One thing that moved me-composition.

I woke up from that affectionate and earth-shattering love novel and rubbed my sore eyes, only to find my mother playing with Molly. I asked my mother, "Mom, do you love my father?" Mom paused at this, then blushed and said; "Silly girl, you ask everything, and you don't know how to be shy." "Then tell me, what is love?" I was still unwilling, so I asked. "Love is like jasmine, with faint fragrance, profound experience and unforgettable feeling." Mom blurted it out, but I didn't understand the meaning.

The night before my father came back from a business trip, my mother fell ill and was admitted to the county hospital. Before leaving, she asked me to buy frozen jiaozi and make up a "beautiful lie". When my father came back, he didn't fall into my mother's trap, nor did he eat jiaozi, which I made for the first time in my life. When he learned the story, he rushed to the county hospital hundreds of miles away to take care of his kind wife.

The next day, when I opened the door of the hospital, a warm scene came into view: my father put one hand on his mother and the other hand on the bed, snoring like thunder. My mother is covered with a quilt and her face is filled with a happy smile. A beam of sunshine outside the window shines obliquely, which is so warm and peaceful. I walked softly into the ward with a bunch of jasmine in my hand, just to wake up my father. Dad pulled me out of the door and told me not to wake my mother. Dad's eyes were bloodshot, and I asked with distress, "Dad, why don't you sleep and make yourself so tired?" Dad said, "I'm sleeping to death." I'm afraid your mother won't call me if something happens. I am kneeling on her, as long as she moves, I will know. " There is no rhetoric, only a few short words make my nose sour.

When my father went to buy breakfast, I put jasmine flowers in a vase. Looking back, my mother was looking at me. "Ah, so you are pretending to sleep?" "Feng, come and rub your legs for your mother." I'm surprised. I slept all night and didn't do heavy work. Why does my leg hurt? My mother seemed to see my doubts and said to me, "I didn't move last night for fear of waking your father." I didn't expect my legs to be so useless. It was really uncomfortable. " Hearing this, I couldn't control my tears any longer and let them flow out. Suddenly, I remembered my mother's words: "Love is just a profound experience."

Dangers and setbacks in life, repeated failures and blows have tempered our will and given us many profound experiences. At this time, I found that the sun was shining on the bunch of jasmine, and the jasmine was more colorful.