A. A Touching Story With Parents 500 Words Essay
One day, a boy said to a girl, "If I only had a bowl of noodles, I would give half to my mother and the other half to you." From then on, the girl secretly liked the boy. That year he was l5 years old and she was l0 years old.
After 10 years, their village was flooded, he kept saving people, there were old people, there were children, there were known, there were not known, she was the last person he saved. So they got married that year. He was 25 that year, she was 20. From then on, he and she *** with life, *** with labor, *** with raising children, *** with ......
Five years later, he helped her learn culture, and one day, he and she went to take the teacher's exam together, and as a result, both he and she were on the list. But he and she did not teach in the same school, and, also far apart. Then, he and she had to
leave their children with their mother-in-law, and then, he and she worked hard. Because of their excellent work, it wasn't long before he became the principal, while she was still teaching in a village primary school far away from him. He was 30 years old and she was 25.
Later, because of the famine, their family can not open the pot, and finally only a little rotten red potatoes, he peeled out a little better, and onions cooked a bowl of soup. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling.
Two days later, the bowl of rotten red camel soup mold.
This is the first time I've ever seen a bowl of soup with mold on it.
Because his father was a landlord, he was criticized in the Cultural Revolution. In those years, the "organization" told her to "draw a clear line between right and wrong". She was advised to divorce him. She said, "I understand who is the enemy of the people
people, but I know that he is a good man, and I love him and he loves me ......." "I'll fight anyone who puts him through the skin of his teeth". She only had to protect his life in this particular way. Because she was born
poor peasant, the organization can not take her.
Later, because she "can not distinguish the class line", was deprived of the right to teach. So, she and he were criticized together, hanging parade, husband and wife in the years of suffering to accept the same fate. That year, he was 40 years old and she was 35. Later, he and she left the beloved school, was sent down to the countryside for labor reform.
A good colleague and her nephew this unbearable physical and mental double torture, successively "found a short", she did not eat, drink, all day just keep crying. --She y knows that the death of these people are not wrong
Ah, they can afford the country, can afford the people, can afford the students, can afford the parents. One thing after another hit her so hard that her spirit was on the verge of breaking down. At this time, he carefully observed her whereabouts, and repeatedly enlightened
her, encourage her, persuade her to look at him and the child's sake, strong live ...... finally, she promised him: mutual, **** degree of difficulty. That year, he was 50 years old, she was 45 years old.
After ten years, the implementation of the policy, he and she retired the same year.
In order to exercise, he walked with her, climbed the mountain, walked to a bad place, he always held her hand. When going up the stairs, he always gave her a hand. At this time, her face is always with a satisfied smile.
Once, he had a serious illness, she was busy decocting soup, boiling medicine ....... Half a year later, his illness only saw improvement.
That year, he was 75 years old, she was 70 years old.
She said: "10 years later if we all Si died, I will become him, he will become me, and then he came back to eat half a bowl of noodles I gave him ......"
60 years of wind and rain, a lifetime of never give up and never leave, this is my parents' love story.
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B. Seek a With the parents touched by the matter of 500 words or so, kneeling thank you!
Read elementary school, once also sick, on the way back, always walking, walking very slowly, and then the teacher told my mother to listen to my mother to carry me home, I remember then also grew quite large!
My parents have always been very good to me, the hours are often scolded, and sometimes there is a fight, alas, think about it, the family rules at that time is a lot of no, can not go down to the river, can not fight, can not what, so now is also what all have to comply with, and sometimes contrary to the point, I feel very happy!
Now that I think about it, I used to be in junior high school and high school and college, often talk back to parents, let parents angry, now I have become an adult, and often still think about it, read the university, my father to send me to school, I have always insisted on going on their own, but he is always not assured, and so will argue again! Father is very capable, and I'm very poor, so I often think of is not to help parents, to make their own things to, sometimes often think, he is a big tree, I am like a tree in the shade of the tree, what time to grow up, beyond it?
He went to Beijing to study at the Party School, there are half a year or a year so, write to mom, I'll bring back the letter, remember always want us to study well, as if we are always stupid, will not learn the same, alas, in the eyes of the father is not very useless?
