You are the flower of a tree, the swallow whispering among the beams, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are the April day on earth.
Late at night, a bright moon hung in the sky, forming a "thin frost" on the ground. Moonlight shines into the window, among the trees and in the heart. My father's snoring was accompanied by a few scattered insects outside the window, and it became the most beautiful moonlight song in April.
Do you remember, that year, I was sitting behind your motorcycle with a ponytail? Your broad back guards me and holds me tightly with one hand. I am humming, and you are smiling. At this time, there is a car coming from the side of the road in front of you. You twist the handlebar and hit the fruit stand on the side of the road. I only had a slight scratch, but your arm was cracked and bloody, and you never let out a cry of pain. Seeing the permanent scar on your right arm, I swear, I won't let you get hurt again.
Thank you, let me learn to be strong and independent.
Do you remember that year, my grades were average, and you always looked for the best teacher for me with a smiling face everywhere? I have never understood that I regard your efforts as futile and your efforts as futile. Late one night, the night was silent and the moon was in the sky. But I didn't finish my homework because I was lazy, so I went to bed early. A warm light pierced my eyes. I gently opened my eyes and saw that the desk lamp on my desk was turned on. Looking aside again, a slightly stooped figure is you. Your movements are very light, for fear of waking me sleeping. You are helping me pack my schoolbag. Your back is obviously not as big, straight and broad as before. I didn't find the pillow soaked with tears until you left. From that day on, I began to live up to my time and study hard.
Thank you, let me learn to work hard and learn to make progress.
You got up earlier than anyone else this morning. You prepared breakfast for me and sent me to the examination room. On the way, you told me what I should pay attention to in the exam ... There were silver threads jumping between your black hair, and the years passed, leaving traces on you, but you still cared about me and cared for me.
Now I am fighting bloody battles in the examination room. When I walk out of the examination room, I will be greeted by your bright smile and a cup of delicious wheat tea you handed me. I will live up to your expectations and all your efforts.
Thank you for making me a better person.
You are the April day on earth. You will bloom in my heart. Even though April has passed, the flowers have taken root in my heart and are destined to be fragrant all my life.