Please help me write an essay that lacks father s love and mother s love, to be sad, about 800 words

"If One Day".

If one day the dishes they brush are no longer clean, if one day their kitchen is no longer tidy, if one day their floors are no longer shiny, if one day they can't remember what you said, if one day they always interrupt you, if one day they go out on the street you have to worry, please don't blame them, it is that our parents are old, and there are two guardian angels around each of us that are our parents, when we can fly freely, They have lost their wings that shelter us and can't fly, one day you will become a guardian angel, one day you will also lose your wings, please be kind to our parents from now on! , extremely ordinary and deep feelings, left in the hearts of my parents and me, and accompanied us through a lifetime!

When you were very young.

They spent a lot of time.

Teach you to eat with a spoon and chopsticks.

Teach you to dress and tie your shoes and buttons.

Teach you to wash your face and comb your hair.

Teach you to wipe your nose.

Do you remember the first nursery rhyme you learned for a long time?

Do you remember asking them where you're from?

Do you remember holding your hand tightly when crossing the street?

So when they grow old one day.

When they can't remember or can't pick up the phone.

When they ramble on and

Please don't blame them.

When they begin to forget to buckle and tie their shoes.

When they start getting their clothes dirty while eating.

As they combed their hair, their hands began to tremble.

Please don't rush them.

Because you're growing up.

And they're getting older.

As long as you're in front of their eyes.

Their hearts will be warm and stable.

"If One Day".

When they stand unsteadily.

When you can't walk.

Please hold their hands tightly.

Walk slowly with them.

Like. Like.

Back then, they were holding you like they were holding you.

Is the Internet good, or is it a parasite like you?

It should be said that there are pros and cons.

Essays, math problems, all on the Internet to find answers. Exercise.

When you were very young.

They spent a lot of time.

Teach you to eat with a spoon and chopsticks.

Teach you to dress and tie your shoes and buttons.

Teach you to wash your face and comb your hair.

Teach you to wipe your nose.

Do you remember the first nursery rhyme you learned for a long time?

Do you remember asking them where you're from?

Do you remember holding your hand tightly when crossing the street?

So when they grow old one day.

When they can't remember or can't pick up the phone.

When they ramble on and

Please don't blame them.

When they begin to forget to buckle and tie their shoes.

When they start getting their clothes dirty while eating.

As they combed their hair, their hands began to tremble.

Please don't rush them.

Because you're growing up.

And they're getting older.

As long as you're in front of their eyes.

Their hearts will be warm and stable.

"If One Day".

When they stand unsteadily.

When you can't walk.

Please hold their hands tightly.

Walk slowly with them.

Like. Like.

Back then, they were holding you like they were holding you.

When the students copied the knowledge written by the teacher on the blackboard, have you ever thought about what left the handwriting on the blackboard so that we can get the knowledge? As my classmates know, it's chalk.

The chalk is short and white, and looks very inconspicuous, with one end pointed and one end wide, like a wooden stick. It is made of lime. You don't think it's short, small, inconspicuous, and not as shiny and ornate as pens, brushes, and pencils, but it can be far more useful than pens, brushes, and pencils.

It is precisely because of this little chalk that he silently sacrificed himself that he cultivated batch after batch of outstanding talents in the motherland.

In the classroom, the chalk is silently lying on the ordinary lectern, silently waiting to dedicate his life, the gray-haired teacher, taking its white and flawless body, let it dance freely with the sound of "squeak", with the graceful dance of chalk, on its unique stage, depicting a line of handsome and beautiful fonts. However, with the end of this "song of dedication", the chalk's body gradually shortened and ended. But it was never afraid, but silently shortened until it was reduced to powder and vanished into the air.

Although it does not have a mouth that can speak well, and a gorgeous coat, and some of it is only silently giving, it is no wonder that some people will compare it to the most glorious profession under the sun - teachers.

Do you still underestimate this little chalk? There is greatness in the ordinary.