Some time ago, I took the publication of my article "Information Technology Education" to my father to see, he did not want to see, my mother said, to see, he just find the presbyopia glasses to see, alas, unfortunately, I wrote and is the design of the courseware, which in order to how to make the dad understand it? Anyway, he was seriously look at a few pages, did not make any comments, but he said in the national magazine published articles is good, but also encourage me to write more, alas, write articles so easy on the good! I remember that my dad used to be a reporter, secretary, and will also take pictures, so I must have also received a lot!
One year I was on the "Liuzhou Daily", specifically let my dad to help me pay attention to collect a few as a souvenir, he is always very flat net, but also said to go late, Liuzhou Daily sold out, but let my sister to help me find a, always remember.
Sometimes often think what time can exceed the father's ability on the good, he which is capable of, so I always let him look down on, alas, living in this vision, sometimes do not want to go home
To have the ability to be a good person, a good life, a happy life, and previously encountered difficulties when the time to sometimes can not be figured out, but always remembered that, that is, there is so much that can be experienced, why not live a good life, but also to be a good person. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Mom often said, you hours, if there is no doctor to rescue long dead, alas, if so long dead, and what joy can be said? So I just want to play happily in my heart, to play in all parts of China, to see, to walk, at the same time, only now I remember to work hard, to be a useful person, my reaction is always slower than others for many years before I figured out some of the problems. I often wonder why it takes me so long to figure out a lot of issues, sometimes a year, a couple of years!
Anyway, life on the living it, although the heaven may not be responsible for, but the world is still too much attachment, so has not been able to go away, can not leave. Live, just face it!
Parents touched me
The bright moon, because of the night sky and more bright; streams, because of the pebbles of the lining and more clear; flowers, because of the lining of green grass and more colorful. Open the window and look into the night sky, the stars shine brightly for the night embellished with gorgeous luster, the earth is also filled with a breath of love ......
Parents of this topic is ancient but more eternal, different people always have different experiences and feelings. From ancient times to the present, there are a lot of writers and artists scattered a bit of ink to write the greatness of the mother's love, depicting the toughness of the father's love. Like Meng Jiao's "The Song of the Wanderer", Zhu Ziqing's "Backstory". I have felt the love of my parents, the wind has no trace, true love is silent. Parental cordiality, catalyzing the warmth of my heart.
The year of graduation from elementary school, the entire sixth grade are stored a storm of learning energy. I'm not willing to lag behind, and I've been working hard to review it. But unfortunately, at this time I have to prepare for the final exams, but also to plan the "June 1" Children's Day program, but also to practice ping-pong to participate in the competition, plus the Tianli school's entrance exams, every day I was like a machine out of order, working non-stop, not a moment to stop and rest. But at the end of the day, I got good grades in the final exams, made a name for myself on the stage, got better and better on the table, and got into Tianli School with a high score. What is it? Let me have so much strength to cross this bumpy road, let me have so much courage to overcome the difficulties? It is love! It is my parents gave me a constant stream of encouragement, so that I how many times in front of the discouragement to stand up, and regained self-confidence.
Every day after school *** a sound, I will be fast speed rushed to the playground, began to rehearse a performance of the program. My mom and dad were always looking at my busy figure on the stage with a smile on their faces, a subtle breath of love like a beam of sunshine into my heart; after rehearsal, I grabbed the ping-pong board and ran to the ping-pong table, practicing chipping, spinning, lifting, doping, and all kinds of serving and catching methods under the training of Mr. Zhang. Sometimes when my mom and dad were admiring my skills, I couldn't help but sneak a peek at my mom and dad with a glowing face. The encouragement from my parents to their children contained in the meeting of their eyes was slowly integrated into my body. Let me play straight to the sweat, the sky has been completely dark, only to quickly run home, accompanied by mom and dad began another process - attack math problems. Sometimes, we grabbed the book to concentrate on reading the problem; sometimes, we are at the dinner table excited to explore; sometimes, we hold the pen in the draft paper to concentrate on the calculation of the problem ...... all the difficult problems in our family of three in front of a welcome solution. Lying in bed at night, the heart can not help but give birth to some feelings - parents' love is like water watering our hearts, pure, holy, does not contain a little bit of stains, but their love is more colorful than the spring.
