A 300-word composition reflecting on filial piety culture

When I was very young, I fell asleep in the singing of "thread in the hands of a kind mother, making clothes for her wayward son's body"

In primary school, I saw the touching story of Yong Dong selling his body to bury his father from the TV series "The Fairy Couple", hence the name "filial piety".

When I entered junior high school, I learned from Chen Qingbiao, Wang Xiang begged carp on the ice, and Yue Fei was a relative, which was very touching.

Filial piety is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, and the ancients set an example for us; Filial piety is the spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation, which we should inherit and carry forward, but I never really understood it until my father explained the meaning of this word to me.

The sky is blue, only the sun is hanging in the sky, spreading heat and light to the earth. Even cicadas are too hot to howl, and no one enjoys the cool under the lush trees. Everyone is hiding in his room, afraid to take a step.

My father never cooked, but in those dark days, he went to the kitchen every day, dealing with pots and pans, black rice porridge, sparerib soup and steamed fish, all of which made me drool. He only left me a small part, and the rest was taken away in a thermos. I know, it's for grandpa. Grandpa is not his father's dear father, but his stepfather. Grandpa mumbled his father's real name when he was sick and unconscious, so he stayed in front of the hospital bed except for dinner time.

Every time I visit the hospital, my father is busy in front of the hospital bed, smearing grandpa's lips with a cotton swab dipped in water to keep them moist, cleaning urine and sorting out grandpa's clothes, every time. I can't help admiring my father. As the days passed, Grandpa got better and better under the care of his father. On the day of discharge, when my father helped my grandfather into the house, I saw the water drops in the corner of my grandfather's eyes shining in the sun.

That was a long time ago. Every time I think of this, I will ask my father curiously, "Why do you insist on taking care of grandpa alone?" My father just smiled and said simply, "He needs me. Youth and ignorance have harmed his old man's house. Now I will do my duty to repay my kindness! " "I nodded thoughtfully and asked," Is it late now? " He looked at the distance, still in a dull tone, and said, "It's late, but because of this, we should be filial now. "As long as you understand the sentence' the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it, but the relatives don't stay', then it is too late to regret it.

I am too young to understand the meaning of these words.

When I grew up, I gradually realized that our relatives gave us too much, and we still couldn't finish reading it, nor could we finish reading the newspaper. "But how many inches of grass there is in love, and it will be rewarded with three spring rays" is the truth. I want to convey my filial piety and repay my parents' kindness.

Filial piety needs to be passed down. I picked up a cup of tea, walked up to my father and said softly, "You have worked hard!" " "