How to write a self-recommendation essay in the first volume of fifth grade

Childhood without Tears

Cui Rixin

There are some gray dust suspended in the sky, and the sunlight looks so pale because it cannot be transmitted through. The cry that announced my arrival did not tear apart the gray sky. Instead of shedding tears, it became even sadder.

The sky is gray. The picture in my memory will always be of this tone. Life is filled with an emptiness that can never be described. What I hide in the corner is a chill that no one will ever understand. Every day I count the passing cars over and over again, say some comforting words to myself over and over again, pray for my dreams to come true over and over again, look forward to rain and a rainbow over and over again, Looking forward to seeing a glimmer of beauty.

In my trance, I seemed to see the candlelight that was awake in the middle of the night reflecting on my tired body. The new words hanging on the wall surrounded me like pursuers. My father shouted loudly on the side: "What is this?" ? Why can't you do it so easily? "Just because I was like an idiot about that abstract concept, I kept silent. What I got in return was scolding that turned into corporal punishment. , I slowly fell asleep amidst my own crying, but there were no tears on the pillow in my memory.

I forgot what year and month my great-grandmother left me when I was still young. My relatives almost shed all their tears, but I just shouted "grandma" a few times in confusion. There was no more sadness; a few years later, my grandma also passed away. I, who had been pampered by her since I was a child, did not shed any tears. An invisible line separated us gently, and I could not shed any tears.

So, some people said that I was cruel.

Just because I don’t cry. I think, I have no tears, at least, in that innocent age, but who can really live without tears for a lifetime?

Later, I went to school and ended my worry-free life.

One day, just because of a small thing, I was scolded by the teacher. At that moment, I tasted a bitter taste. Suddenly, I understood that this was something caused by injury—it was tears.

So, I learned the ability to shed tears without making a sound, and I learned to silently vent my emotions. At that moment, my childhood left me.

A day without rain may not be sunny, and a childhood without tears may not be happy. The memory picture gradually shrank, and finally settled on a gray sky. That piece of gray weighed heavily on me, suppressing the childhood that I didn’t want to recall.

My Childhood Life

Qi Lin

The river is no longer the majestic one in my memory; the tree is no longer the lush and towering one in my eyes. My beautiful childhood is gone forever...

The accumulation of years has accumulated a lot of dust, but they have the most beautiful colors and the sweetness that has been brewing for a long time. No one knows whether it is the paradise in fairy tales.

That river, that tree, that person.

My beautiful childhood...

Behind my grandma’s house, there was a forest. The trees grew extremely vigorously, and there were large areas of grass there, lush and orderly. When it's time to go out and play, I will hold my sister's little hand and go there to play together. We dug wild vegetables, caught butterflies, watered the ant holes, and laughed non-stop when we saw the ants running around. We used the remaining water to water the small tree we planted. We swore in front of the small tree: "We will always be best friends and will never be separated."

When we are tired of playing, we Go to the river. The two of them sat on the concrete platform, took off their smelly socks that hadn't been washed for several days, and dropped their little feet into the cool water. They stepped on the soft water waves, causing ripples and sparkling waves.

At that time, the sky was blue, the water was clear, and the wind was warm.

We leaned on each other until grandma came to ask us to go home for dinner at noon, and then we left. When we left, we gave a handful of wolf needles, and I inserted one into my sister’s clothes. I checked one and ran home.

Behind us are the boundless river, green woods, and the small trees we planted...

After lunch, we sometimes feed the chickens together. The chickens are afraid of us. We will pick up the chickens and force them into the nest so that they can eat them. Once, I put my sister in the chicken coop. She was so scared that she cried and said she would never play with me again. I ran to the river and found some small animals like shells for her. She happily kissed me and said: "Next time...sister, please don't put me...in the henhouse..." This kind of thing The happy days lasted until I was in elementary school, and then they were carefully restrained by time.

The river has been dyed black.

There is not much left of that tree.

That man has been released from heaven.

My beautiful childhood is gone forever...

My simple little happiness is boundless...

Music Complex

Du Yu

I don’t remember when I fell in love with music. It must have been a long time ago.

I know that I am destined to be dependent on music, so I can give up everything outside myself for it.

In the dark and quiet night, I listen to my music. Only then can I truly blend with it.

My favorite is the guqin

I love the guqin so deeply.

Love the dust-laden vicissitudes of its strings; love its low hum when caressed between fingers; love its heart-breaking melody, and love its poetic connotation.

