Why is Zhu Ziqing's back called back? It is required to write more than 200 words at the level of five or six. Thank you, you will get extra points.
What moved me most was the father's pure and selfless love for his son. "My dad is a fat man, and it will take some effort to walk over. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him limping to the railway, slowly leaning down, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears soon flowed down ... When I looked out again, he had already gone back with a scarlet orange. "
Every time I read this, I will be moved by my father's affection and can't help crying. Although my son is 20 years old, his father always does this and that for him. In his eyes, his son is always the most important.
From this, I think that in my real life, my parents are not like this to me, from babbling, stumbling to entering the school gate ... isn't there any kindness from my parents in my growth and progress? Every day, while I am still sleeping, my mother has got up and cooked breakfast for me. She always wakes me up at the last minute in order to let me sleep more. In the afternoon, my mother took me home, prepared dinner with a day's work fatigue, accompanied me to do my homework after dinner, learned about my study and always cared about me.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I had a cold and a fever. My mother first gave me medicine to drink, but after all, she was not at ease. She stayed with me until my fever dropped and my mother fell asleep. The next morning, my fever went down. My mother woke me up and accompanied me to finish breakfast. My mother insisted on sending me to school for fear of delaying my homework. But she is not at ease. At noon, she braved the heavy rain to send me medicine. Her clothes were all wet at that time, but she didn't mind asking me questions. Looking at my mother's wet hair, I can't tell whether it is rain or sweat on my face. As soon as my nose hurts, tears are swirling in my eyes, and I hold back from letting it flow out. When my mother left in a hurry, I forgot to ask her if she had eaten. At that moment, I looked at her back and said silently in my heart, "Mom, I love you!" " "
After reading the article "Back", I have a deeper understanding of father, mother, fatherly love and maternal love. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", these two poems truly reflect the mother's love for her children! No matter how old I am or how far away from home, I will never forget how kind my parents are to me.
The love of parents is sacred and great! Each of us should love our parents, but we still have a common mother-she is our motherland. We live happily in her arms and study happily! My task now is to study hard, master knowledge and practice skills. When I grow up, I will repay my parents and serve my country!