A new writing topic about contradiction and conflict

In the process of growing up, everyone will have troubles, happiness and contradictions, which is like a double-edged sword, hurting others and hurting themselves at the same time; Contradictions are like the burning sun, which makes people feel extremely hot and restless; Contradictions, like icebergs, are chilling. .......... opened the floodgate of memory, which impressed me deeply.

I remember that day, the sky was gloomy, which made people feel particularly depressed. I sat on the sofa and watched the wonderful children's programs leisurely. The door opened, and my father dragged himself home and collapsed on the sofa. I glanced at my father and turned my head to continue enjoying my children's program. Dad straightened up, reached out and took the remote control board from me and changed it to the international news station. And muttered: "Good daughter, look at this." I was enraged, and roared like a fierce lion, "Why are you adults so arrogant? Change the channel for me?"? You are so unreasonable! ..... "1 of" pa ",my father's hand fell heavily on my face, and the air solidified instantly. I looked at my father stupefied, and my father looked at me stupefied. Covering my hot face, I rushed into the room and cried alone in the corner. I am extremely wronged, and my heart has been blaming my father. At night, I lay in bed tossing and turning, "Hum, ignore him." I secretly swear.

The next morning, my mother and I were eating bread. "Here comes the milk." Dad shouted. "Don't drink" I pouted. "Drink quickly, or you will be hungry, good boy." Dad smiled and handed it to me. My heart can't help trembling, but the thought of that slap last night makes me headstrong again.

At night, I keep sneezing. Dad carefully mixed me cold granules. Looking at the brown water, I can't help but refuse. Dad frowned: "drink quickly, or you will not get rid of your cold." I am drinking granules. Not bitter, but sweet. It is full of my father's deep love. I swallowed the medicine and my eyes got wet. I stopped crying and ran back to the bedroom. Tears poured down like broken beads. All I can think about is that my parents are so hard and tired for us. I don't quite understand them. My parents put up with hardships and raised us without any regrets. While we were sitting in the classroom enjoying the cool, our parents worked hard in the scorching sun. Thought of here, I sobbed again, this time not wronged, but moved by the love of parents all over the world. I decided to apologize to my father. While my father was reading the newspaper, I slipped out of the room quietly. I approached my father carefully. "Dad ... me." I swallowed my words again, and my father turned to look at me: "What?" "Dad, I'm sorry ... I was yesterday. ..... I shouldn't have yelled at you yesterday. " I plucked up my courage and said, "Nothing. Dad was wrong, too. I just don't have the courage to apologize to you. " Dad said. I pouted and said nothing. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Look at you, you can hang a soy sauce pot on your mouth." I smiled shyly.

Ren Ling, Class 62, Chengdu Honghua Experimental School