Parents' love

It is a lot of times when the love of the parents is like the flying birds that the sky has crossed – often coming without leaving traces. ......

A dark night, the wind was out of the window, I cleaned the classroom and began to pack my bags and prepare to go home. "Hey--", suddenly a thunder sounded in the sky, followed by heavy rain. My heart screamed badly, and I put my clothes on my head and rushed out. When I first arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes--dad, and mother, but they both had only one umbrella in their hands. . My mother smiled and said to me: "My father and I are coming directly from the office. There aren't many umbrellas. Let's play one." "No, the rain is too big, two hit one or two." Individuals have to be wet, I give this umbrella to the children." Dad was busy talking about the umbrella. "I am playing with my father." I said that I jumped under my father's umbrella. Dad held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hold my shoulder in one hand. The three men and two umbrellas were hidden in the mist. I felt so happy at that moment. happy.

In the meantime, suddenly there was another picture in my mind: I remembered that I was forgotten to take the homework because I was too hurried to go to school. After my father found out, running gave me to the classroom; I remembered playing basketball. I forgot to go home, my mother was rushing around looking for me; I remembered the eager voice in the microphone when the father who gave the difference called: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, when the fuse is on Don't forget to pull down the knife first; I remembered every time I met the exam, the mother said in front of the door: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many too many past events poured out, let me not feel tears.

Yes, parents love us not to return as long as we grow up healthily.

Fifth grade: sweet re-love 122