World Heritage 500-word Composition

In the hot summer, when you sleep peacefully in the cool breeze, do you still remember those people who stayed by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain?

Motherly love is unknown, smooth as jade, slender and silent.

Father loves nothing, and father loves like gold.

Father's love is silent in your eyes and heavy in our hearts.

Father's love is like gold, and his strong appearance is full of love.

Father's love is silent, but it is as deep as the sea and as thin as rain. We are a boat in my father's ocean. Only under his silent gaze can we hold our heads high.

Parents' love is like a tree.

When I was a child, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me sit on you! "

After school, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me take your leaves! "

Many years later, after you got married, you said to the tree, "Please give me your tree!" " "

When you are old, you see trees again. At that time, it was just a withered root!

This is the story of each of us. Trees are our parents!

A mother's love is like jade, a father's love is like gold! The love of parents is great!

Parental love

"Only Mom is Good in the World" has been sung for decades. Growing up healthily with lovely children reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only the mother, but also the father. Each of us loves our parents, especially in times of crisis, which can better reflect their love for you. I also have such parents, and their love for me is infinite.

I remember once, I caught a cold because of the impermanence of the weather and had a high fever all the time. My temperature is as high as 4 1 degree, and taking antipyretic drugs won't help. Parents are at a loss. They want to take me to the hospital, but I have classes, and they are afraid of delaying my study. So, my father hurried to Geoh, and the class teacher called me to ask for leave. I want to take me to the hospital, but I think the hospital is crowded and it takes a long time to get salt water. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private clinic. There are many people in this clinic. It's my turn I had to give an injection in my ass to reduce my fever, which was very painful. My father encouraged me: "Learn to be strong." I heard it, and it really didn't hurt that much. Dad can't stay with me all the time when I hang salt water. He has to go to work. My mother has been sitting next to me, giving me water and a fan. I was hungry alone, so she went to buy me food. She tells me jokes when my hand hurts. Her jokes made me forget the pain. Under the careful care of my parents, my illness soon recovered.

In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in tenderness, but in strictness. That's what my parents do.

Once, I went shopping with my parents. I remember it was a festival. There are too many people in the shop and it is crowded with people. My mother and I used to hold hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I involuntarily let go of my mother's hand and walked to the place where toys were sold. When I tried to hold my mother's hand after playing with toys, I found strangers around me, and I cried with fear. Not long after, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I expected. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" Hearing this, I cried even more.

Our parents love us so much that we should know how to appreciate them. Sometimes we don't feel that our parents love us more. In fact, their love is beyond words.

The book says that the greatest people in the world are parents, and their love for their children is the most selfless, profound and broad. Parents' love is everywhere.

There are many photo albums on my bookshelf, which my parents took me to take on my birthday. Mom and dad said, if you buy me fun toys, beautiful new clothes and delicious food. Not playing, wearing and eating. They are more willing to give me commemorative gifts. When I grow up. Looking through that album is like going through another growth process. How many memories will my childhood scenes bring me? The album became a book that recorded every laugh, every worry and every cry when I was growing up. I think that one day in the future, when I open these photo albums, my parents' love will be more deeply imprinted in my heart.

In spring and autumn, I always don't add or subtract clothes in time because of the cold and hot weather, and a cold and fever immediately haunt me. At this time, my mother will always severely scold me for disobedience, and sometimes give me a few dirty eyes, but in the blink of an eye, she will take me to the hospital and accompany me to take injections and take medicine. Seeing my uncomfortable appearance, my mother always said, "It's better to be sick." At night, I kicked off the quilt, and my mother kept me awake all night. It was not until I recovered that her bloodshot eyes returned to their former spirits. I know that my mother's blame is actually her love for me. She wants me to take better care of myself. My mother loves me, and she loves me at heart.

I love my parents deeply. I will honor them better and make them happy every day.

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The love of father and mother

We live in this ever-changing world. Who taught us bit by bit, who made us less frustrated on the way to sail forward, and who brought us gentle comfort when we cried and felt distressed? It's our parents, whose eyes are always watching everything about us!

Maternal love is silent, and maternal love is like jade.

Motherly love is great! Who in the world has no maternal love?

When it's windy and rainy, when you're holding a warm umbrella, have you ever thought about the person who is behind you to shelter you from the wind and rain?

In the hot summer, when you sleep peacefully in the cool breeze, do you still remember those people who stayed by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain?

Motherly love is unknown, smooth as jade, slender and silent.

Father loves nothing, and father loves like gold.

Father's love is silent in your eyes and heavy in our hearts.

Father's love is like gold, and his strong appearance is full of love.

Father's love is silent, but it is as deep as the sea and as thin as rain. We are a boat in my father's ocean. Only under his silent gaze can we hold our heads high.

Parents' love is like a tree.

