2019.8.4

Mom complained to Peng's father that he always didn't worry about housework, and the urgently needed kitchen supplies he promised to buy had not been bought back yet. Peng Peng, who was listening, also began to get angry with his father, and pinched his father's shirtless waist with his nails, and soon there were red scars on his father's waist. Dad slapped Peng Peng a few times on the ass and left. Mom asked Peng Peng, Dad's strength is greater than yours, why didn't he pinch you and catch you like you? Should you catch mom when she complains about daddy? Peng Peng began to regret it, walked over to his father who was working in front of the computer and squatted down, staring at his father's scars motionless for a long, long time...... I wrote a long essay after the composition class in the evening, which was full of fatherly love.

Attached: Peng Peng's composition

Life in color

Life is the palette in the hands of the painter, white is pure, red is like fire.......

Life --- green

Life is like a green tree, giving birth to life. Dad made me think about two important questions in life: Who do you know? To know what you like? These two questions are interesting. I know, I'm a person with Down syndrome. Down syndrome is a label that doctors put on me, not who I am. So, I need to keep exploring myself. Number two: Know what you like? I like to be a righteous person myself and I don't like to be tormented by an unavoidable demon. I'm still digging for the answers to these two questions.

Life --- blue

Life is like a vast blue sky, which makes me as small as dust, but I am not pessimistic. Although I have no power to change anything, as long as I am still in this world, if I don't believe in life, it will be my life! I don't need to change anything, I just need to be myself, I am my own master. This is what I have to do, and this is my life.

Life --- white

Life is like snow that has shaped my will. I, like a cold plum, hangs high on the branches, letting the snow flutter. Hanmei, who never knows how cold the winter is, always competes with the wind and snow, is so tenacious and unyielding. I have come into this world desperately, how can I succumb to Down syndrome, which is not yet undetectable?

Life --- red

There are many colors in life, and red is one of them, representing my father's deep affection for me.

Everyone knows that a father's love is like a mountain. Dad's love for me is heavier than the mountains and deeper than the sea. My dad was busy every day, and my mom said he was a "rooftop guy". When I was a child, he rarely spent time with me during the day. However, every night, he sleeps with me eighty percent. As long as he sleeps with me, he will put his arms around me, tell me about life, "brainwash", and discuss the beauty of life with me. His first sentence is often "Life is a mirror...... although I have long been tired of hearing it, but his voice is always so good, I can hardly forget that magnetic voice lingers in my ears and accompanies me to sleep. That kind of love, I enjoy it so much.

Life is a mirror, reflecting the colorful free world, the joys, sorrows, and sorrows that disturb it. Let me feel the incomparably precious deep and deep meaning, and experience the beauty of coming into this world.