Essay mom dad please let go of your hands 400 words

Let's fly!

Fly to the blue sky that belongs to us, let us experience the excitement of life, and let us taste the ups and downs of the world.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

We've grown up, and we're not the same person we used to be, only.

Mischievous, naughty kids.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

We also have our own minds, and although we are not very sensible, we also have the joy of longing for friendship.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

The vast sky belongs to us, don't let our sky wait too long, the sky will be anxious.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

There are still many things waiting for us to explore in this world, and although there will be many unhappy things on the road of life, at least we have experienced them, haven't we?

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

There are still too many things in this world waiting for us to discover, and we are no longer the "little princess" and "little emperor Qisan" in the family

We are children with dreams and ideals.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly, tell the next year!

We are no longer the ignorant children in our memory, we are now grown up, and we have to think about our own ideals to move forward.

Mom and Dad, please let us fly!

Although the road of life is bumpy, there will be friends by our side to comfort me.

Early in the morning, Dad hurriedly got dressed, put on his shotgun, and walked out of the house, I don't know what the hell Dad is going to do? So I quietly followed my father, I knew it was wrong to follow others, but he was my father, and I was afraid that something would happen to my father.

In this way, I followed my father to the forest, and saw many lovely little birds living on the shoulders of Uncle Tree, watching him start a new life, playing happily and happily. I'm so happy. But my question arises again, why did Dad come here?

Why bring a gun? Suddenly, it occurred to me that my dad was going hunting.

Immediately I saw my father raise his shotgun and shoot at a bird in a tree. I shouted, "Stop.

Dad quickly turned around and was relieved to see that it was me. Thankfully, my "stop" prevented the war, or Dad would have killed an innocent life. Dad said to me

What are you here for? How dangerous, go back quickly. I said

I'm not going back. Daddy, what are you doing, bird hunting? Dad, do you know that Little Bird also has a family, and if I die, won't you be sad, Dad?

Dad, I beg you to put down your shotgun and stop birding, okay? Dad bowed his head in shame.

Daddy, I beg you once again to stop hunting birds, they are our friends, and we can't live without them. May Dad put down the shotgun.

Mom, please let go of my hand.

When I turned off the lights and blew out the twelve candles, I felt like I had grown up and become a full-winged eagle that could fly freely.

Open the door lock of memory, and the past floods back to your heart. That day, because I was idle at home and had nothing to do, I took out a fairy tale book and read it with relish. It just so happened that my mother came back and saw that I was reading an extracurricular book, and immediately became angry, snatched the book from my hand, and shouted at me:

You, you, why are you still reading villain books now, don't you want to take the junior high school exam? Everyone is nervous about reviewing, but you relax at this juncture, it's really not like words, if you want to read it, it will be regarded as a document! With that, he shoved a few more anthologies into my hand.

At that time, I only felt two crystal tears dripping in my mouth, astringent, and I felt a faint pain in my heart. Yes, before the sixth grade, I should study hard and strive to be admitted to a key junior high school, but my daughter has her own learning methods! In front of you, I don't have the right to say "no", because in your eyes, there is only a small me, a self-care me.

It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that I can't. In the hearts of adults, children only have obedience and no right to say "no". Mother!

I hope you can let go of my hand, let me fly freely, go through the bumpy and thorny road of life, taste the joy of freedom, and create the beauty of freedom!

Please let go of my hand, let me eliminate the troubles in my heart, and compose the joys and sorrows of life.

I used to snuggle up next to my mother, smell the fragrance emanating from my mother's body, and hold my mother's hand tightly. That feeling is like a ray of sunshine shining into my heart, warm, so that I dare not leave my mother easily.

Now that I have grown up, I no longer pester my mother as before, I will not be coquettish to my mother, and I will no longer hold my mother's hand.

I used to be my mother's heart. I'm afraid I'll drop it in my hand, and I'm afraid I'll melt when I hold it in my mouth. Every time I leave the house, I always have to shout one after another. Even when you go shopping, you have to hold hands.

Now that I'm older, I no longer let my mother hold my hand, I always try to let my mother let go of my hand and let me go by myself, although sometimes I feel powerless, but after all, I have tasted independence, and life has an unknown sweetness, but I still retain that warm hand in my memory.