My personality determines that I am destined to be crazy about it and be changed by it.

The silent cello

The low tone of the cello makes my impetuous heart calm and peaceful, and I meditate with it. Then, the heart is as still as water, and slowly grows old.

Xiao

...... ......

What has never been spoken - ethereal.

…………

Commercial music

I don’t like commercial music and those packaged beautiful singers - they are all vases.

What is comforting is that among these commercial music whose ultimate goal is to make money, there are still very few musicians who stick to their ideals and make real music. RONE is one of them.

RONE’s commercial music is like natural, uncarved jade. Simple, pure and true. No need for flashy packaging and strong promotion. I can make a cup of milk tea, close my eyes, and listen to him singing...

Feixue's music is more about expressing a mood and a complex. His music is for himself, so he doesn't care about other people's opinions. The dim picture and the faint singing belong to Feixue and those who can understand his mood.

Serenade

For Western classical music, Schubert's "Serenade" is the most dramatic that I have come to know. Because of the unusual acquaintance, it has an unusual meaning. Because of the unusual meaning, it makes me love you even more and I can't let it go.

I often ask myself what music means to me, but I don’t know. Maybe it's a flavoring; maybe it's a dessert; maybe it's a cup of warm coffee... No matter what role it plays in my life, one thing is certain - I am destined to be with it for the rest of my life.

Music? Life

Zhang Xiaoyu

Music is everywhere in life, and life is everywhere in music. I listen to music just because I love life.

——Inscription

“The light cannot be extinguished. After tonight, you can escape from the book and return to this world. I, I don’t understand how in this era, I can still say that I am reading. If you do well, you will get rich..." JJ Lin spoke out the voice of a student at a pace as fast as our lives. We fight hard under the lamp every night, but we don’t understand why we must read good books. There are too many emotions and resentments in this era.

"I don't want to tie you up for one more second. I also know how beautiful the sky is." Different people will have different feelings after listening to the song "Kite". In my ears, we are the kites, we are bound by too many things, too many things tie us up, and we yearn for the vast and wonderful sky.

"I spent another night thinking wildly, and the question of longing has not been resolved. I spent another night thinking wildly..." The cooperation between Guangliang and Pingguan is always so perfect. One sentence sung the experiences of too many people. Our young hearts contain too much immaturity and restlessness. I have suffered from insomnia several times due to random thoughts. < /p>

When listening to this song, it will bring back memories of childhood and the days of growing up in the arms of grandma and grandma. While I don’t live much like that, it’s irreplaceable.

"I didn't know until I left you that you are so important to me..." This is the climax of Zhou Xun's "Looking at the Sea". Every time I hear this, I think of my grandpa. He is a good father and a good grandfather. A person I loved deeply forever, but his passing brought me so much regret and sadness.

"I make my thousand and first wish. One day happiness will always be in my hands. Every heart has a pair of wings. If you want to fly forward bravely, there is no place that you cannot reach." Everything is just like what is sung in this song, let us make a wish and strive forward courageously!

Countless times when I listen to this moving song and come into contact with these beating words, I will recall every scene in my life. I don’t pursue it deliberately, I just want to experience life in that otherworldly realm. The melody, comprehend the true meaning of life.

Songs and People

Li Xuexin

There are three keys to unlocking the treasure house of human wisdom: one is mathematics, the other is words, and the third is musical notes.

——Hugo

Jing Ke and his song

“The wind is rustling and the water is cold, and a strong man will never return once he is gone.”

< p>This was sung by Gao Jianli to Jing Ke, and Jing Ke took this song and embarked on the road of no return to assassinate the King of Qin. He shoulders the mission given to him by Yan Zidan - to assassinate the King of Qin for the Yan Zi Kingdom. He said yes and he has never regretted it. Although he failed to come back, he also failed to save Yan.

Xiang Yu and Song

"The world is overwhelming with all its strength, but the times are not good and the good things are not going away. What can be done if the good things are not going away! What can be done about the dangers and dangers?"

The sound of Chu songs sounded from all sides - Xiang Yu could not escape. He sang this song sadly to his beloved Wu Zima and his beloved wife Yu Ji.

After hearing this, Yu Ji drew her sword and committed suicide.

Xiang Yu rode a Wuzui horse, killed many Chu soldiers, and finally cut his neck in front of the Wujiang River and committed suicide. The Wuzhui horse fell into the enemy's hands. It cried and refused to eat anything, and died soon after.

