Back view composition for sixth grade

In daily study, work and life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and convey knowledge and information. So how to write a good composition? The following is a composition for grade six that I have carefully compiled. It is for reference only. I hope it can help everyone. Back view of the sixth grade composition 1

By the side of the road, cars were speeding away, and the street lamps cast a trembling light. He and she walked lonely under the lamp together, silently, blending into the dim light, leaving behind a pair of deep silhouettes.

The sixth grade, in my mother’s words, is “the key to life.” All private schools are holding admissions exams, and even the No. 1 Middle School in the town has gone to great lengths to hold two speeches. The class was even more lively. As soon as the bell rang every day, the students would race against time and discuss in small groups. As the saying goes, like a "son", there must be a "father". Parents are extremely busy. They surround the math teachers every day, looking for tips for further education.

But I still don’t understand why my parents can behave so calmly today, at this moment, at this moment? I watched helplessly as the top students in the class were exempted from their tuition fees, and one of the preferential places was taken away by Xinxing and Xinghai one after another. I felt very uncomfortable in my heart. But my mother replied to me: "My parents are high school teachers! They look further than other parents. Don't worry, No. 1 Middle School is the best choice."

There will always be a moment when anger breaks out. My heart has changed from understanding to anger. I really want to "look up to the sky and scream" - why do I have parents who can't keep up with the facts? One day, I asked my parents for the nth time, but they were still the same, and they continued to answer the same: "My parents are-" "High school teachers!" I couldn't help but feel angry, "You said, 'Success or failure depends on this one move. 'What if I fail in the future? Can't you make multiple choices?"

They looked at each other and smiled helplessly: "We just want to know more about you, and we don't want to let you go. You left our sight too early."

I was stunned, and then relieved.

I only thought about flying higher and higher, but forgot about the two old birds behind me who were feeding me; I ran faster and faster, but behind me, their steps were no longer as vigorous as they were when they were young.

It turns out that their reason is so simple.

Tears fell slowly, but they could not wash away the guilt and self-blame in my heart.

The two of them were walking slowly under the lamp, when a small figure came towards them, and the three people's backs were intertwined, sweet and happy under the sunshine that no longer trembled. Back view of the sixth grade composition 2

The wind was blowing loudly and the rain was falling. The white flowers are all covered with water, almost like a flowing river, with countless water flowers blooming vying for the first place. From a distance, the buildings and trees are blurry.

I stood in front of the window and looked out, thinking: The wind is so strong and the rain is so heavy, the postman will definitely not come. Alas - I can't read the newspaper today! At this moment, I noticed a vague shadow appearing in the wind and rain. Taking a closer look, it was a cyclist. I saw him bending his waist, pedaling the bicycle hard against the storm, looking extremely difficult. As I got closer, I saw clearly that the man was wearing a green hat and green clothes. He was the postman uncle! So, I quickly opened the door to receive him.

His whole body was wet, soaked by the rain; his face was also wet, whether it was sweat or rain. And there was no one around outside. Why wasn't he wearing a raincoat? I was very surprised. When I looked at the mail package again, I realized it. It turned out that his raincoat was used to cover postage packages. "Uncle postman, thank you for your hard work. I thought you wouldn't come, but I didn't expect..." He wiped the water droplets on his face and said with a smile: "Our work should be rain or shine, why?" Can you come?" He opened the mail package carefully and handed it to me: "This is your Yangzi Evening News." I took the things and said to him, "Uncle postman, wait a moment, I will give it to you. Find a raincoat." He waved his hand: "Thank you, no need, it's already wet anyway." He put the mail bag away, got on his bicycle, and rushed into the wind and rain. No one knew. How many times will he have to shuttle back and forth in this rainy weather... I looked at the green back and let out a series of thanks in my heart. "Uncle Postman, thank you!" Back View Sixth Grade Composition 3

My room faces the west and is in a dark place, while my parents' room faces the south and faces the sun in a bright place. Therefore, the sunlight in my parents' room often Reflected on the floor of my room.

In summer, the dazzling sunshine actually poured into the whole room. My family walked by the door. I gradually summarized the characteristics of their shadows. The little one jumped happily past the naughty brother, and the one holding the It was my father who was both calm and fast in filing, and I couldn't figure out the shadow of my mother, because she was holding a basin of clothes, sweeping the floor in front of me, and walking leisurely past. By the end of summer, I gradually concluded that the characteristics of my mother’s shadow were that the strangest shadow was always my mother, and she would always quietly stick her head out to see what I was doing. I knew she was looking to see if I was serious. study.

