I changed my elementary school essay, and I changed my elementary school essay topic

I've changed. I've loved eating fish since I was a kid. Therefore, fish is always indispensable on my mother's table.

She always piled the fish into my bowl and ate the head and tail with relish. However, my mother often got stuck in the fish bones. I thought it was strange at first:

Why does my mother always get stuck in fish bones, it's so careless! ”

The deep doubts in my heart have grown up with me. Once, my mother cooked a pot of fish soup for the whole family. The pale yellow soup has some steaming pieces of crucian carp of the right size in it.

There were some green and white green onions rippling on it, which was so beautiful that it aroused my appetite. I scooped up a bowl of soup and savored it slowly.

At this point, I thought, "I've never eaten fish heads, so what would fish heads taste like?" So I rummaged through the basin with a spoon --- look for the head.

I searched and searched, and I didn't! Or not! Where exactly is the fish head?

Then I'll look for fish tails to eat! But the result is the same as looking for the fish head just now--- and there is no!

Hey, it's evil! Only the fish body is in the whole enamel basin. My doubts became even greater, and my mind was full of bouncing question marks, and finally I simply gave up and stopped thinking about it.

On weekends, I went to my grandmother's house to play. I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, are the fish heads and tails delicious?"

Grandma shook her head again and again and said, "**Delicious! The head of the fish has no flesh, but bones; The fishtail is full of spines and can easily get stuck.

She told the heartwarming story of her mother when she was a child:

In the early eighties, people's living standards improved, but after all, income was limited. My grandmother's family could only eat fish once or twice a month. Whenever I ate fish, my grandparents would always give the best fish to my mother, uncle, and aunt, while my grandmother and grandfather greeted everyone, while they were nibbling on the head of the fish or munching on the "delicious" tail.

And now, the people who eat fish heads and tails have been replaced by grandparents and mothers. Eating fish has long been a problem, but my mother eats the head and tail of the fish herself in order to keep me from getting stuck in the bones in order to eat the delicious fish. Suddenly, it dawned on me:

I found out why my mother got stuck in the fish bones and why there was only fish left in the soup.

When dinner time came--- there was another ** braised fish on the table. Without saying a word, I picked up the head of the fish and gnawed on it, and my mother saw it and asked in surprise, "Why don't you eat fish today?" ”

I shook my head: "Don't eat, don't eat, I'm tired of eating fish for a long time......."”

I ate this meal very deliciously. This piece of fish soaked in love taught me how to pass on love. Now, I use this piece of fish to make my elders feel my love for them. This sincere love will be passed down from generation to generation ......