Dad and mom's love

Their love may be destined to be ignored, because it is so normal, that every moment, there is an essay about the love of the mother and the mother. But they still love me without hesitation and gave me a home full of love. Because I am their baby.

He has a pair of rough hands, but it is big and warm. He often grabbed my hand and let the warmth flow through every corner of my body. He often raised his hands and wanted to hit me, but he never really beat me, even once. He often pulls me to tell the story of the past, his face full of memories of past events. He often took me to the amusement park to play, I had a good time, and his always serious face showed a smile. He never said "I love you" to me, but I know that he loves me because I am his baby.

She has a kind and gentle face, always looking at me with the pair of scorpions with concerns, smiling gently. She likes to touch my head and spit out a little sly and sly with a faint smile. She likes to look at me, and often looks like a daze for a long time. She likes to laugh happily when she takes photos with me. It’s so happy, like a girl, the middle school student’s composition is about the composition of the father’s love for motherhood. She likes to help me with the scorpion, gently touch my hair and laugh out loud. She likes to gently hold me and say "I love you." She likes to rush over when I step into the house, hold me tightly, until I can't breathe, I let me go with a child's silly smile and say "I'm sorry." Her love filled every corner of my side, giving me all her without reservation, because I am her baby.

They all have a heart full of love. When I fell, they never helped me, just watching me cry so badly, until I got up alone, she would touch my head and chuckle and say, "You are awesome," he will Looking at us with a smile. On the bus, they will decline the person who gave me the seat and say, "You have reached the age at which you can stand." When I was sick, he would not take me to the hospital without saying a word, and she always guarded me in front of the bed, days and nights. Every night, they will carefully pull the quilt for me without waking me up. They always love me as much as they can because I am their baby.

I think, maybe I am a flying fish, I can vacate, but I can't live without water, because water is my parents, and I am their baby.

But we can't do without the sea, because the sea is our home.

Sixth grade: 嘻额哈