I am not a good daughter (composition for middle school students)

My bike is broken! Even if it rains, the house will leak! It is a challenge to fight alone on the visible road. Now I have to walk in the dark and enjoy the peace of the night!

Night, quiet, everything goes home; It is dark at night. Maybe the moon and the sun are reunited. Occasionally, a car roared by, and my three souls were scared out of seven souls.

If the Tang Priest experienced eighty-one difficulties in getting scriptures, then I returned to China only after eighty-two robberies! I complained to my mother and offered to use my brother's car, but my mother's "What about your brother" caught me off guard!

Outside the window, a strong wind suddenly blew, with willfulness and stubbornness, impacting all obstacles. Several leaves in the book also left the tree in tears and kissed the earth with attachment. With the wind, there is an overwhelming chill.

Maybe my mother realized the coldness in her words and moved her lips. I just wanted to say something, but I left her behind. I sat quietly in the bedroom, tears of injustice unwillingly overflowing; Outside, my mother sat quietly, too. At this moment, sadness is a door that separates the hearts of mother and daughter.

There are two plastic statues in the darkness: one is full of tears, and the other is full of sadness until late at night. ...

The next morning, when I opened my eyes and bathed in a ray of sunshine, my world was still swallowed up by darkness. My mother has been waiting to make amends in the middle of the night, but I have never been in love with a "mother".

Outside the window, the wind is still blowing violently. All the leaves hung their heads as if a gust of wind were apologizing. The wind still goes its own way. ...

What does mom want to say? Mom is waiting.

I left downstairs without breakfast.

"You ride your brother's car!" Mom's words came from upstairs.

Outside the building, the wind seems to have slowed down. It stopped rampaging, but refused to touch the sad leaves on the tree.

Since you are young, don't worry about being frivolous. How do you know you have wings unless you can fly? Finally, I ran on my way to school. Suddenly there came a familiar voice, "You ride …" I was shocked: it turned out that my mother had been watching me upstairs! I felt a crystal liquid flowing out of my eyes and spreading ... but I still didn't look back, leaving only my mother's desperate eyes.

That song spread with time: "Look at my tears, and you don't look back. After crying, your heart turned to dust. I want beauty, but you don't want it. How can I face my broken heart ... "

When I came to school panting, I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears on my face. I suddenly feel very happy.

At night, although I was walking alone in the dark again, I was no longer afraid. On the way, I met my father who came to pick me up. He said, "Your mother cried today ..."

Tears blurred my eyes. In the dim light, I saw my mother's haggard face and helpless eyes. ...

At this time, the wind finally stopped, replaced by rain. The wind stopped there silently to accept the baptism of rain and bear the shock of the soul!

I am not a good daughter. I tortured my mother by torturing myself. I hurt her heart by hurting myself.

Suddenly remind of a poem:

Little Nutbrown hare said to Big Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I love radishes."

Big Nutbrown hare said to Little Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I love radishes."

Little Nutbrown hare said to Big Nutbrown hare, "I love you as much as I have moved for so many days."

Big Nutbrown hare said to Little Nutbrown hare, "I love you more than a hundred days after you grow up."

It turns out that love is always doubled with parents, and so is pain.

At first, the wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, hurting my mother's heart and waking my heart. ...