It is said that love is inherent, affection is the best model and teacher of our understanding of love. The reason why human life has no boundaries is because the range of love itself has no boundaries.
If mother is a stream, mother's love is the spring water flowing in the stream, delicate and gentle.
If the father is a mountain, the father's love is the landscape standing on the mountain, broad and thick;
I was y moved by the love of parents, perhaps the world is so, full of moving. Let our touch in the heart precipitation, let the touch in the precipitation sublimation, let the sublimation of the touch to render the world it!
C. Touching things that happened between me and my parents topic of their own 500 words
Mother's love
The great mother's love is often embodied from the tiny things. Since I was a child, I thought mother's love was very small, but since that one thing happened, it made me have a different view of mother.
It was when I was in the fourth grade, one day, the weather was not good, suddenly started a rainstorm, and "penniless" I do not know what to do. After school, students are happy to open their own umbrellas, but I took a book to block the rain, in order to return home as soon as possible, I don't care how to rush out, jogging up. When I arrived at the cultural square, a familiar figure came into my eyes. Ah! It's mom, she actually braved the wind and rain to bring me an umbrella! "Mom," I used to call her with my hoarse voice at this very moment. At this moment, my mother threw tears of pain at me, because I was drenched by the rain almost into a soup chicken, my mother ran to me in three steps, for me to hold up the long-awaited umbrella, and at once, the umbrella has become so "huge", as if to cover all corners of the world. I carefully hold the umbrella walking, a blur in front of me, moved like a section of the line of beads like tears scrambling down, there is mud in the place as if by the tears into a daily smile to the human flower, which seems to be telling us that mother's love is the world's greatest, mother's love is the only one there is. In this storm, my mom and I walked quickly, soon after we returned home safely, I was very happy!
Since the occurrence of this incident, so that I have a different view of the mother, mother's love will always be great, she every day to care for my healthy growth, if there is no mother's love, perhaps there is no I happy life today. Mom, I wish you: every day happy, work well, forever young!
A sunny morning, I ate breakfast to go to school, my mother urged me to bring an umbrella, and said that today it will rain. I waved my hand and said: "Mom, you
don't curse me ah, besides, this day is so good, the sun on the east side of the mountain is still smiling
face hanging in the sky, the sky is also floating a few red clouds. You can't rain even if you want to
!"
This is the first time I've ever seen a bookstore in the world, and I've never seen one before.
By the third class, the sky was gradually darkening and the red clouds turned into dark clouds, not
a moment outside the classroom, the wind was blowing, lightning and thunder, and then, the rain fell from
the sky. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it! As the saying goes, "If you don't listen to the old man, you'll get what you pay for"
! I started complaining and worrying about not being able to get home from school.
After school, I walked out of the classroom, the rain has not stopped meaning, there are many students
are holding a large umbrella to go home, their backs in the rain gradually disappeared ...... There are also
classmates like me, do not listen to my mother, no umbrella to go home, the classroom outside the standing full of
The first time that I saw a lot of people in the classroom, the first time that I saw a lot of people in the classroom, the first time I saw a lot of people in the classroom.
People waiting to go home to avoid the rain.
I was as anxious as anyone for the rain to stop
so that we could go home without worrying.
I was waiting like a hot pot of ants - anxious, I saw a familiar
figure, ah! I saw a familiar figure,
Ah! It was my mother. Mom slowly walked towards me, I stare
at her again, ah! The damn rain had drenched her clothes, and there were beads of rain on her face
. Afterwards, my mom handed me an umbrella, which was so heavy
......
Looking at such a wretched mom, I was both heartbroken and sad, and I was so grateful to my mom
Ah!
I was touched by an umbrella delivery in the rain!
D. Write a story that happened between you and your parents essay (500 words)
The father made tea and called the mother: Ying ah (mother's name single word Ying), come and drink tea.
