Feelings of "love"

The morning sun is still so dazzling, but I can no longer feel the initial warmth. Open your eyes. It’s no longer a cute smile that my mother is waving. No longer a good morning greeting from Dad. Not even the impatience of my sister, only the quiet walls, and the luggage bags that accompany me to spend every night of homesickness, as well as unfamiliar roommates.

Every morning, when I was asleep, I was always filled with the angry voice of my mother. It always allowed me to open the most beautiful curtain for a new day. "Oh, why are you still sleeping? Why are you still sleeping? What time is it? You see your sister, everyone is already eating, how do you still go to sleep, sleep is not a sleep." Can not stand the mother's embarrassment, helplessly scratching like a bird's nest hair hiding The toilet, the corner of the mouth, did not consciously rise.

I know that my mother's waist is not good, but I have always insisted on keeping everything in my house in order. Dear mother, I am sorry, I can't personally send you a holiday blessing. Mom, you have worked hard, your daughter is not filial, and you are not in your Stay with you.

I still remember the Ayu downstairs. I remember that Xiaoyu was sitting on the big stone bench. I was sitting on a small stone, holding my arms on my lap and listening to her telling the story about the dragon house... Tang and Song Dynasties, Sheng Ming and Qing. The left and right hatchbacks are commonly called horizontal houses. At the end of the left and right horizontal houses, a wall-shaped house is built and the main house is surrounded. One of the rooms is the "Dragon Hall", hence the name "Wei Long". The Hakka culture of Wailongwu is rich in content. The important symbol of her Hakka culture has been praised by many domestic and foreign experts as the pearl of the East, the wonderful architecture of the world, and an encyclopedia that can't be read. Xiaoyu is the person who loves to study ancient history in my class and who I admire. You always have a book fragrance on your body, and you still like it so far. Xiaoyu, are you ok? Are you getting along in the new school and the new classmates? May you be all well.

I still remember the day I left home. It was a bitter morning. I sat on the sofa and watched my mother busy and busy packing up my luggage. I also reminded me of the attention. When it was time, when I was going out, my dad looked at the wind outside the window and frowned. He thought for a while, still couldn't hear the emotional tone and said to me: "The weather is dry and cold outside, I will send you to the station!" "Well!" I responded with a sneak peek in my heart.

The cold wind whistling outside, and the bare trunks were blown by the wind. At the station, people come and go, you drive me to run forward. The wind is so big, my father is still straight and shields me from the cold wind. At this moment, I feel my father's deep love for me. Hope and hope, finally the car arrived! I rushed into the car and looked in the direction of the seat. At this time, a pair of big hands full of vicissitudes held my arm, and I looked back in horror. "There are so many people, I will help you with your luggage. You should go to the seat first." Dad reached for my bag and walked behind me, giving me peace of mind.

When I found my position, Dad put my baggage and used his generous palm to touch my head like a child. I wanted to say something, but just sighed and said "take care of myself." car. Until the car started, looking back to Dad, he still looked at the car in the wind, as if it was a lot of old.

The seven passions and desires in this world can always make me full of curiosity and cherish. Leaving home is a kind of experience for my future. I miss to support me, care for me, help my family and friendship. My dear mom and dad, my dear buddies, time urges us to grow up as dreams and fight for the future. You are the fortress on my life, the most beautiful sun. New life, a new starting point, let me take this gratitude, bravely meet new challenges, new ups and downs.

The third day of Luodong Middle School in Nan'an City, Quanzhou, Fujian Province: Huang Liping