Every time, I wanted to turn around and look at her, but I didn't do that. I wouldn't look at her quietly until she left for a while.

Every time I see this thin back, I always feel that my mother is looking at me with a stern look, forcing me to study hard.

I remember one day, we went to Shashanzi to visit my grandpa and grandma. When we came back, because there were few cars, we were waiting for the bus on the roadside. The sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun was shining on the earth. I saw it again The thin shadow became silent for a moment, and I seemed to hear the collision of the setting sun and the earth. The shadow was a bit stubborn and refused to disappear. The afterglow created a golden edge for my mother. I could no longer stand the dazzling sunshine. I bowed my head deeply and waited for the bus with my parents.

This silent figure taught me a lot. If life is a book, then the most written words in the book are about mothers. If life is a drama, then the mother appears the most. When you open the book, you will see the back of your mother. It is a drama. , the mother’s back is also essential.

Mother's love is like the fragrance of spring, the enthusiasm of summer, the tranquility of autumn, and the whiteness of winter. In the long dark night, the golden back will always guide me forward.

Only when you know how to cherish can you discover this silent love. Back View Sixth Grade Composition 4

Autumn has just passed, and winter has arrived in a hurry. The sparrows are still singing on the branches, and the sweet sound makes me long for the time when I went to my grandparents’ house.

Every weekend when I was a child, I couldn’t wait to go to my grandparents’ house. There were streams, bamboo forests, flocks of sparrows, and grandparents who were looking forward to my visit.

Every time, grandma hopes that I stay at her house to spend more time with her. But because I was ignorant, besides staying with her at home at night, I also went out to play if I didn't go to school. Grandma would often cry alone.

Gradually, as I grow older, my relationship with my grandparents becomes deeper and deeper, and I become more and more inseparable from my grandparents.

Today is the weekend again. As usual, I can’t wait for my grandma to pick me up and take me to their house. Grandma came early. She was bent over, looking older and older, her hair had become silvery, and her body bones were no longer so strong. When she was about to set off, she said, "Wait a minute, I'll buy some fruit to eat on the road." After saying that, grandma walked step by step to the fruit stall across the road.

I immediately discovered my mistake. My grandma was already over sixty years old and her legs and feet were not very flexible, but I caused her trouble. She moved slowly, looking at her struggling back, I lowered my head.

Grandma bought the fruit, handed it to me, patted my head, and said to me with a smile on her face: "Let's go, don't keep grandpa waiting."

I was on the road, but my feet seemed to be filled with lead. I felt very uncomfortable. Every time I asked her to pick me up, it was so hard! I stopped and looked at my grandma's thin back. The tears swirling in my eyes finally fell. I cried, so completely and sincerely. I rushed over, tears falling like broken beads. I hugged grandma and held her tightly, as if I was afraid that she would run away.

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Perhaps in the minds of many children, what their mother left them was either kind comfort or a loving smile, but what my mother left for me was always an out-of-reach figure.

My mother is a kindergarten teacher. She leaves early and comes home late every day, so she often can’t take care of me. During holidays, after the homework is completed, I have nothing to do. Living like a homebody every day makes me feel like I am turning into a gray briquette. Now it's the longest holiday of the year - summer vacation. I originally thought that my mother could take me out to have fun and relax, but I didn't expect that my mother would go on a business trip to give lectures again, leaving me alone at home. To be honest, I have become accustomed to this. Every time I smile and say: "Go, Mom, I will be obedient!" But my heart feels inexplicable tingling. I obviously want to keep her, but I can't say the words to keep her, but I know that my mother is so busy and running all because of me, so I can only think about her silently in my heart, and occasionally call her to listen to her voice.

One time, I actually scored 100 points in my English test. I was very excited. I rushed home after school, thinking about telling my mother the news as soon as possible, but when I wanted to speak, But my mother said: "Mom has to rush to do courseware today and give lectures tomorrow. She may not come back until next week." Looking at my mother's busy back, tears welled up in my eyes. I lowered my head and turned towards the bedroom.

I was too angry to tell my mother the news. My mother didn’t know until the teacher called her. "Tongtong, why didn't you tell your mother that you got 100% in the exam? I'll give you some money and buy something you want. Mom has to go to work." Before I could say anything, my mother had already walked out of the door. "You didn't give me a chance to tell you. You were busy at work every day, and you couldn't take care of me."