"Wait, I'll clean up before I go." Mother's voice carried through the sound of clattering water to the living room.
Father, who had already poured tea into the large cups that were reserved for mother as he spoke, got angry when he heard mother say wait: wait, wait, the tea is getting cold. You are that do not know how to adapt, first drink and then go to clean up not ah?
I can not help but laugh: father really cute, will not be the first to pour the mother's tea to me to drink. I really do not know who does not know how to adapt.
"Wait, just wait." Mother is just as incapable of adaptability, won't put down first to drink the tea father poured for her with all his heart, and after more than thirty years together, is still foolishly pouring more oil on the fuming lion.
"Father, pour it to me first." I saw the situation (my father had already entered the short silence before the storm, and my mother still looked unafraid of death) and rushed to round up the conversation.
"That's your mother's, don't touch it. Yours is the cup." Dang, father is still really super stubborn.
Whatever. I sipped my own cup of tea and waited languidly for the same old drama to play out again.
Mother finally cleaned up to the living room, picked up her cup just to drink. The father broke out: early cold, drink cold your stomach will not be able to stand. So the first to drink well, with you said how many times you do not accept the views.
The mother poured out the hands of the tea, but also very angry: told you not to pour me first well, and you said how many times, you do not listen. Waste of a cup of tea.
"Just brewed tea is more flavorful, want to give you a drink. You do not love to drink strong well." As always, as soon as the mother opened her mouth and shot back, the father slowly lowered the volume. As the father spoke, he opened a new packet of tea, and poured a cup of strong, first-brewed tea for the mother.
That was the end of the argument, and the next step was to calmly sip the tea.
I've gotten used to the way my father and mother get along and don't get scared like I did when I was a kid, and I've come to understand that no matter how heatedly they argue, as soon as something comes up, they'll stop right away and face it in unison.
And when they have time, they argue again.
After sipping tea, I invited my mother and father downstairs to take a walk in the park.
Just walked into the park gate, the father looked at walking a gust of wind mother, and angry: walking is leisurely, you walk like to avoid the rain to escape like, so that others have no feeling at all.
"I've never walked like this, walking by their own favorite, the provisions of the provisions of that, that what is the meaning." The mother spoke back.
"You and black girl walk, I go to the lottery station to see." Father voice immediately back to normal.
Looking at the father who slowly walked away, the mother was very regrettable: alas, more than thirty years, your father and I can never be very harmonious. Your grandfather predicted that our character can not be very harmonious. Your grandfather really sharp eyes.
Father, is the kind of chest in the sea of men, that is not the most important. The important thing is that in these thirty years, you have already walked through hardships and storms together, raised three of us sisters, and still face the future together with your hands *** together, it has been very difficult, very successful. Difficulties before hand in hand to face, other time to retain their own individuality of the world, really do not have to be everywhere in harmony.
My father went to study his favorite lottery, and my mother and I continued to take a quick walk as if we were running for our lives.
E. Touching parents care about each other essay 500 words
Since I know what love is, especially that drama inside the roaring love, I always fantasize that if I can experience this kind of love then it would be so good! One day during dinner, I looked at my parents sitting across from me, and then looked at the love drama being broadcast on TV, and suddenly I wanted to know how the love between my parents was. My mom looked at me suspiciously and said, "Xiao Xi! Why don't you eat?" I quickly came back to my senses, "No? Nothing, just saw a mosquito flying by behind you!!!" But as soon as I said that I regretted it, because after I realized what I said, even I felt like there was a big flock of crows flying over my head ah! It was so embarrassing! It made them all burst out laughing! After dinner, dad went out to go, mom was knitting on the side, waiting for this kind of good time, I immediately sat down next to mom and said, "Mom! Can I ask you a question?" Mom paused for a moment and said, "Silly daughter, go ahead! Mom will surely answer your question if she will."