The reason why Yu Ji and Wu Zima are so loyal to Xiang Yu is that although he failed to defend the country, he was by no means a hero.

Chen Houzhu and the song

"The smoke cage is cold, the moon is caged in the sand, and the Qinhuai River is parked at night near the restaurant. The merchant girl does not know the traces of the country's subjugation, but she still sings "Flowers in the Back Garden" across the river."

Chen Houzhu, as a king who has subjugated his country, will feel a lot of resentment and helplessness in his heart. When singing this song of subjugation, can he think of how many poets and poets cannot become good kings? Therefore, when he sang the song "Flowers in the Backyard of Yushu", he didn't have to feel too helpless.

Tang Minghuang and Song

From the moment Tang Minghuang and Yang Yuhuan made a solemn oath to "live and die as husband and wife", he has passed the government to Yang Guozhong. When Emperor Tang Ming was intoxicated with Yang Yuhuan's charming singing and dancing, he had pushed the Tang Dynasty from its peak to decline.

Maybe the emperor should not have feelings, maybe the king should not have love, maybe beauty is really a disaster, maybe...

I suddenly realized: the most beautiful notes are actually accompanied by history!

The days without you

Liu Qiutong

Everything that is clear and clear is the only basis for pampering yourself to stay. On those days when there is air, you will see the light fragrance and elegance of peach. Just because of you, boiled water will be fragrant and sweet.

There is no rhyming style, but it is also pure and true; there is no euphemistic and beautiful tone, but it is refreshing and comfortable; there is no passionate tone, but it is also refreshing - this is my song, this is my you .

The fiery call and the noisy signal stand in the crowd, subconsciously controlling the dark fear, releasing you who belong to me - my song. There is no reason for me to avoid the surprised peeps in the past, because you are the beacon in the pursuit. In the fragrance of the song, the shrinking ideal becomes strong, and the wavering will reveals all the answers in the song.

In the miserable wind and rain, as long as I am with you, it is complete and real. Then why is it so vulnerable now! The timeless melody filled the place like red gold. There was no discernible reason for liberation, no discernible direction of death, and no broken sound was heard. Knowing that it just died after singing loudly for a season, what was left was the loneliness and desolation, as well as helpless sighs.

The mortal world remains the same, and the heat and coolness remain the same. Without you, life becomes numb and happiness becomes a luxury. The sadness after settling is like a touch of depression in early winter. On days without songs, what courage do you want me to use to curse the hazy sky!

The flowers in midsummer are in full bloom, but that world-famous beauty is a short-lived impulse. I really can’t bear to let my eyes touch the leaves outside the window. They are leaves that have been in full bloom for a season, and now It has lost the color of life, and is far-fetched and decorated with a withered yellow tone; if it is just withered, it is just that dazzling yellow, yellow is so heartbreaking, but there is no room for recovery. Then there were nervous tears. It couldn't be said that Gu Ying felt sorry for himself. He just felt that the sad color and the return of reincarnation were probably the only way to be complete. Use a few drops of irrelevant tears to pay homage to the floating leaves and the singing voice that once belonged to me.

The days without you may not be haggard or embarrassing; the days without singing may contain hope that cannot be captured.

Forever Zhang Yusheng

Hong He

When I was wandering in frustration and loneliness, the song "My Future Is Not a Dream" woke me up. That mellow song was like a happy elf, bringing me back to reality from the bottom of sadness. It gave me great courage and confidence to pursue.

In the silent night, when I was lonely, I thought of this song again, and of the long-gone singer Zhang Yusheng.

It is said that the name "Zhang Yusheng" has a very special meaning. There was a drought the year he was born, and his parents hoped that his arrival would bring rain to the dry land. His songs are just like his name, as fresh as rain, giving people endless fantasies.

The familiar melody sounded in my ears again, and I seemed to have become a "fish swimming all day long", as if I had become a "traveler chasing an oasis"...

Zhang Yusheng, when I was frustrated, it was your beautiful songs that encouraged me to get up bravely when I fell; when I was lonely, it was your beautiful songs that told me that there is always the true meaning of happiness in life. You left in such a hurry, but I will never forget you. Your beautiful singing voice is still treasured in the most peaceful heart of my heart.

I will never forget what you sang, "I keep stumbling, and I can't stop feeling anxious, but it is only in life that there is a need to realize it." The night wind blowing in from the window brings "Even if fate has come At the end of the day, we can’t stay anymore, but we can still be friends”… “I would rather break up and get back together in exchange for the sound of nature on a spring night”… Is this what you want to say to me? Zhang Yusheng!