Mom, what you leave me is always an out-of-reach figure.

Back View Sixth Grade Composition 6

"Avengers" is released! This is a movie I have been looking forward to for a long time and I must not miss it! When the weekend comes, I can't wait to come to the cinema, ready to enjoy this visual experience A gluttonous feast.

I rushed to the front desk, wishing I could sit in front of the wide screen immediately and follow the thrilling progress of the heroes! The conductor saw my anxious look and asked before I could say anything, "Are you here to see "Avengers"?" I nodded quickly. "Sorry, the tickets are sold out!" "What?!" I exclaimed, my mood suddenly falling from the peak to the bottom. Oh, what a coincidence! I asked with slim hope: "When is the next show?" The conductor pointed to the big screen behind him and said, "The next show will be in four hours!" This answer made me extremely frustrated. , looked back anxiously at the entrance where ticket checking had begun. Hulk, Iron Man, Thor, Captain America, Hawkeye, all the familiar Marvel heroes seemed to be waving to me enthusiastically, but I could only linger outside, watching them so close yet so far out of reach!

Just when I was at a loss and unwilling to do anything, a warm voice sounded in my ears: "Little classmate, do you want to watch "Avengers"?" I looked back and saw that it was a boy. A kind aunt. "Yes!" I sighed and replied: "It's a pity that there are no tickets. I can only come again tomorrow!" The aunt smiled and said: "You must be looking forward to this movie very much! So, I have a ticket here. , I planned to take my children to watch it together. I’ll give this ticket to you. Come in, the movie will start soon!” I hurriedly declined: “No, Auntie, you bought the ticket, you must also like it. Movie. I can come back tomorrow!" Seeing my hesitation, the aunt came forward and put the ticket in my hand without any explanation: "It's okay, just go in quickly! Don't miss the wonderful opening!" , before I could say anything, the aunt turned and left, and her back quickly disappeared into the crowd of people in the cinema.

The movie that day was very exciting and unforgettable. But what is more unforgettable is the warm and kind figure of the aunt. Back View Sixth Grade Composition 7

The wind is still as bleak as ever, and the sun is no longer shining on the ancient small building of the past.

On a winter day, a merciless fire burned the small building and extinguished the lively laughter in the small building, leaving only the slightest chill.

This small building was originally very cheerful. Children all loved to play here. The small building was very happy. However, only Huo was jealous of the beauty here and deliberately wanted to destroy all the happy and beautiful things here. . The fire spread, and soon the entire building was destroyed and destroyed. The residents living here all fled for their lives. When only half of them escaped, the wooden stairs leading from the third floor to the first floor were burned down. There were still 9 residents upstairs who had not escaped, and there was no way to go downstairs. These people had to climb to the top floor to call for help.

The fire brigade arrived, but what left the fire brigade at a loss was that the alleys in this old residential area were too narrow for fire trucks and ladder trucks to drive in. The firefighters had to use fire extinguishers to put out the fire first. Seeing the fire spreading to the top floor little by little, all the trapped people can do now is to save themselves. A young man made a prompt decision and tore up the sheets hanging on the top floor, made them into ropes, and hung them on the guardrail. The first person came down along the rope, then the second, the third, and finally the seventh person. Oops, the rope is about to break and can only bear the weight of one person! Seeing that the fire is about to burn the guardrail, the eighth woman in line does not hesitate to move her son forward. There were tears. The son seemed to understand what his mother meant and slid down the rope. However, the mother was buried in the sea of ??fire. The last thing the son saw of his mother was her back in the blazing fire.

In just a few seconds, she unreservedly interpreted the greatest maternal love in the world, and at the same time she stopped the beating of her beautiful red heart.

The wind blew through again, blowing away the warmth there, but not the desolate beauty... Back view of the sixth grade composition 8

Early in the morning, at five or six o'clock, The sky has not yet turned white, and the branches are shining as if they have been beaten by frost. I was running alone on the road.

After a while, I became tired from running, so I stopped and breathed heavily. Under the streetlight not far away, an old cleaner was cleaning the street. He quickly swept the garbage into a pile and collected it with a dustpan. He held the handle with both hands and pushed it with his knees. I saw him pouring the garbage into the garbage truck with great effort. Then he walked to a protruding blue brick and stepped on it flatly with his feet.

