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Parents are people who have been with me for 14 years. Parents always care for me unselfishly, perhaps because they grow up under the care of their parents, and feel that their parents' love is not as meticulous as before. When I was young, I could always find an anxious mother with an umbrella in the rain, but now I Sometimes I can only look at the raindrops floating from the sky. I used to be able to follow my parents wherever I went, but now I can only be with my books at home. Whenever I am always comforting myself, I am already big, no longer a child who needs to take care of myself, but at the same time, there is a burst of loss in my heart.

I can't remember the day. The early spring sky blew the cold north wind, and it was cold and bloody. I thought I had a cold and thought about whether my mother would appear. The sky slowly darkened. I walked with the disappointment in the early spring, comforting myself, and my parents might not be at home.

When I opened the door with a wet hair, I found my parents sitting together watching TV. I couldn't help but anger in my heart, and shouted at the surprised parents: "You are so worried, it is raining outside!" Why don't you give me an umbrella?" I really want to call out loud, but the cold body and the anger just after the rain, my voice is not big, and it is followed by a burst of headache. I can't care for the parents who are talking, just drop the bag and lie on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, my mother woke me up a little, and came to a bowl of ginger soup. When I was drinking, my mother looked at me, my eyes were full of pain and self-blame. I didn't see it when I was drinking. Sleeping, just the heart and the body are like warmth, no longer cold.

Woke up the next day, the sun was shining outside the window, and my head was taken away by the bowl of ginger soup. I went to the living room and found that there was a cold medicine and a steaming breakfast on the table. There was a note next to my mother’s handwriting: "Sorry, son! Mom and Dad didn't expect you to fall ill, I wanted to make you yourself." I know how to take care of myself, but I am a little hurry with your dad. Anyway, you have to believe that Mom and Dad will always love you..." Tears poured out, and the apologies in my heart screamed like sea water: "Dad, Mom, I am wrong. You guys..."

The other party changed the third day: Li Yuxin

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