The shooting stars have fallen and the flowers have withered. You who have hurriedly walked through thirty-one years of life have also left, not temporarily but intend to leave forever.

Zhang Yusheng, you won't have any regrets, will you? Many of your listeners will remember you, and many of your admirers will miss you... The people are gone, but the songs are still there!

It was almost midnight, and facing the distant sky, I unconsciously sang the song that gave me courage and hope, "My future is not a dream..."

The horizon The meteor shower is falling, are you included in that little bit of rain?

The product of civilization - schoolbag

Liu Chenfang

Speaking of schoolbags, it definitely has a long history of development, step by step, it has reached today, at least not yet in China. A cultural product that has been eliminated. Thinking about it, it is really of great merit, but who among the knowledgeable and educated people has to carry it on their backs first?

The earliest schoolbag was a book box. What previous top picks in red and colorful clothes were wearing on their shoulders was not the red flower, but the bookcase that contained countless cultural treasures. It was the bookcase that had been weighing on them for more than ten years.

Later, the bookcase was replaced by a backpack worn on one shoulder. This kind of schoolbag has been really popular in China for some time. I heard from my mother that she memorized it when she was a child. That single form took root in their hearts, and that schoolbag contained the strong thirst for knowledge of that generation. People cannot forget it because it makes people feel the distance between ideals and reality. Affected by the environment, they had to carefully store it and replace it with a hoe or a bag. From then on, schoolbags became their sacred and sad yearning.

Times are moving forward. The years when schoolbags became a dream have long gone with the huge waves of history, and what follows is an era of proliferation of schoolbags: double shoulder, single shoulder, cross-body, moon style... This cannot but make our fathers say with emotion. : "If it's different, it's different." No one regards schoolbags as the most holy and pure things anymore. On the contrary, they have become a complaint among all students—that they are a burden. Why not? It weighs more than ten kilograms and accounts for one-seventh of the body weight - it must be the most effective way to treat hunchback. However, unconsciously, it seems to have become a part of our body. The heavy thing is not the books, but the parents' hopes.

As time goes by, not everyone has the opportunity to carry a schoolbag. Once you really say goodbye to it one day, it means that you have lost an extremely beautiful thing, is it campus life, or is it your rush of youth?

There is a saying: "A country cannot live without a king, and students cannot live without a schoolbag." There are endless things to say about schoolbags. You will lead generations of students to the future.

Book? Bookshelf? Schoolbag

Dai Jianli

I was writing hurriedly under the lamp, feeling faintly tired, but in order not to waste this time One night, I stood up, stretched, and looked out the window, trying to feel refreshed. However, I still can't get rid of the harassment of the god of sleep. I looked around blindly, feeling sleepy. Suddenly, I found them who were more miserable and tired than me - my books, schoolbag and bookshelf. With their silent encouragement, I stood up and continued studying.

Books

"Reading tens of thousands of books" and "reading books a hundred times" - all these are enough to indicate that it is very tiring. Books are the carrier of human culture, books are the crystallization of human thoughts, and books are the ladder of human progress... Therefore, they lead people forward and lead people into the palace of knowledge.

While my book accompanies me in my studies, perhaps only my book knows the torture it has endured.

Bookshelf

It may be just a frame, a frame that bears a thousand kilograms of weight. Everyone knows that books are valuable but knowledge is not. Perhaps this framework is particularly solemn and sacred just because of this knowledge.

My bookshelf is full of books that record my learning steps. Each book contains both joy and worry.

School bag

For students, it is more important than bookshelf. Students' schoolbags are changed most frequently because they carry too much year after year.

As we grow up, our schoolbags also gradually "age". When we still use it, we will never realize its goodness; when we complain about it, we will never remember its goodness; when we kick it into the trash heap, we will never think about it. It has made great contributions. Does its petiteness and hugeness, its slenderness and bloatedness really represent how much knowledge you have?

Books and bookshelves stand in front of us, but schoolbags are carried behind us. Whenever we are still studying, we will be inseparable from it.

The meaning on the shoulders

Qi Lin

From the day we put on our schoolbags, we have bid farewell to our childhood and set off for another station in life. During those hazy days, the transition from a child to a teenager was completed, and the colorful schoolbag was the witness of those ignorant years.