This old man has been working on this street for many years. His wrinkled face is full of vicissitudes of life, and his gray hair is a little messy by the wind. But the old man was in good spirits. His coat was placed on the garbage truck nearby and he was only wearing a thin sweater.

I picked up the cotton-padded jacket from the garbage truck, ran to him and said, "Grandpa, it's cold, please wear more clothes." He took the cotton-padded jacket with his skinny hands, but his eyes were full of Sad: "This is the last time I clean this street, I will leave this morning.

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"What? Really? Can't you stay a few more days? "I can't believe my ears.

"No way. "The old man looked up at the street that had accompanied him for seven or eight years, his eyes full of memories and nostalgia.

" Go upstairs quickly, don't freeze your body. "The old man waved his hand to me, as if saying goodbye to me.

Under the white light, the old man got on the tricycle and rode unsteadily into the distance, leaving only his body stretched by the street light.

"Goodbye! This old man dedicated his life to the public. "I muttered silently in my heart, staring at the back, and my eyes gradually became moist. Back Figure Sixth Grade Composition 9

"Dingle bell..." The alarm clock rang, and I opened my drowsy eyes and looked out. At first glance, a familiar figure caught my eye. It was her again, the aunt who was cleaning the community! She was not very tall, had short hair that was close to her ears, and had strong, rough hands. Wearing a set of yellow work clothes and a work hat, no matter it is hot or cold, whether it is windy or raining, I can see her figure. In her eyes, there is no weekend or holiday. < /p>

I remember one Sunday, I bought an ice cream and threw away the wrapping paper. After a while, there was a shout: "Hi, kid. "I turned around quickly. She said: "Kid, how can you throw confetti everywhere! "While talking, he picked up the wrapping paper and said: "Children, think about it, if everyone throws confetti everywhere like you, how can we still live! Besides, our Huzhou is about to hold the second Hubi Cultural Festival. As a small citizen of Huzhou City, you should not throw paper scraps! "After listening to my aunt's words, I lowered my head in shame and said softly, "I'm sorry." When I said these three words, the anger on my aunt's face suddenly disappeared. There was another thing that made me I respect my aunt even more. That morning, I was playing in the community and noticed that my aunt didn't come at the usual time. It was 8 o'clock... 9 o'clock... 10 o'clock, but she still didn't come. Did she give up her job? Or is she sick? I saw so much garbage piled up on both sides of the path. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I ran downstairs with a broom. After a while, my hands were sore and my back was sore. It hurts. Only then did I realize how hard my aunt was. Unconsciously, she grabbed the broom from my hand and started sweeping. I learned from her mouth that she didn't come in the morning because she had a fever. . Suddenly, a feeling of reverence welled up in my chest, "Ah, what a good aunt!" Although he is sick, he still does not forget his responsibilities! "

Now, whenever I meet an aunt, I always call out with respect: "Hello, aunt!" "Back View Sixth Grade Composition 10

That year, I moved to a community. The environment was very good, the air was very fresh, and the corridors were clean. I liked it very much. My mood improved every day when I went up and downstairs. Very happy. I thought: "Who is this who works hard to sweep away the trash for us every day?" "I wanted to find out, so during my lunch break, I went out and wandered in the corridor.

After waiting for a long time, I still didn't see it. I smashed the peels of melon seeds all over the floor, but still went home disappointed. I heard footsteps just as I sat on the chair. Could it be the mysterious man? I held my breath and waited for him to pass by my house. I glanced at him through the spy mirror. He was wearing blue. Wearing work clothes and holding an old broom and dustpan in his hands, he bowed slightly and looked about fifty years old. He went downstairs. I followed him and found him sweeping the melon seed peels I had just smashed. , but he didn’t seem to complain at all. At this time, I felt extremely guilty. Since then, I have never littered anywhere. I want to appeal to more people. This should be good for him.

He comes every day at noon, and the ground is clean. I am also very happy to see the corner of his mouth raised. Once again, he did not come. Could it be that he quit? Dislike this job? At noon the next day, I found him here again. I asked him anxiously: "What happened yesterday? Why didn't you come?" He said: "I had a fever yesterday and was lying at home, so I didn't come." "I grabbed the broom in his hand and started sweeping. After a while, it was done, but I felt sore in my back and was so tired that I was sweating profusely. I finally realized how hard their work was. He kept talking. Thank you, and you said that I am a sensible and good boy. A junior high school composition about cleaning workers

We must cherish the beautiful environment around us, because there is a familiar figure around us, which was obtained by his sweat. Everything here is hard-won, so let’s work together to create a better home! Back Sketch 6th Grade Composition 11

Winter in the North is always cold, so you have to stay indoors. I had to cover myself up before I dared to go out. This winter was extremely cold, and the city was covered with snow when I was young. There is always a different mood in the air.

