I really want the home supported by my parents. There, no matter it is windy or rainy, I am carefree and dreaming of my childhood. All desolation and loneliness have nothing to do with me. My father was a farmer, and his wish was very simple. He swore that he would not let me beat the ox legs any more. Therefore, even in the busy farming season, my parents and I would let me do my homework for fear of delaying the realization of their dreams, I am justified to be lazy. However, my parents and my mother worked hard for their vow all their lives. When my father got home, he left the rake to catch the crap. When my mother got home, he cooked food for me. I naturally enjoyed the honor. I wondered why my father was at home when I came home from school. My mother was just like doing magic tricks. There were a lot of delicious meals. I found out the secrets of my parents, my parents. It turned out that they calculated the days when I went home, and waited for me to come back at home. My father also borrowed money specially to improve my life. Everything was ready to welcome his meritorious officials back home, this is the conversation I heard when I pretended to be asleep. Although life was hard, I I am happy. With the care of my parents and grandma, I thought that I could grow up. However, due to too much hard work, my father’s health went from bad to worse, and my mother struggled to support him. When I really grew up, I understood what my parents and parents had suffered and suffered for a goal. Only after being a mother can we truly understand the difficulties of our parents. There are three children in our family. Although our family is simple and crude, we are happy. We always pray day and night, and we cannot bear to leave our home. We are accompanied by our parents and parents, it is not attractive in a good city. But now my dad is gone, my mom and my dad have been helping each other for more than 30 years. Our family is full of my dad’s shadow, so I took my mom back to the city, we don’t want to go back to our home any more. It can be said that we have to die when we return home. I really want to support our parents.

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