Once upon a time, I would cry when I fell among the thorns, cut my cheeks, and scratched my pants. At this time, you will come to me like rain in time, wipe away my tears with mud and sand, pick me up and walk home. When I see you, I always burst into tears and laughs, because you make my young heart feel the warmth of the sun.

Now that I'm older, I won't be the same as before. When I fell, I got up on my own, and I didn't cry when I fell because I knew that my mother would look at me again, and I would let you know that without your help, I could be independent and self-reliant.

I used to be afraid of being alone at home, afraid of thieves, afraid of bad guys knocking on the door, and even the slightest movement outside the door would scare me into not moving, so you would always take me with you when you went out, just to not make me afraid.

Now that I have grown up, I am no longer afraid of being alone at home, and whenever my mother goes out, I will keep telling myself in my heart: my mother goes out to exercise herself, and fear is a manifestation of a person's weakness. Since then, I have been accustomed to being alone at home, and I have also liked the feeling of being alone at home.

In the past, whenever night came, I would hide behind my mother to avoid the dark and anxious eyes, but every day, the night came back unexpectedly, which caught me off guard. Mom knows: girls are afraid of the dark when they are young.

So he told me stories every night, and gradually, the darkness faded away......

Now, although I still have some fear of the dark, I am far from being without my mother's company. When night falls, I will spend a long time with books as friends. Occasionally, I would look up at the starry sky, blink with the stars, and be lonely with the moon.

I used to like my mother's hand, but now I am used to leaving this garden and stepping out of my own sky.

Mom, please rest assured to let go of your grip and let me go by myself, even if it is to watch us stumble a few times and fall a few heels, it doesn't matter, because the long road ahead will be a long one, and we will have to walk ...... by ourselves

Thank you mom, you have been working hard for me, cooking for me in the morning, sending me to school, picking me up at night, washing my clothes, going out to pack my luggage for me, giving me all the good food and fun, everything in my life you have arranged for me, I love your mother, but I just want to be a child who can't do without you emotionally, not an adult who can't live without you.

Dear mother, please let me learn to cook, so that I can live; Please let me go to school by myself and master the dangers of avoiding the road; Please let me help you with your housework, how can you sweep the world if you don't sweep a house.

Dandelions can bloom all over the world, but the seedlings next to big trees don't always grow. Please give me all the opportunities to exercise myself, hone in the sun, grow in the wind and rain, not a small grass in a greenhouse, a flower that will be scattered when it blows, because I want to be a self-reliant and strong person, like a strong China with a strong backbone, only in this way can I let you rely on in the future, only in this way, can we build our strong country.

So, Mom, please let go of your hand and don't be afraid of me falling, your child will only be stronger and will get more. You let go and you don't lose your child, your child gets the world.

Today is the day my mom let me fly solo.

I'm going to split up with my mother's blog, and although I feel very reluctant to be a mother, I'm already a third-grade kid, and I can't rely on my mother all the time. Mom will leave me one day, and by that time, without her, I won't be able to write essays.

I want to write essays alone, have my own blog, and have an independent life; It won't be long before my essay will be great, and I'm going to make my mom proud of me.

I asked my mother to set up a blog for me, and moved my previous articles from my mother's blog, and I was very happy to see that I had not lost any "little red flowers".

This blogger family is still familiar to me, and I will work harder in this family to write essays, and strive to be a student blogger, at that time) what a happy moment it would be to look at the good books I got through my hard work!

After my mother became a parent, she gave me the opportunity to choose books, a total of 8 books I wanted to read, including mathematics, popular science, fantasy, literature, but there was no book from my mother.

I think if I become a student and a doctor, I will let my mother choose the books that my mother likes first, so that my mother can be as happy as I am. In this way, I repaid my mother for her selfless love for me.

The kangaroo is eventually leaving Mommy's pocket; The little bird will eventually leave its mother's wings; Dandelion will eventually leave her mother's arms, and I will eventually leave my mother's blog.

Thank you Mom, I will work hard and work hard in the future, write my essay well, do my homework well, and make my mother happy every day, happy every day!

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