard of a few hundred square meters is planted with all kinds of vegetables. The house of 80 square meters is the place where I was born. Although there is no expensive furniture to dress it up, he is very clean. Although there are no strict windows to cover the wind and rain, he is very warm. I was born that day, crying and making trouble is my daily work, my parents never disliked me, and always patiently yelled at me, if I accidentally fell, they always lifted me up. "Children's songs, stories" accompanied me to grow up day by day, their love for me has never been shocked. I remember, in the winter when I was six years old, once, my parents were working outside the gate and secretly played a fire. I don’t know how to get it. I also got a fire on my foot. I stepped on the hot wheel. "Running outside the door, while running, shouting "Dad. Mom, I called the fire." After Dad heard it, he ran towards me. I stood on the platform and saw my father. I ran to the platform three times and five times. When he was not moved by something, he squatted on the platform. In order to save time and fear the fire burned to my feet, he climbed up the steps and climbed up step by step. The six-foot man was on the ground. Climbing, every step he climbed was like a knife cut in my heart. Fortunately, my father put out the fire on my foot in time and did not make my foot burn too seriously, but still left that record. The embarrassment of the next father's love is that "root" writes down your love for me.

Root

The wheels of the years are flying, I am seventeen years old. For some reasons, my parents go out to work. I have been studying in a different place. I have left the place where I was born for ten years. I am not thinking about him all the time. I look forward to the New Year every day. Just for my father to visit Grandpa, I took the opportunity to go home and look at it. I pushed the rusty door open. There were fallen leaves, withered branches, broken windows, broken glass, and bird droppings everywhere. It’s ruined, I love him, because that’s where I was born, because that’s the birthplace of love, think about it, I’ven’t been back for two years, I really miss him.

"Root" is the place where I was born, I love my "root".

Junior High School, Dashushubao Middle School, Yi County, Jinzhou, Liaoning Province