A 600-word composition entitled "Heart of an inch of grass" is written to my mother about gratitude.
Mom is very nagging. Her mantra is "Be careful on the road and ride slowly". I am always tired of listening to my mother's mantra, so I quickly picked up my schoolbag and ran out for fear of hearing my mother's words again. I hate that my mother always treats me like an ignorant child. I remember once, my classmates came to wait for me, but my mother's mantra rang in my ear again, which made me lose face. The classmate smiled and said, "Your mother really cares about you!" When I got home, I lost my temper with my mother, didn't eat, and stormed into the room unless my mother raised a white flag for me. Later, I went out to test my mother. Suddenly, I saw my mother's eyes shining. I froze. I never knew my mother would cry. I rubbed my eyes and comforted myself constantly. It's fake. My mother won't cry. I can't find fault with the facts. When my mother saw me coming out, she quickly wiped her tears, greeted me with a smile and brought me a meal. The food on the table is actually my favorite. As a result, my mother raised a white flag and took good care of me, but I knew nothing about my mother's preferences. My nose is sour. I really want to jump into my mother's arms and cry bitterly, but reason and strength force me to hold on and refuse to bow to my mother. That night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Before I knew it, I deeply hurt my mother's heart.
The next day, I got up early and wanted to surprise my mother. My mother has got up and even breakfast is ready. I can't believe it. My mother stopped talking when I had breakfast. When I was riding a bike, my mother finally told me to be careful on the road, but I was speechless. I always secretly ask myself why my mother always raises a white flag to me and why I can't move her once. While I was meditating, it suddenly occurred to me that I forgot to bring my book, so I hurried home to ride my bike. What surprised me most was that my mother leaned against the doorpost and looked at me from a distance. She forgot to come back for a while and asked me why I came back. I simply asked her to come back and get the book. I hate myself, why I touched my classmates and teachers, but I don't want to touch my dear mother at this moment. At that moment, I hesitated, wondering whether I should raise a white flag for my mother this time. I never knew that my mother watched me leave every day, and I didn't know when she started standing there silently watching me and supporting me. Maybe I'll never know.
When I left, I was happy to tell my mother that I had left. Mother read me her mantra again, but this time I felt so kind and warm. That time, I rode very slowly, and I hope to live in her sight forever.
Sometimes, we want to be responsible for our friends and the society, but have we ever thought about being responsible for our unknown parents, doing our part for them, doing our filial piety, not letting them laugh in front of us, crying behind our backs, listening to their voices with love and repaying them with a grateful heart?
Today's sky is so blue, so blue. ...