The most impressive trip with my parents (300 words essay)

Time is like a broken alarm clock, running wildly, making people marvel at how fast time passes. Summer vacation comes one after another in the heat wave.

My parents and I came to Qiyun Mountain. On the way up the mountain, I was like a happy bird, rushing in front, running very fast, leaving my parents far behind. "Hey! Baby!" I was stunned. , looked back at her mother, feeling a little helpless at the word "baby". It's true that my mother still calls me "baby" even though I'm so old...

"Come and take two photos of me and your father." She waved to me. I reached out to pick up the camera, but a photo fell out of the bag my mother handed me. It floated to the ground lightly. How long ago was this photo? In the photo I am really a complete "baby", with a childish face, one hand raised proudly, and the other hand resting on the railing that is about the same height as me. This is when I was 5 years old and went to Beijing to climb the Great Wall with my parents. Take photos from that time! My thoughts once drifted back to the past. When I was not busy with studies, my parents always took time to take me on trips. Every time I came back from a trip, my parents always rushed to the photo studio to develop and print the photos. And thick Almost every photo in the thick stack of photos shows my bright smile. But now, with the heavy workload of study, I have almost forgotten the joy of traveling with my parents. Oh my god! I actually left them behind by a long way. I jumped away and ran away!

Feeling guilty, I quickly picked up the photos, put them back in my bag, and picked up the camera. "Come on! Smile! One or two Three, eggplant!" I said to my parents with a smile. The parents in the "click" photo were leaning on each other and smiling brightly. Along the way, I seemed to realize something important. No one rushed far away anymore, but I slowed down my pace, took my parents' arms, chatted with them, and took two photos for them. "Baby, let me see how the photos went." Mom took the camera from my hand and looked at the photos. I suddenly felt that the name "baby" was so cute, so intimate, and so warm. It turned out that in the hearts of my parents, I would always be just a child. Time flies, the sky gets late, the darkness changes, and travel becomes a thing of yesterday.

The end of time is brushing between the brows of the years, and I, who once was babbling, have learned to run. On the road of life, my parents have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. Looking back, my parents are no longer what they used to be. As young as he was, he still looked at me with a smile. He looked at me running away with a smile without any blame or caring about my neglect. But when I stopped, I resolutely returned to my parents. I was just a human being. A child who is loved by his parents. Parents, although I have grown up, I am still with you.