Junior high school essay 600 words, the title is a song in the depths of memory

There is a voice, in the depths of my memory, when I was a child, it was like clothes on my body, always with me, and when I was older, it was like a working parent, only a few days with me, although I didn't like it either. For it does not reach the ears like the sounds of the wind, the rain, or the chirping of birds in nature; Because it is not as affectionate as the sound of reading, singing, and cheering on campus; Because it is not as beautiful as the applause, laughter, and admonition in life, but it is indeed hidden in the disc of my memory, and it is still faintly visible. It is buried in the heart of memory, and the poor can only rely on him (her) to recall.

Yes, it's --- childhood cry.

Some people will ask, is there any difference between crying as a child and crying when growing up? Yes! I can tell you firmly, because the cry of childhood is full of dissatisfaction with people, and the voice is also very loud, without the sobbing of the big time, it sounds more bleak and creepy than when I grew up, because it is often used as a background when the film company makes thrillers**.

It is sometimes very beautiful, just imagine--- in a difficult family, born a little life, at the moment of birth, the cry also came, the hanging hearts of the family also fell, when the father held the crying baby, how gratifying, how beautiful the cry was!

In life, it is like a trumpet of charge, full of commands. There was a sound, and immediately someone came to hug and coax; Two sounds, and immediately someone took water and food; Three sounds, someone came to tease.

That voice is not in the same world as me now, in the words of my math teacher.

There are many kinds of sounds, such as wind, rain, thunder and other sounds in nature; The sounds of various animals, such as birdsong, wolf howl, tiger roar, etc.; Sounds created by humans, such as laughter, whistles, and mechanical sounds, can be said to happen all the time, and they are all being listened to. But I firmly believe that the cry of childhood is one of the most special, beautiful and warm sounds in the world.

There is a song in the depths of my soul, a hymn to my parents. When I was six years old and went to school, my mother told me the story of "The Kitty and the Chick". She told me:

The eagle can fight in the sky, because he has a lofty ideal, and he wants to fly to the side of the sun father. But the chicks were afraid of getting cold from the wind, so they didn't dare to get out of the nest, and finally had to fly up the low wall. "This made me understand that people must have lofty ideals, and they must not be afraid of setbacks, and only when they grow up can they serve the motherland a lot!

When I was discouraged because of my unsatisfactory test results, my father would say to me in a kind tone: "Good boy, don't be discouraged, failure is the mother!" Besides, an unsatisfactory exam does not mean that every exam is unsatisfactory, and people must have backbone, tenacious perseverance, and be able to withstand setbacks.

My father's words reinvigorated me, and I believed that I could do well in every exam.

When I was proud of my grades, my parents would say to me solemnly, "Just after the grades, you will your tail to the sky, okay?" Don't you know that 'there is a heaven outside the sky, and there are people outside the man'?

A short sentence of teaching, so that I know that humility makes people progress, pride makes people backward, this does not correspond to the humble bamboo has a bow leaf, proud bone plum no back flower?

The growth of this little eaglet, my parents gave me the noblest and most selfless love.

I, a little eagle who has not yet taken off, will shake my spirit, fly out of the mountain to the sun, sing the song of my heart, dedicated to my parents who care and caress me!

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