It turns out that I have never been ignored 800 words junior high school essay, practical

We are not gods, and we cannot observe and value everything and everyone. Tiny specks of dust filled the air and no one noticed, but when a ray of sunlight shined through the window, it flew so clearly in the air that only then did you feel how dirty the gas was! Do you have to wait until it's almost over?

The pressure is so great that everyone is detached from the world, and even ignores everything. But when you stop walking and take a closer look, everything is fine! When I had little homework, I would lie on my desk and reminisce that time flies so fast, and five years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Five years ago, I was in the fifth grade of primary school, and my mother would take me to my grandmother's house every weekend, and I was always annoyed. My rest time was wasted on the road. It was still the same day, when I went, my grandmother was waiting at the door, and she smiled when she saw me.

I called "Grandma" and she hurried to buy my favorite dish, and every time I did it, I complained to myself.

I mechanically chewed my meal one bite at a time. She kept asking me how it was, and I impatiently said again and again, "Well, yes."

But she watched me eat. I was even more unaccustomed to it, so I poured it into my mouth quickly, and she told me to eat slowly. It was getting late, we were going home, and it was cold, but she wanted to come out with us to see us off.

After a few days, somehow she became ill, bleeding from her stomach, and it seemed to be very serious. I sat at home, leaning back in my chair, closing my eyes and reminiscing about the old days, she never knew when we would go, but she came out every weekend to wait, and she had to come out from time to time when it rained. Frugal, she always prepares a table of sumptuous dishes after we go and watches us eat.

My grandmother always paid for me silently, but I was still so impatient. I will definitely take good care of her. After a few months, my complexion improved and I had to go home.

But I always felt that something was wrong.

Sure enough, on the second day she left us and left this world. A few weeks ago, I fantasized about taking my grandmother's hand to the park for a walk, exercising in the morning, and eating her cooking. Why did she abandon us so ruthlessly?

I tasted the heart-wrenching pain of "the son wants to raise but the parent is not there".

In every family, there are old people, not just grandmothers, all the old people will regard their next generation as treasures and give unreservedly. And when the old people are still tough, the younger generations regard them as a burden.

There's nothing wrong with that. We are not gods, but this is not a reason to ignore even our own relatives, if some kind of disaster must happen to everyone, it will make us understand that the family is so important to be together, the elderly are so great, and the spirit of dedication to children is so precious, must we wait until the time of loss to pay attention?

Write about things in your life, like your parents. begging

No two leaves are the same, and no two journeys in life are the same. There are flowers in spring, there are moons in autumn, cool breeze in summer, and snow in winter. Each of us is the most outstanding and important work of nature, whether beautiful or ugly, old or young, great or small, we should all recognize:

I'm important. In the family, I am important. I can bring relief with hot tea when my parents are tired; It can also send comfort and laughter when parents are sad; It can also send encouragement and hope when parents are depressed; It can also send care and warmth to parents when they are busy. Isn't it important for me?

In the class, I am important. I can make suggestions and build the class during the class meeting; You can also make suggestions and do a good job in class activities; I can also contribute to the glory of the class during school activities; I can also manage the class, be self-disciplined, and manage responsibly, isn't it important for me?

Among friends, I am important. I can send greetings and warmth when a friend is hurt, comfort and light when a friend is frustrated, help and hope when a friend falls, and care and true affection when a friend is lost. Isn't it important for me?

Socially, I'm important. I can send a love and bring light when people are suffering, or I can contribute to public welfare activities and bring warmth, and I can also abide by rules and disciplines in public places, bring etiquette, and even when I see an abnormality, report to the police and bring peace, isn't it important for me?

Please don't be lonely for temporary frustration, and don't feel sad about your lack of excellence. Please believe that you are a color on the beautiful rainbow in the clear sky, even if you only have one color, but you are also important, the rainbow is more beautiful because of you! So, believe in yourself and let's shout out loud "I was never ignored!" ”

I always thought that my mother didn't understand me, didn't understand my heart, didn't care about my feelings, and I even hated her. But she loved me deeply, and I didn't know it.

The winter night is like a sleepy beast, and it is as silent as ashes. I sat in the window of the car and watched this once bustling and busy town now a black cloth. Let the cold wind blow like a knife on my face, and I will be happy.

Busy schoolwork, teachers' teachings, and family's hopes. These shackles crushed me like a shackle, and I couldn't breathe. I want to relax.

I saw her in the distance. She came to pick me up again as usual. Her eyes were anxious, and her hands and feet kept stamping, begging for a little warmth for herself.

"When the car arrived, I stepped out slowly, and when she saw me, her eyes sparkled like jewels, and she rushed to her, picked up my bag, and held me hard with her other hand, and walked down the road home.

Along the way, she kept saying, "How about today's homework!" "Did the teacher criticize you?" " ..

The more I listened, the more annoyed I became, my eyebrows furrowed into sausages, and I yelled impatiently, "Don't ask again!" He shook off her arm. She was also stunned, and at a loss to do anything, she sorted out her clothes, pursed her mouth, and did not speak like an injured child.

As I walked, the bright light behind me became brighter and brighter, as if it was about to break through the darkness, and then a strong whistle burst my eardrums. A familiar and powerful arm grasped it tightly, it was dark in front of my eyes, a small car swept past me, my mother blocked me in time, I was shocked, she checked me anxiously and said, "Are you hurt?"

Are you hurt? I nodded, and shook my head again. Stunned, she breathed a sigh of relief, put her arms around me, and continued walking, only this time she hugged me tighter, like protecting her own treasure.

At this moment, I saw that her trembling placket was covered with mud, like a scar. I turned my head to look at her, why was her face so sallow, was it caused by the light? Are those deep wrinkles scratched by the moon?

She used to be like a mountain beside me, why is it only my shoulder height now? Am I growing up? Holding back my tears, my nose ached, I choked up and shouted "Mom-" and talked about the fun with relish.

After that time, I suddenly realized, I understand why she comes to pick me up on time every day without fear of the cold, I understand why she always likes to hug me hard, I understand why she always lets me walk on the right, I understand why she doesn't want to bother to ask me, care about me, now I understand, those are all ignored by us, about the beauty of her love.

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