Ask for a narrative essay about your loved one and one for your stranger

This question is not a question of how to write, the main thing is to be able to write true feelings. The form doesn't matter.

I'm reading the newspaper, "Are you a filial son?" "The title appealed to me. I never doubted my filial piety to my parents, because I love my parents, they are my favorite, and I am 100% a filial son.

Mother's age" is the first question, isn't it too simple to ask? But I can't answer, is my mother 37 or 38 years old? "When is my parents' birthday?

Mom seems to have told me about her birthday, but I don't remember it. "What's your favorite food for parents? "I don't usually pay attention to that, what is it?

Parents ......I went through all the questions, but none of them could be answered. This disappointed me, am I not a filial son? How could I be as ignorant as a stranger about my parents? I sat there and fell into a deep contemplative ......

Every year, my parents would help me celebrate my birthday and give me gifts. But I didn't even know their birthdays. Usually, my mother cooks my favorite food, but I don't know ...... my parents' favorite foodI suddenly felt the urge to cry in my heart, why?

Why do people who get along with each other day and night understand differently? Parents all over the world know their children well, but how much do children know about their parents? I've been ignoring this since I was sensible.

My parents take care of me every day, of course, they know everything about me, and the most important thing is that they put their heart into me, so they will tolerate everything about you because they know you. But children always complain about their parents and dislike them, because they don't know their parents.

Because of my carelessness, I really didn't care about and understood my parents, which caused my closest relatives to become strangers. But, believe me, dear Mom and Dad, I will make amends with all my heart now and in the days to come, because I love you!

Around us, there are many ordinary people living around us, including our relatives, friends, teachers, classmates, ......Getting to know them not only enriches our lives, but also arouses our love for life. And in my heart, the person I remember is a stranger I don't know.

In those days, my mother was sick, and the old Chinese medicine doctor in the hospital said that she wanted to eat some fragrant pear stewed rock sugar. I woke up early in the morning and went to the nearest fruit stall to buy some pears for my mother. As soon as I walked to the market, I didn't see a single figure, and I secretly regretted it: it seems that I am late!

Fresh pears, fresh pears! A crisp children's voice echoed through the empty bazaar. I heard the criesman, and I ran to her as fast as I saw a savior.

Little sister, how much do you sell for this pear? I want them all. I asked, pointing to her basket of golden pears.

The little sister blinked a few times, looked at me and said, "5 yuan a catty, and now there are more than 3 catties left, so you can count it as 15 yuan." "Okay.

I put the basket of fragrant pears into my basket, poured it down, and said, "At such a young age, you started to come out to do business?" "In the past few days, my father has been sick and my mother has been laid off again, so I came out to sell some pears to subsidize the family.

Well, that's right, "I'm carrying a pear in one hand, and I'm going to take money out of my pocket with the other." But the pockets were empty, and there was nothing. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, blaming me for coming in too much of a hurry in the morning and forgetting to bring money.

I had to put back the pears that I had just put in the basket in disappointment: "I'm sorry, I forgot to bring the money." At this time, a middle-aged man walked over:

Little sister, I see that this place is very fresh, I want it! The man was about to pay when I whispered, "Oh, Mommy is still waiting to eat pears!"

I don't know if this little girl's ears are particularly smart, and the hand she just wanted to take the money retracted as if she had been electrocuted. Poured the pears back into my basket. The middle-aged man began to be puzzled:

You're fooling me! "I'm sorry, her mother is sick, please understand. As he spoke, he bowed to the man.

The middle-aged man seemed to understand: "I can't see it, you little girl is also quite humane!" I don't want this pear, just leave it to that child!

With that, he left. I looked at the basket full of pears and asked, "...... money.""It's fine.

The little girl smiled and said, "I'll be fine next time you meet here." Go back quickly, isn't your mother still waiting to eat pears? "Thank you," I turned and walked home.

Along the way, my heart couldn't calm down for a long time, the innocent eyes of the little girl selling pears, and the crisp cry seemed to be still in front of me and in my ears. The basket full of pears in my hand seemed to be filled with lead, and a warm current poured into my heart.

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