Essays or songs that miss their parents. 100 words .

It was a dark evening, and the wind was blowing outside the window, so I cleaned up the classroom and began to pack my school bag and prepare to go home. "Click" A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain poured down I secretly screamed in my heart, put my clothes on my head and rushed out, just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes It's my father, and my mother, but both of them only have an umbrella in their hands Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, and we didn't bring more umbrellas, let's fight together."

No, the rain is too heavy, and both of them will be wet, so I'll give this umbrella to Shihao. Dad hurriedly said as he stretched out his umbrella. "I fought with my dad.

Saying that, I jumped under my father's umbrella, my father held the umbrella in one hand, and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other, and the three of them and the two umbrellas were hidden in the mist, and I felt so happy and happy at that moment.

In a haze, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take my homework book with me because I was in a hurry to go to school, and my father found out and ran to send me to the classroom; I remembered when I forgot to get home because I was playing basketball, and my mother was hurrying around looking for me; I remembered his eager voice in the microphone when I called my father on a business trip: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, and you must not forget to pull down the brake knife first when you put on the fuse"; I remembered every time I took an exam, my mother's advice before leaving home:

Don't panic and believe in yourself. "There are so many memories of the past that I can't help but cry.

The love of parents is like the fragrance of lilies, which slowly converges and no longer drifts away. I think there may be no one in the world who will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? Perhaps far from it.

In the eyes of my parents, love is to walk with you, and you will never get tired no matter how far you go, so I will never forget my father's ardent words when he held my draft composition: "Change it, change it again and you can transcribe it." "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

As I write this, I can't help but think of the biblical prophet Elijah covering his face with his hands, not daring to look God's face in the face. I think that parents can enjoy this right, and they have the holy things that "God" has sown on the earth.

Jay Chou Listen to my mother.

Special gratitude to parents. Love your parents. Writes about the love of parents.

I know that our parents are like our siblings to help us, encouraging us when we are lost. It reminds me of that.

When I scored more than 60 points in the exam, I went home disappointed, I thought I was going to be scolded, but when I got home, my mother looked at the paper and said, "Child, it's okay!" I know you're always the best! This is the parents, the parents are the ones who believe in you unconditionally and always believe in you, the ones who always support and encourage us.

Mom and Dad, I want to say to you: thank you for your support to get me to where I am today.

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No, this one has a sick sentence.

A 100-word poem about "missing".

Autumn leaves are flying. The rotation obscures the footprints of the past.

Dancing in the snow. The falling light obscured the beam of longing.

Leaning against the trees and looking out. Flowing in the thin years.

Whose sweep is it waiting for?

Unintentional blur. Loneliness slid down the face with tears.

What kind of sorrow is hidden?

Across the bank. Flowing water rushes and misses.

Lonely in the rain. Fall a sad melody.

Falling flowers are scattered on the riverside.

Walk on the fragrance of flowers to find your shadow.

Youth flies to the clouds.

Wandering memories have nothing to do with you.

Hold back your thoughts. Build a flyover to find you.

Hold back your thoughts. Find your own floral scent.

The light that binds the thoughts.

Sprinkled with gloomy mood.

Since then, the orange memory has shone leisurely.

Jinan Mayor Qingyi High School No. 1: Light snow.

How many nights.

Rise up and cover us with a covering;

How many times to get sick.

You hold me anxious;

How many times the test is bad.

You patiently explained the mistakes to me.

How many times to be discouraged.

You keep encouraging me.

How many times to eat.

You always put good food in my bowl.

Who cares about us so much.

Oh! It turned out to be your kind mother.

Essay on human motherhood 100 words.

Today, I feel a strong longing, and I want to listen to my mother's nagging again! I rubbed my hands together and hurried back and forth as if I were standing on a red-hot iron plate, and many of the things that had attracted me so much became boring. The scenes of my mother used to come to my mind.

Mom is finally coming back today. "It's really hard to live without my mother, and when my mother comes back, I will definitely obey my words. "I made up my mind.

Mother's love is the persuasion of the mother-in-law when she is confused, mother's love is an earnest admonition when she travels far away, and mother's love is a kind of advice when she is in an ordinary life.