When I was a child, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me sit on you! "

After school, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me take your leaves! "

Many years later, after you got married, you said to the tree, "Please give me your tree!" " "

When you are old, you see trees again. At that time, it was just a withered root!

This is the story of each of us. Trees are our parents!

A mother's love is like jade, a father's love is like gold! The love of parents is great!

Parental love

"Only Mom is Good in the World" has been sung for decades. Growing up healthily with lovely children reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only the mother, but also the father. Each of us loves our parents, especially in times of crisis, which can better reflect their love for you. I also have such parents, and their love for me is infinite.

I remember once, I caught a cold because of the impermanence of the weather and had a high fever all the time. My temperature is as high as 4 1 degree, and taking antipyretic drugs won't help. Parents are at a loss. They want to take me to the hospital, but I have classes, and they are afraid of delaying my study. So, my father hurried to Geoh, and the class teacher called me to ask for leave. I want to take me to the hospital, but I think the hospital is crowded and it takes a long time to get salt water. What should I do? So, my father took me to a private clinic. There are many people in this clinic. It's my turn I had to give an injection in my ass to reduce my fever, which was very painful. My father encouraged me: "Learn to be strong." I heard it, and it really didn't hurt that much. Dad can't stay with me all the time when I hang salt water. He has to go to work. My mother has been sitting next to me, giving me water and a fan. I was hungry alone, so she went to buy me food. She tells me jokes when my hand hurts. Her jokes made me forget the pain. Under the careful care of my parents, my illness soon recovered.

In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in tenderness, but in strictness. That's what my parents do.

Once, I went shopping with my parents. I remember it was a festival. There are too many people in the shop and it is crowded with people. My mother and I used to hold hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I involuntarily let go of my mother's hand and walked to the place where toys were sold. When I tried to hold my mother's hand after playing with toys, I found strangers around me, and I cried with fear. Not long after, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I expected. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" Hearing this, I cried even more.

Our parents love us so much that we should know how to appreciate them. Sometimes we don't feel that our parents love us more. In fact, their love is beyond words.

The book says that the greatest people in the world are parents, and their love for their children is the most selfless, profound and broad. Parents' love is everywhere.

There are many photo albums on my bookshelf, which my parents took me to take on my birthday. Mom and dad said, if you buy me fun toys, beautiful new clothes and delicious food. Not playing, wearing and eating. They are more willing to give me commemorative gifts. When I grow up. Looking through that album is like going through another growth process. How many memories will my childhood scenes bring me? The album became a book that recorded every laugh, every worry and every cry when I was growing up. I think that one day in the future, when I open these photo albums, my parents' love will be more deeply imprinted in my heart.

In spring and autumn, I always don't add or subtract clothes in time because of the cold and hot weather, and a cold and fever immediately haunt me. At this time, my mother will always severely scold me for disobedience, and sometimes give me a few dirty eyes, but in the blink of an eye, she will take me to the hospital and accompany me to take injections and take medicine. Seeing my uncomfortable appearance, my mother always said, "It's better to be sick." At night, I kicked off the quilt, and my mother kept me awake all night. It was not until I recovered that her bloodshot eyes returned to their former spirits. I know that my mother's blame is actually her love for me. She wants me to take better care of myself. My mother loves me, and she loves me at heart.

I love my parents deeply. I will honor them better and make them happy every day.

Parental love

Haji; Abubakar; Yiman once said: "Whoever refuses to be disciplined by his parents will lose the opportunity to be a man first." Parents are the first and last teachers in our lives. They spend their whole lives teaching us many life lessons, but they never ask for anything in return. Selfless love-this seems to be a unique symbol of every parent in the world.

When we were young, we only knew that our parents were our "protectors", but now when we grow up, we feel that our parents are very verbose, and they tell us some great things about study and life all day, which is very annoying. However, can we understand our parents' pains when we are immature? Their persuasion and patient teaching have made us gradually become a sensible middle school student from a child who knows nothing. They are the biggest and least known heroes. They all pay attention to our every move. When we are short of clothes, no matter how far away, they always send us warm sweaters at the first time. When we are hungry, no matter how tired, they will always give us hot meals at the first time; When we have something on our mind, no matter how difficult it is, they will always try to solve it with us at the first time. ...

I remember that whenever I failed in the exam, my father would say, "Look what I did wrong, and don't do it again." Although teachers often say this, it seems to me that my father's words will always echo in my ears, and I will never forget them even when I grow up.

Many people say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but fatherly love is also very important. Mother's gentleness and father's sternness, together with patient teaching, are great and boundless parental love.

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There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.

In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.

The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind! Parental love

There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.

In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.

The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind! Parental love

There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.

In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.

The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind! Gkjiohtiopjjtyhopijtjhtjhjt's parents love.

There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.

In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love. Gjhioft huftijiojiofjjjugfiohjg Fiohjg Fiohjiojiohjgfiohj, the love of parents.

There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...

When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.

When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things and wash ourselves.

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