"Then I asked! You must answer honestly oh!" I asked again and again. "Got to get! Hey! I said this how you today, what questions quickly ask, do not hinder me knitting sweater oh! Otherwise I won't be able to finish it before winter." Mom simply stopped and waited for my question. "Mom! Do you love Daddy?" I asked the question in one breath. Mom froze when she heard it, then continued to knit her sweater and said, "In our time we didn't talk about love or not, not then, and at what age are we now, still talking about this subject? Well, well, go ahead and do whatever you're busy with! Stop asking such boring questions!" "Ah!" I didn't expect this kind of result, so it's honestly a lie to say I'm not disappointed. In fact, I wanted to hear my mom's answer, "Nonsense? If you don't love me, then why did I marry your father. Or if you don't love me, then you won't be there ......" and so on. I was disappointed and went back to my room to continue chatting with my friends on the Internet. Chatting, I suddenly thirsty, go to the living room to pour some water to drink, as soon as the door to the living room, I heard the mother said to the father: "You come a little bit, let me see with the sweater is appropriate or not? Is it too narrow?" Dad walked over and let mom hold the sweater over him and said, "I say you ah? It's so late, don't mess with it, it's better to rest early, not waiting to wear it!" Mom heard dad's words a little unhappy, said: "Who asked your constitution is more afraid of the cold, are almost over winter, do not quickly knit, then the suffering is not you again! How dare you say that." Dad laughed dryly a few times.
It was only then that I realized that this was the love between my parents! The ordinary, each other for each other, care for each other, although not not all day to love on the mouth, but in fact, deep down is love each other. I suddenly feel that I originally envied those TV love is a kind of how childish and boring things, and now I am more eager to be like my parents between the kind of plain, happy and beautiful love. Because love is not about words. To have substantial action, substantial care, sincere affection, this is the love I long for! I don't know whether my future life will be like the life of my parents now? I am invested in the infinite vision of the future!
F. Record touching stories about yourself and your parents
There was a little girl who was born with aphasia and her father died when she was very young. She and her mom were dependent on each other. Her mom went out to work early in the morning and came back late at night. Every sunset, the little girl began to stand in front of her house, looking expectantly at the road in front of her door, waiting for her mother to come home. When her mother came home, it was the happiest time of the day because she brought home a piece of rice cake every day. In their poor home, a small piece of rice cake was a delicacy of the highest order.
One day, it was raining heavily, and it was past dinner time, but her mother had not returned. The little girl stood in front of her house and looked and looked, but she could not wait for her mother's figure. As the sky became darker and darker and the rain became heavier and heavier, the little girl decided to follow the path her mother took every day to find her mother. She walked, walked, walked a long way, and finally saw her mom on the ground by the side of the road. She shook her mom's body as hard as she could, but she didn't answer her. She thought her mom was too tired and had fallen asleep. So she put her mom's head on her lap, trying to make her mom sleep more comfortably. But then she realized that her mother's eyes were not closed! The little girl suddenly realized: her mom might be dead! She felt fear, pulled over her mother's hand to shake vigorously, but found that her mother's hand is still tightly tugging a piece of rice cake ...... She desperately cried, but could not make a sound ......
The rain kept falling, and the little girl did not know how long she had been crying. She knew that her mom would never wake up again, and now she was all that was left. Why didn't mom's eyes close? Was she because she was unsure of her? She suddenly realized what she should do. So dry tears, decided to use their own words to tell her mom that she will certainly live well, so that her mom can rest assured to go ......
The little girl was in the rain over and over again with the sign language to do this song "grateful heart", tears and rain mixed together, from her small but full of strength written on the face of the sliding past! .... "Grateful heart, thanks to you, accompany me all my life, so that I have the courage to be myself ...... Grateful heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish the same ......" She stood in the rain like this and did it without stopping. in the middle of the rain without stopping, until her mom's eyes finally closed ......
G. Touching Things Between My Parents and Me Essay 500 to 700 words!
The most touching are the little things that are often around
1. Plain life
2. When my parents are not around, I suddenly see other children playing with my parents, and the scene is very touching
3. Thinking back to my own parents, the heart of the world's parents is the same
4. Missing my parents and going back to enjoy every day of my plain life
H. between me and my parents, an unforgettable or touching thing about 500 words urgent urgent urgent urgent
Then you should honor your parents oh,