The first simple little happiness is: I finally have a beautiful schoolbag. Although it is not heavy, it carries a child's first dream, like giving the child wings that never tire. From then on, I had the opportunity to fly and the courage I had longed for.

Gradually, I am growing.

When something is no longer new, all the reasons invested in it are so weak. Carrying a schoolbag - I began to feel a little numb that it was my responsibility, so I stopped organizing textbooks and packing my schoolbag.

The hand of time touches the beating heartstrings, filling the young heart with vigorous vitality.

It was a regrettable day. I almost did not fulfill any obligation for the schoolbag in the corner. At the same time, the quality of my study also shocked everyone who cared about me...

One day, I suddenly realized... The meaning of the schoolbag's existence is for us to use it to create value. While we know how to cherish time, we should also take good care of it.

When you meditate on your schoolbag, you will definitely think of your lost past and the past, and all kinds of emotions will gather in your heart. The days spent with schoolbags are sketched in your mind, and the pain and fatigue you will never forget, or the joy and pleasure of success, are immediately formed in your mind.

I gently caressed my schoolbag with my hands and placed it on my lap. This schoolbag is so heavy because it contains eight years, and every gap is occupied by memories; however, it is so light, and the value I create for it is too stingy.

Schoolbags are witnesses of our growth. I seem to have returned to eight years ago, and that feeling of happiness lingers in my heart again. yes! Children with schoolbags on their backs are the happiest.

The past remains the same, and trivial matters cannot be left behind.

I know that my schoolbag and I will have a lot more singing to do, and the weight on our shoulders is just because it carries different meanings.

Love in School Bags

禇Lei

"My little boy, Xiaoerlang, carries his schoolbag to school..." Listening to this familiar children's song, I memorized it I picked up my schoolbag. My childhood schoolbag contained books, snacks, my own beautiful dreams and my parents’ expectations.

When I was eight years old, I walked into the primary school campus carrying a green schoolbag. I just remember that the schoolbag was "big". Now, I am almost finished with middle school. If I take a closer look, I can see that besides books, this schoolbag is full of all kinds of things. When I opened my schoolbag, I was greeted by——

Acid

Hi! Sour - sore nose - cry.

I have loved crying since I was a child. I cried when my exam results were not good; I cried when I was criticized for writing a test; I was punished three times for not doing my homework—crying...

The schoolbag is full of sour gas! I'm crying over the miscalculated questions on the paper, I'm crying over the incorrect exercises in the exercise book, I'm sighing at the ununderstood theorems in the book... Oh, it's so sour!

Although I am not a lucky person, I will still pick up a commemorative coin on the ancient old road, that is——

Sweet

Schoolbag Is there any sweetness in it? The sweetness of sucrose? The sweetness of honey? No!

Complete the learning tasks well, recite an English text fluently, and turn the composition into typeface...all of this is sweet. If you get admitted to college in the future - sweet, and have a successful career after graduating from college - sweeter than sweet! But don’t just focus on the light the light emits, the light itself has value too. Behind the sweetness——

Bitterness

The bench will sit in the cold for ten years. When will I be allowed to leave the siege?

No one has asked outside the window for ten years, hoping that good news will fly through the door.

The book is like a mess of flowers that enchants the eyes, and it is best to go to bed.

It is hard and difficult for students today, but I hope everyone can feel at ease!

Mountains of textbooks and exercise books fill schoolbags. How long will it take for students to fulfill their dreams of going to university and return home in glory? I hope you can take action and work hard, students.

Schoolbag, oh schoolbag, you let me taste all the five flavors...

Witness the soil of history

Du Yu

（ 1)

Your heavy singing voice sounded in the quiet valley under Gaixia. "The world is full of strength, but the times are unfavorable. The glory is not gone. What can be done if the glory is not gone? What can I do if there is danger?"

I heard the sad voice from the singing. She and they all heard it. I could hear her and their tears, which hit me coldly and condensed into drops of blood. I smelled the sweet smell.

(2)

She bowed her head and opened the door. Two tears fell down her fair cheeks. She wiped them away with her slender fingers, raised her head, and forced a smile. Return to Gaozong. When her feet stepped on me, I clearly felt a strong yang energy that made me breathless.

(3)

In the past, "people came home late after all their fun", now "things have changed and people have changed". How could she, a weak woman, bear it! Her delicate face became pale, and her black hair was stranded with white threads. Faced with her haggardness day by day, my heart was bleeding. If anything could bring the rosiness back to her cheeks, I would, I would pay for it.

