I went on a trip with my parents.

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

My parents and I came to Yun Qi. On the way up the mountain, I rushed ahead like a beaming bird, running fast, leaving my parents far behind. "ah! Baby! " I suddenly froze, looked back at my mother, and some shouted "baby" helplessly. Mom is really, I'm so old and you still call me baby. ...

"Come and take two pictures of your father and me," she waved to me. I reached for the camera, but I dropped a photo from the bag my mother handed me, and the photo floated lightly to the ground. How long ago was this photo? I am a real "baby" in the photo, with a childish face, one hand proudly holding up and the other hand resting on the railing about my height. This is a photo of me traveling to Beijing and climbing the Great Wall with my parents when I was 5 years old. My thoughts once drifted back to the past. When I am not busy studying, my parents always take time to take me to travel around. Whenever I come back from a trip, my parents always rush to the photo studio to develop photos, and almost every thick stack of photos has my bright smile. But now, the task of studying is so heavy that I almost forgot the joy of traveling with my parents. Oh, my God, I left them a lot and ran away!

Guilt flooded my mind. I quickly picked up the photo, put my bag back and picked up the camera. "come on Smile! One, two, three, eggplant! " I smiled and said to my parents. The parents in the "click" photo snuggled up and smiled brightly. Along the way, I seemed to realize something important. No one rushed away, but slowed down, took my parents' arms, chatted with them and took two photos of them. "Baby, let me see." My mother took the camera in my hand and looked at the photo. Suddenly I feel that the name "baby" is so cute, so intimate and so warm. It turns out that I will always be just a child in my parents' hearts. Time flies, it's getting late, the situation is changing, and travel has become a thing of the past.

The end of time brushed the forehead of the years, and I have learned to run, because I once babbled. On the road of life, my parents accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. In retrospect, my parents are not as young as before, but they still look at me with a smile. Don't blame me for skipping away with a smile, and don't care about my neglect. I can stop and go back to my parents. I am just a child loved by my parents. Mom and Dad, although I have grown up, I am still with you.