This city is much more prosperous than my hometown, but it is still quiet at 4 o'clock in the morning. No one knows that someone is sleeping. Looking at the city, only the street lights reflected Xueer, which was particularly moving.

Look, that, that's the cleaner. The black cotton-padded jacket and the iconic yellow jacket look very bloated, and the gray trousers also show off his thick legs. Holding the snow clearing tool in hand, I thought it must be a woman. Suddenly she should have seen her shoelaces untied, and wanted to squat down. I don't know whether it was because she was fat or because she was wearing heavy clothes, but she accidentally sat on the ground. She tied her shoelaces, dragged her bulky body to pick up the snow-clearing tools, then bent down and swept the snow on the sidewalk, her back slightly pale.

Perhaps she has children to feed, or parents to support. Maybe her face is already covered with the frost marks of time, or maybe she still has hope in her heart and her eyes are still firm. I think her temples are already gray, her eyebrows and broken hair are covered with frost and snow mist condensed by the breath, and she also has a pair of vicissitudes of life and firm eyes. Maybe her face was covered in sweat, but she didn't have time to wipe it off; maybe she was exhausted, but she didn't have time to rest; maybe...

Cleaners are a group in this society. Working a job with a huge workload for a small salary. They started working while the whole city was still asleep, and when the city began to wake up they smiled at the fruits of their labor. That's how you work hard without asking for anything in return.

Walking through the clean road, seeing her figure is not beautiful, but it makes people feel moved. Gradually moving away, her figure began to blur.

But what lingers is her back. Back View Sixth Grade Composition 12

A bright moon hangs under the dark sky. Below are criss-crossing roads with flickering street lights everywhere. There is a bright spot in the middle. Shrouded in back. He held a bamboo broom in his hand, wore a bamboo woven hat on his head, and held a pipe in his mouth. From time to time, wisps of faint gray smoke came out of his mouth, leaving deep wrinkles on his dark face. His name is "Uncle Zhang".

The rising sun has revealed its smooth head, reflecting the sky red, and the gorgeous sunlight shines on his back, which is bright red. The birds sang, as if they were reciting words of respect to him, and the flowers hung "night pearls" and smiled cheerfully at him. He looked full of energy, and his hands with exposed veins looked extraordinarily hard-working. He walked through the crowd and waved the broom freely on the ground. The garbage and dust on the ground were also swept into the ancient garbage truck, leaving only a clean ground. He always smiles while working and makes a few jokes when meeting acquaintances. His name is "Uncle Zhang".

It rained heavily in the sky, and a hazy fog rose on the street. The raindrops fell on the road like flying flies. People hid in their warm homes and left the cold place of right and wrong outside. , there was only a dark figure walking on the roadside, wearing a raincoat, with soaked soles - it was "Uncle Zhang"! I saw him running to the sewer in small steps, pushing down hard with a broom to clear the blocked sewer, and then sweeping the water on the road into the sewer, and then the next sewer... The water accumulated on the road disappeared, Zhang The uncle also had water on his body. It was the rain from the sky mixed with his own sweat. He was so tired that he breathed in and out loudly. He trembled when he walked and completely lost his motivation. Suddenly, a feeling of admiration emerged.

When night fell, he left, leaving behind a long back... Back View Sixth Grade Composition 13

My father has been with me for twelve years, and I can’t forget it the most. It's his back.

I used to live on campus, and my father would watch my back every time. When I walked a long way and almost reached the teaching building, when I looked back, I could still see my father, who had become the size of his hand, waving to me in the distance. At that time, I never understood what was so good about the back view and why my father had to stand there for so long.

It was a year later that I solved this mystery. I no longer live in the hotel, but my father can’t stay with me due to work reasons. I finally understand my father’s mood...

That afternoon, my father slowly picked up his luggage and said softly : "I'm leaving..." I looked at my father's back through the window. My father's footsteps were very slow, almost walking step by step. His back is tall and tall, but his back is a little hunched, vaguely showing the traces of time. I looked at my father carefully and found that there were a few silver strands in my father's hair. When did this silver thread appear? How come I never noticed it? When I was a child, I loved touching my father's hair. It was dense and short, relatively soft, and the color was beautiful, black and shiny. Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a sore nose...

