Excellent essay for middle school students: all the way to you

Embracing with the golden afterglow of the slanting sun, tasting that cup of dandelion with a slight bitterness, in front of you is the helpless self when tears and sweat are intertwined, it is the self when joy and excitement are accompanied, it is the face that is quietly smiling and not saying a word, it is the face of concern when the stern advice is given, along the way, it is fortunate to have you, mother.

In the early winter, the dry and cold wind accompanied me, and I did not have time to stop relaxing my numb legs and feet, and only stiffly recited in the direction of the teaching building. The choked throat had long been unable to make any sound, helpless as I did not know how to deal with this heavy difficulty, there were still a few exercises that were not clear, a few concepts were not clear, a few words were not memorized... The results were losing, as if I was left in the abyss of nothingness and uncertainty. Stepping on the last rays of dusky sunlight in the corridor at night, I stepped into the threshold.

Mother slept soundly in her chair, her hair disheveled, casually wrapped behind her head, and the light picked out the white silk on the top of her head and placed it in front of my eyes, straight to my eyeballs. I was regretting the heartless voice, but my mother opened her eyes in panic like a child who had done something wrong, and hurriedly said: "Back?" Is it cold on the road?"

I shook my head, but the heavy nasal sound was captured by my keen mother. She took out a jar of tea and poured it with boiling water, and in an instant the aroma of tea scented the room and warmed my heart. The lean hands flew over and a steaming cup of dandelion tea was handed to my mouth. In my mother's expectant gaze, I had to swallow a mouthful of bitter tea, and the bitterness of the tea opened the sweetness in my heart and dispelled helplessness and drowsiness.

I was about to reach for the teacup, but I was shocked by my mother's hand: "Mom, your hand!" The mother hurriedly withdrew her hand and put it behind her back, and spat out: "Nothing, go to sleep." I clearly saw a series of small scratches, and between her rough fingers, I grabbed my mother's hand, stroked it carefully, and remembered my mother's words a few days ago: "Wait for me to pick dandelions to make tea for you to drink, and the fire will be defeated." The sourness of my nose also blurred my eyes, so I had to flee into the room in a hurry, lest my mother see it.

The road was long and long, but fortunately my mother was always by my side, following my way forward, pulling me up from the quagmire and taking me to a farther future and flying to a higher sky.

It is still the wind of winter, but I can't feel the cold at all, I rushed to the teaching building, struggled to read books, waved away the confusion in front of me, I always remember that my mother's deep eyes are watching me, that cup of steaming tea is waiting for me, along the way, there is always a mother with me, even if I have experienced hardships, I will keep the clouds open and see the sun and the moon again.

The afterglow of the setting sun is so warm, just the temperature you love, Mother, along the way, blessed to have you. May I also have the privilege of accompanying you through the longer years in the future, waiting for you to be full of green hair, embracing you, tasting a cup of dandelion together, seeing the bustling world, and cooking smoke.