Hurry Hurry An essay on My Day 300 words

Updated on educate 2024-03-21
3 answers
  1. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    It's Cleveland Comfortable

  2. Anonymous users2024-02-06

    Writing ideas:You can write about a day at home with your parents, a day with your classmates, a day with your classmates, or a day at school and all teachers and students.

    Body:

    That day, my father drove me back to my hometown, and I never felt a trace of joy about it, whether it was a day's drive or my father's endless anger in a traffic jam.

    How to drive the car? ......How long will this block last?! The father cursed fiercely.

    Don't complain so much! The mother was responsible, and the father raised his eyebrows, and the mother had to look at him stupidly, but she didn't say a word.

    In the blink of an eye, the car was swept into the highway, the mountains were undulating, and the greenery was abundant, but my stomach was already tumbling over the sea, and my back was dripping with cold sweat - don't you blame my father for driving fast?

    I endured it and passed, thinking of the previous disagreement, my father's ordinary indifference, I made up my mind.

    Suddenly, an opaque black plastic bag was handed over, it was the father.

    Be careful. ”

    The father's tone was still as tough as before, but it couldn't help but be reminiscent of "warmth".

    The veins in his hands were as winding as green mountains, and the bones were distinct, as if they were a little thin compared to before, and they seemed to have not changed. I took the bag, and the hand was back on the steering wheel.

    His back has a tendency to fall but it is still broad, as if it is holding up the entire blue sky. His eyebrows flew diagonally into his sideburns, his hair looked like jagged crops, and the few white hairs that lay around his ears were like frosty grass. And his concerned eyes, thick in the rearview mirror, like magma, dodged him when my gaze met his.

    I rubbed the bag in my hand, and the discomfort in my stomach seemed to be only for a moment. Seeing my father's gray hair, as if there was a knife cutting off the flesh piece by piece, I suddenly remembered who tucked the quilt for me in the middle of the cold winter night, and who worked all night to organize my study materials.

    I had been bumpy throughout the day, and my father had been carrying me through the storms that might not be worth mentioning.

    Life is made up of countless days, but my father's love will stop at me every day.

  3. Anonymous users2024-02-05

    I've been working with 1000000000000 days

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