Urgent! Urgent! Essay on the topic of Treasure . Descriptive text. Ask for 300 words. Quick

It can be a memory, such as a father's gift, a friend's gift, or a lover's gift! It can be emotional! Keep it in your heart!

Treasure The following 300 words are omitted.

Yes, if I send it to you, I will do it!

Little kid, don't write it yourself, ask someone else to write it.

On Sunday, I opened the dusty diary and saw the little stories, and I couldn't help but laugh at the ignorance of my childhood. But when I got to the last page, I stopped. It was as if I pressed the rewind button, and he transported me to the summer of 2000 in my memory.

Summer mornings are always beautiful. After breakfast, every day I sat behind my father's bicycle and it drove me to school. The day passed quickly, but the weather changed as quickly as the time, and it began to rain lightly.

I wondered why my father hadn't come to pick me up, and I ended up walking home on my own. There was a chilling silence in the house, and my father slowly stood up from his seat and walked towards me. His expression was serious, but it could be seen that he was fighting mentally inside him, and finally he spoke:

Son, I'm going to work in the field. There was still a mechanical smile on his face, but I was in tears, and the silence was broken by the cry, as if to drown out the sound of rain outside. "Son, that's a good thing.

The father whispered, "This is the time to train you, don't you want to be a man?" I choked up and nodded, and a big warm hand landed on my shoulder: "Don't cry, come and wipe your tears."

As he spoke, he gently wiped the tears from my face. At night, I couldn't sleep for a long time, and I thought about my father's love for me: every morning, he sent me to school; Every day and night, he helped me review my homework; Every year, it is he who silently dedicates himself to me; Every spring and autumn, it is his ......The next morning, the sun seemed brighter than ever, and overnight, my father seemed to have aged a lot, perhaps because he had worked too much.

I sat on the back of the bike again, and I hugged him like a baby, and I wished time had passed more slowly, because I knew there weren't many opportunities like that. School arrived. After getting out of the car, a warmer hand patted me on the shoulder, although it was only a gentle pat, but he gave me encouragement, gave me support, and added a responsibility to my shoulders.

My heart was beating as if it had been my father's love that had given it life. I turned around and strode towards the school, never looking back, for I felt that my father's love remained in my heart and that his love would be with me forever! Closing the diary, I had mixed feelings, but looking at the family photo ** on the table, I smiled again, because I realized a truth:

Only after losing can we better understand what it is to cherish. This may be the most beautiful picture treasured in my heart, I want to cherish it and let my father's love last forever!