In recent years, in order to let the family live a better life, my father, who is already busy with work, has been running around all day long, working physically and mentally, and I don't know when. A little silver thread actually appeared.

My father's arms are still so strong and powerful, and it seems that it is not difficult to carry the heavy suitcase in his hands, but I can vaguely see the protruding veins on my father's arms...

The father slowly walked away. When he reached the intersection, he turned around and looked back, with a rare warmth in his eyes. After just a moment, he turned around and walked forward faster.

I stood in front of the window and couldn't look away for a long time. Thinking back to the short but warm memories of being together on the weekend, my nose became sore again. Looking at the empty intersection, I couldn't help but feel extremely melancholy.

I finally understand my father’s mood!

My father is getting older day by day, but I am growing up day by day, and I am my father’s greatest expectation and hope!

Whenever Thinking of my father's back that day, infinite determination will surge in my heart. This back view will be engraved in my mind and warm my whole life. Back View Sixth Grade Composition 14

When the relatives around you slowly grow old, all you can feel is helplessness and desolation... My grandfather is 82 years old, has inconvenience in his legs and feet, and cannot move easily. is the problem. But I always argued with him ignorantly, until I really knew what it meant to cherish family affection...

Every week I would accompany my grandpa to get a haircut, and every time I would He seemed extremely impatient, either saying yes or making excuses to refuse. Because grandpa's speed is very slow, one step feels like half a century has passed. However, I am also a person with an impatient personality, so I am "incompatible" with grandpa. Today grandpa asked to get a haircut again, and somehow I readily agreed. I immediately regretted it. Grandpa walked in front like a snail. I kept urging grandpa to hurry up, but I never imagined how helpless grandpa was trying his best at this time. As time passed by, I became more and more impatient, and began to speed up my pace. After a while, I left Grandpa far away. I looked back again and again, but I couldn't wait to see my grandpa. I ran back impatiently and saw my grandpa working hard, moving forward step by step, but I didn't care and still urged grandpa... I finally got to the barber shop, and again After a long wait, I wandered around on the road with nothing to do, while reflecting on my behavior. How could I do this? Grandpa is my relative, but I hurt his heart in such a naive way. Who would forgive this kind of behavior? ······When I was uneasy about my behavior, grandpa walked out of the barber shop slowly with a staggering step. I lowered my head and walked slowly behind my grandfather. Time passed little by little, and I suddenly raised my head and saw my grandfather's hunched back, bony hands, and weather-beaten cheeks, going away little by little. My soul felt uneasy, and the little bit of resentment slowly receded.

Time flies by, please cherish your loved ones, they are getting old slowly, don’t wait until you lose them to understand happiness... Back View Sixth Grade Composition 15

I can see your back lingering in that sunny photo album, watching you grow day by day, until you don’t need me and can walk that path independently, I can see the back of that sunny boy growing taller day by day. , but I will always be your favorite sister.

I have loved photography since I was a child, especially the back figures that are far and near.

Ever since you were born, I have taken pictures of you with a camera in various poses, but you can’t stand at all. Looking at your smiling face, there is a hint of fun, as if to say: "Sister is great!" Of course, I was very excited at that time. The sound of "bah bah bah" slowly echoed in my ears.

When you start walking, that little back will always fall down. I take a camera to capture your back, and you always look back at me with your lovely eyes. I thought the photo was of your sunny back, but when I showed the photo, it turned out to be a smiling face that was brighter than the sun.

When you entered kindergarten, you became sensible, humble, polite, and gentler than before. When I took you to the forest to take pictures again, I found that everything changed so quickly. You no longer look back at the camera with your whole face, but half of your face, jumping.

That was your third birthday. You and I made an agreement to plant a tree belonging to both of us in this forest and hang our titles on it. Watching the tree turn into a seedling, you slowly grow up. No one knew that a typhoon came three days before your birthday. Your heart is very anxious and you want to protect the young seedling. Unfortunately, you are unable to do so. I can cry silently, and I remember that back view...

You are growing up slowly, and your back is also growing up slowly. I will always be with you, my brother!

When I quietly closed the sunny photo album, a teardrop fell from the corner of my eye, but the sweet smile still hung on the corner of my mouth.