a letter to parents

Dear father and mother, it’s almost New Year’s.

I am here to bless all my father and mother to be healthy and safe. Less hard work, more happiness, happy new year.

From the first cry of the melon to the ground, to the ignorant child; from the young and frivolous yesterday, to the wisdom and courage of the past and the present.

And our parents are unknowingly aging, hard work, simple life, in exchange for our vigorous vitality; vicissitudes of face, white eyes, is the traces of ruthless years.

Growing up is a responsibility.

Growing up means that we have to face and take care of everything around us.

Whether it is sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy, because we are already sensible, it is no longer the naughty child who used to be spoiled in the arms of her parents.

When we are young, if we have a sad thing, we can cry in front of our parents, then turn around and forget it gently, leaving no trace.

Nowadays, if you have a heart, you can only bury it in your heart, make a smile, and don't reveal the clues of the little bit, because they are afraid that they will be anxious more than us, adding a little extra worry.

Hours, in order to attract the envy of the children around us, we always cried and wrapped up parents to buy this to meet the little desires and vanity in the heart.

Nowadays, when you run out of your money, you can't open your mouth. I don't know how to ask for money in the house. When you spend money indiscriminately, there is always a feeling of guilt.

I have thought about it, how many of our hands can be exchanged for their hard work in the face of the loess.

When I was young, I never knew how high and thick I was. I never understood whether I was concerned or not. I always talked to my parents too much, and I was too annoyed. I couldn’t listen to the words I’m advising.

Nowadays, it is found that jealousy is a kind of care and a love. They are always insatiable, and they drive away all the countercurrents around us.

When I was a child, I complained in my heart and bound us too much freedom. I always tried to open my wings and wanted to break through the cages of my body and fly freely and wonderfully outside.

Now, I finally understand that home is the only harbor where our hearts are anchored. There are no heavy pressures of work and all kinds of troubles in life, and there is no intrigue in the right to money.

There is only endless love and love, and it is born with it.

From small to large, we carry too much love and sweat from our parents, enriching countless worries and tears.

Now, there are responsibilities and abilities to face all the setbacks and difficulties, and we can no longer let them come to us for their distractions and fear for us.

Because, they have gradually grown old in the footsteps of time, can not withstand more wind and rain......

The sixth grade of the central country: Tian Shuang