(4)

Moistened by her tears, a few small grasses grew on my surface. Their weak bodies seemed to break off at the touch of a touch, just like hers. waist.

"Just look at the flowers that are falling in the spring, which is when the beauties die. Once the spring is over, the beauties are old and the people are dead." She was wiping her tears again, and she was crying so sadly. This was really appropriate. He understood Baoyu's words, "Daughters are flesh and blood made of water." The salty smell of tears was all around me.

(5)

Over the years, I have witnessed too many things - war, power, feelings... everything makes me tired.

The strong wind carried me flying, over the mountains, across the plains, and fell into the flowing river. In some places that I could not see or feel, I flowed into another river, and then again It joins another river until it flows into the sea.

The smell of earth

Jin Guangyu

I don’t know how many times it has been, but I couldn’t help but open the drawer and take out the paper with the word "Don't forget" engraved on it. A very delicate little wooden box. What this box contains is neither gold, silver, nor jewelry, but the soil of my hometown that is worthless in the eyes of others.

I turned my attention to the window - a mist of rain and fog. This drizzle of light rain touched my emotions so much...

One day, the light rain also fell like this. I am sitting on the train going north. Everything outside the car window was so gray, everything on the platform looked so familiar, but my heart could never calm down.

People come and go, do I really want to say goodbye to my relatives, my teachers, and my dear classmates? Suddenly, I heard a familiar call outside the window, could it be them? Yes, it's them! My classmates, my friends, my...my eyes are moist.

We were speechless, just holding each other's hands tightly... I don't know which hands gave me a box - very heavy, I only remember the tears and rain flowing hard. The whistle blew, and both arms were almost broken. Farewell, my classmates: Farewell, my teacher; Farewell, my hometown - the love of my heart!

The train going north is accelerating, and the light rain outside the window is my mood at the moment. Gently caress the delicate box and carefully open it - what a sweet smell, what a familiar taste - the soil of my hometown!

I opened the car window as hard as possible and let the raindrops fall on my face. I wanted to smell the smell of my hometown... Now, I have been studying in a different place for many days. How are my classmates? How is your hometown? I wonder when I can return to my hometown again...

"What treasure? Show me." The new classmate asked with a smile. When I opened the box, a scent of fragrance hit my nose. The new classmates were confused, but I was relieved. Yes, people who have not left their homeland will never have feelings of concern.

What will never be forgotten - the taste of earth!

Soil - the life-long support of seeds

Cui Rixin

When a seed falls on the earth, a miracle begins.

First of all, the soil carefully took the seed into its arms. After a winter of rest, the seed braved the warm and then cold spring breeze to stretch carefully and look around in novelty. things on all sides.

This new shoot enjoys the moisture of the sun, rain and dew, and continuously absorbs the nutrients it needs from the soil, but the soil carries everything without complaint. It knows that it is carrying its own hope. .

The new shoot gradually grew up, grew taller, and towered into the sky, overlooking everything on the ground; the land gradually became barren and dry, looking up at its own hope, without complaint, It has no regrets because its tree of hope repays its efforts.

We are actually the seed, the hope of the selfless soil, and the great soil is our parents.

When we open our eyes, the first thing we see is the happy smiling faces of our parents. Their smiling faces are so young and beautiful. They are happy because of our arrival, just like the soil looks at the grain. Just as happy as the seeds sprout.

Our parents raise us selflessly, send us to school so that we can receive an education as nourishing as sunshine and rain. They provide us with what we need and watch us grow in secret.

When we win the little red flower for the first time, when we hold the certificate for the first time, when we are praised for the first time, when we are praised for the first time, who is sharing this with us? joy? It's parents. When we are criticized for the first time, when we are frustrated for the first time, when we are wronged for the first time, when we are hit for the first time, who is beside us to share this sorrow? It's our parents, our parents who are as loyal as clay.

After countless windy and rainy days and nights, the new shoots became useful and we grew up, looking down at everything with pride. We ignored the soil that became old because of us. The advice given to us by the soil is as if we can survive without the soil, but the soil just sighs and looks older. It only adapts because it loves us.

Some trees leave the soil desperately, and end up with the same destination - death. The moment his soul flew away, a kind of sadness flowed out of the corner of his eyes.

That’s why I know that trees cannot survive without soil.

That’s why we understand that we cannot survive without our parents.

So I understand that the most important thing in life is our parents who carry us on our shoulders.