Excellent Narrative of Junior Three
A rose that never withers
2022-10-30 02:08:31
Junior three
Narrative

Time flies. In a twinkling of an eye, we have changed from a child who knows nothing to a junior high school student. In this process, we have spent more than ten years in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and countless days and nights. In these countless days and nights, Shuiyue has left us a lot of things.

Time leaves us knowledge. When we first started school, we didn't know anything, but when we went out of kindergarten, primary school and middle school, we already knew a lot of truth and knowledge, which we exchanged with years. Time not only left us knowledge and truth, but also left her white hair on her head. Previously, my mother had white hair in her dark hair. It was all my mother's concern and worry. As we grow up slowly, mother's troubles become more and more. I am worried about my grades, my health and my safety.

I remember one time, I agreed to go out to play with my classmates, and my mother agreed. But when I got up early in the morning and saw it raining outside, my mother told me not to go out to play. But after a while the rain stopped, I couldn't help but want to go out and play, so I told my mother that I still wanted to go out and play. Mother had no choice but to let me out. But she asked me to go home 30 minutes ago, and I readily agreed, but I went crazy with my classmates, and didn't go home until more than four o'clock in the afternoon.

When I got home, my mother told me how to come back until now, and I said that I had forgotten the time. I also forgot to call back. He didn't say anything to me at that time. Because it was raining outside, and I didn't bring an umbrella, so I was all wet. Mother asked me to take a bath right away. When I came out after taking a bath, I heard what my mother said, and then I knew how worried she was this afternoon. She called my classmate's home and the teacher's phone, and almost went out to find them by herself.

If you fail in an exam, your mother will add one white hair. If you get sick, your mother will add several white hairs.

Years have made us go through countless days and nights, but in these days and nights, the white hair on my mother's head has also increased a lot.

Time has led us through fourteen seasons. Let's look up and go through more seasons. Through more years.