Seek a perfect composition on family ties in the senior high school entrance examination.

My sight was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long. ...

That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes are tied to a blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

I know that many things in the world have their value, otherwise people will not do business, and a lot of economic formulas in political classes will lose their meaning of existence. But I know that affection can't be measured by price. Affection is priceless, because it is not a commodity, so it cannot be exchanged.

Our parents work hard and take good care of us. They put all their efforts on us, but how many of us can be moved by it? Does this ignore the "priceless" affection?

Family ties are priceless. It doesn't shine like a diamond, it doesn't shine like jade, it doesn't shine like a pearl. All it has is an ordinary, simple and plain one.

Affection is priceless, it is not elegant and gorgeous. It gave up its prosperity, but left a deep aftertaste.

In fact, each of us lives in a world that is nourished by family all the time, but we just don't know how to cherish it.

When your hands are cold, a cup of hot water handed over by your parents is affection.

When I catch a cold, my parents' phrase "put on more clothes" is affection.

When frustrated, if parents "don't lose heart", it is affection.

When you succeed, your parents' joy and praise are family ties.

Affection is subtle, just the most common detail in life. We can't use power to possess it, because it has never been the object of power conquest; You can't buy it with money, because it is never a commodity, but you can enjoy it with your life.

Beggars can have nothing, but they can't live without affection. Can we let a beggar exchange his old mother for the rich man's money? Billionaires can buy everything, but not family. Can rich people buy an old mother with money? Obviously, any idea of buying and selling family ties is absurd. Because affection is never a commodity, it is priceless.

Pure and beautiful affection is like a lake of spring water. The wind blows ripples, and only the heart can feel them, and feel the ripples from the middle of the lake.

This is happiness.

Go back to school again As before, my mother sent me here. I walked in front and my mother walked behind.

Although it is autumn, the sunshine is not warm, which is not much different from the scorching sun in July. I kept shouting hot, it was too hot, and my mother didn't say a word. On the road, there is no shadow of the car. I muttered, "Why hasn't the bus come yet?" Will it be too hot for drivers to hide and rest? Are you going to have a fight with me and not come? Isn't it ... alas, it's so boring! "

After waiting for a while, my mother suggested, "Go to the front. There may be a car ahead. " So, I walked forward, and my mother walked behind. "Mom, go home. It's too hot. I don't care. " I said to my mother. "Send you for a while. Don't worry! " Mom said. Now my mother and I are walking side by side, silent to each other.

A breeze blew and shook my mother's black hair. Vaguely, I seem to see something white mixed in my mother's hair. Watch it, it's white hair! I was shocked! For a long time, I didn't care about the traces that years would leave on my mother. I only know that my mother is my mother, and my mother will always be young!

I never thought that my mother in her thirties had white hair on her head! Look at the mother's face again, and it is clear that it has been wrinkled by the wind and frost of the years. Dead people are like this! My mother grows old day by day, and I grow up day by day. My mother silently put all her love on her children. I'm very happy, mom said. Of course she is happy to see her daughter grow taller and smarter every day.

I walked around with my mother, but no car came. Look at my mother. She is a little fat and has a hard time walking. She's already sweating. "Mom, go home, don't send it, I can go to school." I said, it looks sincere. "For a while to send you, for a while to the front. Look, my mother is very happy to send her daughter! " Mom said quietly, keep going. I don't want mother and daughter to remain silent like this. I never gossiped with my mother before, but now I take the initiative. My mother listened carefully to my performance at school and the interesting things that happened at school, as if she were in it, as infatuated and lovely as a child.

There was a big tree in front of me, and I stopped, and so did my mother. "Mom, you go home and don't send it again." I urged again and again. "Just send it for a while, anyway, I am out, and there is nothing at home!" Mother answered again and again. Happy as a child!

"Du ..." A car rang and mother smiled. I smiled, too. The bus finally came. When I got on the bus, my mother was still standing under the tree looking at me, just like red sorghum bathed in autumn wind. "Mom, go home quickly!" I said loudly to my mother.

"Remember, you must study hard!" My mother kept telling me. The car went farther and farther, and finally disappeared into the sight of mother. I know my mother must still be there watching, with a loving smile and happiness on her face.

~ ~ ~ Hee hee! Too many copies! I hope it helps you!