Appreciation of 300-word composition in senior high school entrance examination: walking on the way home

A beam of light in the distance alerted me, and I remembered the villain robbery in the novel and TV series. After all, I was still a minor girl, so I hid behind a tree on the side of the road and quietly observed it. An old man was dragging a car slowly, and an old woman in front showed him the way with a flashlight. I just walked out safely, but they were stunned. It turned out that they sold baked sweet potatoes in the market town ahead and went home. Seeing that I was alone, the old woman held my hand tightly and asked about the situation, as if I had escaped. I answered her question truthfully. She didn't say much. She took out a hot baked sweet potato from the stove and stuffed it into my hand. I refused, in fact, my stomach growled, but it was just an excuse for having no money in my pocket.

"Little girl, eat, you must be hungry, too. This sweet potato is for you, free! " The old man said gently. "Thank you!" I wolfed down my food before I finished. When they saw me eating "click" and looking greedy, the old couple both laughed. I kept thanking her while licking the mashed potatoes on my fingers. At this time, the old woman said, "You are grateful for eating one of my sweet potatoes. Then your parents raised you for more than ten years. How much food should you eat from them? How can you run away from home for a bad word? Do you think this should be? " I froze, staring blankly at the old woman, chewing this simple and powerful sentence, and my aggrieved heart suddenly became guilty. I was speechless and just bowed my head. This is the last Yu Nu.

"Little girl, go home. Your parents will be worried. Maybe they are looking for you everywhere. " The old man comforted me and said. "Let's walk together for a while, and then we'll give you a ride home." The old lady took my hand and walked back.

As the night was getting deeper, I helped the old man push the car back, and the cold wind blew head-on, which was not so biting. The owl's occasional crow is no longer so sad, and the dove's "flapping edge" seems to be shielding her children from the cold with warm wings. I listened to the sound of the wheels turning, interwoven with the whistle of the north wind, as if playing a March home.

"Xiao Cui! Xiaocui-"(a pseudonym), a familiar cry came from the front, and I knew it was the heartbreaking call of mom and dad. Hot tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help but respond loudly: "I'm here-"

"I'm here-"my old man and grandmother responded in unison.

Walking on the way home, I seem to have grown a lot at once. This deep path on a winter night left me with beautiful memories and a deep growth footprint!