An essay on telling the truth to a loved one 300 words

There should be something in the composition book.

Dad, thank you for taking care of me for the past 15 years. There are some things in life that you don't want me to do, because you don't want me to be hurt in the slightest. I didn't understand before, but now that I do, my daughter will never let you worry about me again. Thank you, my dear Dad.

Not so good, I hope it can be improved.

Mother's love is the greatest, most selfless and most sincere love in the world, and the world has become more colorful because of mother's love.

When we fell to the ground, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain of mother's love. Because of the care of mother's love, we little seedlings thrive. When the wind and rain come, setbacks come, and suffering come, there is no need to be afraid, because there will be mother's love to support a sunny day for us.

Do you remember that fairy tale that has been passed down for thousands of years? In order for her son to pass out and not die of hunger and thirst, the mother watered the fruit-bearing trees with her own blood. When the son woke up to look for his mother, he was already sleeping in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountains had turned red as blood, dazzling.

The power of a mother's love is enough to work miracles. According to a television station, a building in one area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire engulfed the entire building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother ran out through the raging fire with her whole body, and finally rescued her daughter, while many others were killed in the fire.

Later, after the accident experts determined that it took a distance of three meters to run from the mother's house to the outside without getting burned. The mother's speed broke the world record in the long jump.

This is true for people, and it is also true for animals. When the wild antelope kneels down to the hunter just because it carries the baby antelope that is about to be born, will not your heart be shaken by the love of motherhood? When the old cow in the desert sheds tears and begs the passers-by to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, won't your heart be shocked by the mother's love?

Everyone's growth is inseparable from maternal love, and it is maternal love that has made great people amazing, endowed artists with wonderful inspiration, inspired the keen wisdom of scientists, and enriched the inner emotions of each of us. Mother's love is like a sky full of stars, dotted with stars, reflecting the hearts of each of us.

What's going on? "Get me a bar of soap." Reluctantly, I picked up a bar of soap and handed it to my mother.

Mom took the soap and looked up at me, her lips moving, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't say anything. She was already sweating profusely, and she must have just returned from finishing work outside. I watched my mother's rough hands, soaked in water and deformed, but still kept rubbing back and forth on the washboard like a machine.

She washed as many buckets of laundry as she had. Suddenly, my heart felt like something had hit me, my eyes blurred, my nose sour, and I ran back into my room.

When I was in elementary school, my mother loved me very much. If it suddenly rains heavily or the weather gets cold, I'm not afraid because my mother will bring me umbrellas or clothes.

When I was in middle school, there was a time when the weather suddenly turned cold, and none of my classmates brought winter clothes, and of course I was no exception. Seeing that the parents of the classmates are sending clothes to their children, these classmates are probably very close to the school. I stared blankly at the dormitory, hoping that my mother would also send me clothes, but my home is so far away from the school, more than ten kilometers away, how can my mother send me clothes?

A cordial call. I turned my head and my mother was already standing at the door of the dormitory. I couldn't believe my eyes.

My mother came up to me, "It's getting cold, you need to wear more clothes." With that, she gave me the clothes in her hand.

The moment I made contact with my mother's hand, I felt like crying. Are those hands that have been through the vicissitudes of life the hands of my mother, who has just turned 38? The rough lines record my mother's hard work over the years, and some blood oozes out, which makes people sad.

I couldn't help but take my mother's hand and ask, "Mom, does it hurt?" Mom was stunned at first, and then smiled

It doesn't hurt. Okay, it's getting late, and I still have a lot of work to do. You have to study hard and pay attention to your body, I'll go back first.

Looking at the back of my mother's departure, I made up my mind and decided to study hard and earn money to repay my mother and family when I grow up, so that they can live a happy life.