Parents' kindness is as heavy as a mountain.

From the moment we were born, we were destined to owe our parents a large debt, and it was a big debt that we would never finish, and we would never finish. Now, I also have my own children, and I can better understand the kindness of my parents.

When I saw that an assignment in 1 1 month was to write a thank-you letter to the outstanding people in my life, I decided to write about my parents.

Father and mother are both native farmers, and there are five brothers. Due to economic reasons, my father got married and came to the woman's house, which is the so-called inverted door. As time goes by, there are four more people in the family: my sister, my second sister, my brother and me. Life is not comfortable without the help of the old people. I often listen to my father's stories. When we were young, we slept at night. Dad held one in his arms, one on his feet, one in his mother's arms and one on his feet. After all, we are almost two years apart, and sometimes we suck dad's nipples. Although he spoke in a relaxed tone, his original difficulties and sadness could not be concealed. Even though there are many difficulties, when we reach school age, our parents still let us go to school on time. Now, the four of us have grown up, married separately, and are busy with our own lives, while our parents at home are still worried about us, still paying for us, still guarding the ground at home, still working with their weak bodies, eager for more income to help their children reduce their burden. They, on the other hand, have long been accustomed to scrimping and saving, rarely buy anything except the necessities of life, and basically only eat their own vegetables. The grass in the field has always been hoed one by one. Herbicide seems to be a luxury in their eyes. ...

In 2003, I worked as a so-called fortune teller in Lu Yu, a junior high school student. He said that there are two noble people in my life, a man and a woman, and also said their personalities. I have been looking for them for the next few years. Later, I learned that the so-called nobles in life are my parents. They gave me life, raised me with great pains, and now they care about me without asking for anything in return. The kindness of parents is as deep as the sea and as heavy as a mountain.