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Apple - reading "Love, hidden in the heart" I feel that I have a happy home, Mom and Dad love me very much, and I love them very much.
On the third year of high school, they are more fond of me, no matter how expensive, as long as it is good for me, a word, "buy"! I started to like to eat an apple. I only bought it when I queued up at the big supermarket. The price was very expensive. I took the bus to my dormitory. Dad loves me.
I don't know when, every time my father buys an apple, he will always be embarrassed by his mother. The reason is that there are always a few bad apples bought, but good ones are eaten by me, and bad ones are eaten by mothers, every time. Because my mother loves me.
Slowly, I began to suspect that my father was not stupid. Why didn’t I buy a few bad apples at a time? I was discovered by one accident that time. Dad is really smart. I sneaked out of the door and saw my father bought a good apple. But I still came back and said a lot by my mother. If every apple is good, it will definitely not be embarrassed by her mother, because there are several apples that have broken and looked at Apple. The trace of damage on the skin, I realized that it was his intentional crush. I saw a sweet smile on my father's face. Although the mother said a lot, but he did not say anything, after a while, my mother took the bad apple to eat.
Looking at it all quietly, I was a little overwhelmed and my heart was sour and sweet. I understand, I understand it thoroughly. Your apples are delicious, if they are all good, then they will leave it for me to eat. If there is a damaged apple, it will be all to my mother. It turned out that this is the real intention of Dad, the love between Dad and Mom, the love of Dad to me, let me see the transmission of love between each other.
Every time I buy something, my mother always asks me to take it to school. The rest is her and my father, not just apples, but also a lot of delicious food. Mom is usually reluctant to spend money, every time. I will buy it when I go home on vacation, but I don't know why.
Once I hurried to go to school, forgot to bring the apple, I thought it was gone, I didn't expect to come back on holiday, the apple was still neatly placed on the table, and there was a freshly cut one. Some are moved and some blame. So I decided to have something delicious to share with the family. Apple is divided into three. I can't always pick it up. I think parents pay for it. I have to learn to love others, love my mom and dad, and love everyone around me.
Apple passed on love, and the high price could not be returned. I learned to share and learned to love others. When there is a bad apple at home, I quietly damaged the apple peel in the community and left it to my father and mother. In this way, a quiet, settled love is passed on in my home. It will never stop before, now and in the future.

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