The flower that blooms in memory 600 words essay

On the road of youth, there will always be pain. But along the way, there will always be fragrant flowers, and it is they who are no longer troubled by the journey of youth. They have been silently encouraging you and loving you.

Inscription. That year, my birthday.

On that day, my heart was like a fragrant sunflower blooming in my heart: my parents took me to a gray bookcase and said to me: "Well, this is our birthday gift to you, you have grown up, you should have a lot of little secrets in your heart, only when you have to confide, you will be mature and sensible."

This bookcase can listen to all your worries and joys, and it will become your good friend. The afterglow of dusk refracted onto the set of keys, and golden sunflowers bloomed. That day, I smiled heartily.

Since then, the bookcase has really become a good friend of mine, and I see that my worries and joys are all stuffed away. The sunflower of family affection in my heart is also constantly absorbing sunlight and nutrients, and is constantly growing.

School life is no longer boring, and I study hard with joy. After class, the topic of conversation among the students has long since become "parents don't understand themselves on the road to youth." I couldn't help but secretly praise my parents for their open-mindedness, and I couldn't help but join in and proudly tell about it.

But unexpectedly, a voice came: "It's also possible that they deliberately equipped another key to peek at your secret!" "It was like a bolt from the blue, and I froze.

The next few lessons are like long centuries. The sunflower in my heart is no longer bright, and it seems that it has already been watered by a downpour of rain.

When I got home, I didn't bother to keep a diary, and I was suspicious of my parents' actions. Suddenly, I thought of a method in the book and did it. I put a strand of hair in the diary, and as soon as the journal moved, the strand of hair would move very quickly.

After doing this, I left nervously.

A few days later, I went back to the bookcase that made me sad, and when I opened it, I was stunned: "Is it .......""The hair didn't move in the slightest. It's just a little dusty on it.

In my eyes, an indescribable liquid rushed up, and I seemed to hear my parents' words that day: "Don't be provoked by others and make you lose being a close person!" "Mom and Dad, I'm sorry.

Again, the sunflower in my heart bloomed into the smiling face that Shan Feng had not seen for a long time.

This is a profound inspiration from my parents; This is my parents' deep love for me. The sunflower of family affection accompanies me on the road of youth, going farther and farther!