There is an urgent need for an essay narrative article of about 600 words, which requires emotional conflict, climax after climax, touching, and preferably family! !

I haven't cleaned my closet for a long time, and suddenly I found a small white cotton bag in the corner. The parcel was heavy, but when I opened it, I found some stones in it. I don't know who played a prank and put this useless stone in the closet. There is no collection value, neither insect repellent nor fragrance, just the kind that can be seen everywhere. So I threw it in the trash can. When changing the cotton mattress on the bed, I found one on each side of the bed. Then the bedside table, then the bookcase, then the computer desk, and then the sofa in the living room-it is everywhere, even in different sizes. I had to smile bitterly and then threw them into the trash can one by one. My wife's lazy brain really doesn't have the energy to think about who brought it and who put it wrong. At noon, just after dinner, my mother called. My lazy and itchy words made my mother mistakenly think that she was ill, and the other end of the phone immediately panicked. My repeated explanations can't dispel my mother's doubts. Mom asked me to go to the hospital later; Ask me later if I had lunch and what I ate. After a while, I said it was cold, so be careful not to catch cold. If you don't want to cook after work, just buy some ready-made good meals. While watching TV, I never tire of listening to my mother's nagging. Mother said, "Today is the first day of junior high school. I just got back from burning incense in Mount Tai. I met a face-to-face person and said that I am blessed and my children are promising. Then I said that marriage should not be too early, and next year is the best. " Although I said it was a lie, my mother insisted, "He is accurate in calculation, and besides, people don't want money." However, my mother finally said, "I don't think it's easy. I am still a monk in Shaolin Temple and give him 10 yuan as incense money. " My mother is such a person. In my memory, I always rode my bike to Mount Tai in Hong Men to burn incense and pray. My son is the one who talks about it the most. Although I know it's superstition, it's not necessarily a bad thing to think that she always has the opportunity to climb mountains twice a month to exercise her muscles. So it won't stop. Recently, however, my mother has another habit. She always counts divination once a month. Of course, it mainly counts my recent physical condition, everything goes well, marital status and so on. But no matter what she has been thinking, she has to calculate. If it is good, the first thing she does when she comes home is to call me and tell me in high spirits. I advised my mother not to believe this. My mother always refuses to listen to the trick of cheating money. Like burning incense, it has become a monthly routine. Some time ago, a monk who claimed to be Shaolin Temple said that my family has good geomantic omen, and if we add a bodhisattva, our descendants will be full. Mother didn't say anything, so she spent 200 yuan to buy a statue. The other party also gave his mother a post saying that with this post, he could go to Shaolin Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha for free. When my mother told me this, I happened to meet a very nice girl, and my mother became more religious. She is convinced that this bodhisattva is a blessing. I only smiled bitterly, thinking that as long as my mother is happy, let her go. It's just that every time I hear her relay such words to me, I feel disgusted. This time is no exception. I interrupt my mother from time to time. Mother said, "They are right. He said that you are lucky to work in other places, and you are a penholder. Are you sure? " -""He also said that there are some treasures in your family that can ward off evil spirits. -"I said grumpily," There are no treasures, only a few broken stones! " "-you see, how accurate he is. I just remembered that this is not a broken stone. This is the Taishan stone I brought you last time. It is a treasure to ward off evil spirits. Please keep it safe and don't touch it! "Stone? Those stones! ? It suddenly occurred to me that the last time my mother came, the train line was being rectified and the train station time was uncertain. Before I left, my mother kept calling to ask me what I wanted to eat. I said Qingdao has everything, so don't bring it. But my mother always said uncomfortably, buy a chicken, a dozen Jin of ribs, some pancakes and some pecans-"Mom, there is everything here, don't bring it-can you carry it?" "Take a taxi to the station. You can pick it up when you get off the train. You still need me to hold it. Don't worry! " "If you really want to take something, bring me some books. I'll just hang the book at home and don't bring anything else! "I lost sleep the night before waiting for my mother's arrival. It pains me to think of her carrying big bags and small bags. Knowing that I couldn't stop my mother, I made an appointment with my friend and went to the station to meet my mother day and night. Thinking about it, I suddenly saw my mother go to my bed and cover me with a quilt. I woke up with a start and opened my eyes. My mother was smiling in front of my bed. " Why are you awake? Go to sleep quickly, you have to work tomorrow? "In an instant, I lay down again and woke up for a while. I rubbed my eyes and finally saw that my mother was busy packing. " Mom, you scared me to death. Won't you come tomorrow night? ""Who knows when we will arrive at the station at night? I'm afraid it will affect your rest. Anyway, I have the key and I can come whenever I want. " "Mom-"I have nothing to say, so I have to help my mother pack her bags. My mother brought my favorite books, as well as chicken, ribs, walnuts, pancakes and a bag of useless stones under her luggage. I don't know how my mother brought a few kilograms of things and then walked to my house from the station in the middle of the night-look at my mother's weak shoulders. I really don't know whether to thank or complain. Anyway, my mother didn't give me a chance to talk that night and urged me to sleep. "Those stones are Taishan stone to ward off evil spirits. I put them in your bedside, cupboard, corner and living room last time-they are the treasure to protect your safety. How accurate monks are-put them away and don't move. They will bless you! "I was silent, my nose was astringent, and my eyes could not help but get wet. Hang up the phone in my mother's persuasion, and I put those stones back. I know they are my mother's heart and my mother's stone! My mother's stone is the same as my mother's heart. It is never cold. It always warms my heart and makes me feel my mother's concern. But will I always miss my mother?