May 13th is Mother's Day, which is the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This festival is a praise and praise for our mother, and it reminds us to always remember: be grateful to our mother.
We are grateful for the life experience our mother gave us; Mother makes us grow sturdily, we are grateful; We are grateful for the education and enlightenment our mother gave us, which enabled us to acquire knowledge and strength; In our life, there will always be difficulties and twists and turns. It is our mother who gives us care and help, and we should be more grateful.
Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of one's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It's hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety, no gratitude, no love and no respect for his teachers and classmates, can take on any responsibility for his company and his country in the future. How can a person who does not love his country, his family or others devote himself to building the motherland's tomorrow?
In the advertisement, there was a touching scene of a little boy washing his mother's feet. But in real life, can every child do it? "The kindness of a drop of water should be rewarded with a gushing spring." We may sometimes be obsessed with a little care from a stranger, but turn a blind eye to our mother's great love, think she nags, or get furious because of some trivial things ... However, our mother will always support us silently, patiently enlighten and educate us, and give us support and encouragement.
Mother is as pure as jade and as exquisite as ivory carving, and the life watered by maternal love is brewing pure beauty and fragrance. We should listen to our mother's nagging with a grateful heart, sincerely face her harshness, and feel her sunny inner world ...
Let's learn to be grateful from today, from filial piety to mother! Let's remember the birthday of all mothers in the world, wash their feet once, pound her hard back, give her a warm hug, a warm blessing and a grateful smile!
On this warm day, I wish all mothers in the world a happy Mother's Day! A bunch of carnations, a sentence "Mom, you have worked hard" can make the mother's cheeks smile again! Let's give our mother a little more consideration and care, and let our mother and our family be filled with happiness and harmony, and we will have a real growth!
here, I want to quote a poem to end: the growth of a child is the hope of a mother's rebirth; The failure of the child is the mother's sour tears; The child's success is the mother's happy smile. Students, for the sake of mother's smile and tomorrow's harvest, let you and I be ambitious without worrying!
mother, I stretched out my head with your strength
liberated myself from my prisoner
mother, I looked at your smiling face and reached out my hand
I tried to paint my present picture
Mother, I stood up with your words
I washed my soul overnight
Mother, I am a swallow across the sea
You are the nest across the water
. After the mother had a sharp pain, we cried and saw her smiling eyes. That was the first sight of our life, and it was those eyes that kept watching us until the eyes could no longer open their eyelids.
the first "mom" we shouted when we were learning English, and the brave words we made to our mother when we were young; A casual kiss when we were spoiled as teenagers; When we grow up, an occasional greeting will make our mother laugh and add a few crow's feet to the corner of her eye.
Mother is easy to satisfy, giving the most and taking the least.
I love my mother. We should all love our own mother.
My mother is a stubborn woman. When I was a child, I admired her very much. At that time, I didn't understand the cruelty of time. It was not until my mother's edges and corners were slowly worn away in her efforts that I slowly understood her face.
when I was very young, as a girl, I was not beautiful and wild. When I was a little older, my mother began to braid my hair and dress me in a beautiful princess dress. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to let me look at myself in the mirror, but I only look at the proud mother standing behind me in the mirror every time. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Later, I changed from a wild child to a little princess. There are so many people who spoil me that my mother's love is somewhat insignificant. I only remember that if school is late at noon, I will see my anxious mother in the dusk on my way home. When I throw myself into her arms, her eyes are filled with tenderness instantly. It was the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to be serious in every exam, and I would bring back a lot of awards to my mother at the end of each term. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "My mother is a gentle and beautiful woman!
Later, I changed from a little princess to a big princess. I can comb all kinds of beautiful braids by myself, and I will start to think that the clothes my mother bought for me are not good-looking. But I will still lie on my mother's lap in the warm sun to smell the familiar smell of her body, watch her play with my hair seriously, listen to her intermittent words, and lean my head on her soft thighs. I have an indescribable sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman!
later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, boys began to pursue me. When I shyly showed my mother the letters written by boys, my mother still smiled at me gently. She caressed my head and gently told me, "All you have at this age is empty checks.
"I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead and delicate corners of her eyes. I haven't shown off my good skin to my mother since then. Because I know that under my mother's proud smile is a lost heart, and my mother is only a mortal. She is beautiful.
Later, I can no longer see my mother waiting to take off my schoolbag at the entrance of the courtyard after school every day, and I can't hear my mother's soft voice "Are you hungry?" I can no longer put my bracelet around my mother's neck and say "GOODNIGHT!" when my mother comes to turn off the lights for me before going to bed every day. 」。 Because I am already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week, and every time she took away my changed clothes. Mother is a very clean woman. She doesn't like to use the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with bubbles. I sat on the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates. My roommates were chattering enviously < P >, and my mother also told me to take my changed clothes home when I had a holiday tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a hair in the dish, which was unprecedented in the past. You should know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to pull my hair in front of my mother angrily, and God knows how much I regretted it at that moment, because I saw my mother's face suddenly red and muttered to myself, "I was careless, I was careless ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, I'm kidding you! "Mother was a sigh of relief. I quickly buried myself in eating. I couldn't let my mother see my red eyes < P >, because I was very distressed when I saw my mother's cloudy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will be very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother to watch her wash clothes. My mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home-clear and quiet. I continue to play with my foam. Playing and playing, I suddenly found that thin sweat was oozing from my mother's forehead. My mother's back was getting more and more bent, her hands were getting slower and weaker, but she still whispered about the neighborhood with a smile. After that, I never wanted to take my changed clothes home again. Every time I face my mother's scolding, I always mischievously raise my mouth and say, "I've grown up! However, I didn't say the last sentence, that is, "You are old."
Later, I was sitting here almost going to college, and my mother came to pick me up every day for my health. I have better food, better sleep and a carefree life than other students. Everyone who meets me thinks that I am a junior high school student, and I am not annoyed by my naivety, because I know that my mother's little white hair and new wrinkles around her eyes, and even faintly visible spots, expect me to live simply. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still coquetry my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes … because I like to see my mother's smiling face with a little sense of accomplishment. Mother once said, "Mother likes you beautiful! ......
My mother taught me all the good hospitality manners, sitting posture, standing posture ... even the posture of holding chopsticks since I was a child. My classmates think this is very feudal, but I only understand my mother's good intentions when others praise me for my generosity and gentleness. My mother hopes that her daughter will always be the best in the future.
mother is really old!
her teeth are getting old, so she can't chew slowly and gently when eating as she taught me to eat without showing my teeth. My ears are getting old, too. She is afraid that others can't hear her, so she can't whisper as she taught me. My legs are getting old, and her splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious because she gave birth to me. Her steps can no longer be as light as teaching me ... But I won't accuse her, I will only take more time to massage her. Although the bones on her body make my hands ache, all the external affairs disappear instantly when I see my mother's satisfied smile.
there are always two mirrors in my head. On the one hand, my mother stood behind me and looked proudly at the good daughter in the mirror who was wearing a beautiful princess dress and braided horns. On the other side, my mother stood in front of me and looked at her daughter who was taller than her but still pouted playfully in the mirror.
Mother, I stepped out by your moonlight.
I crossed the fluctuating sea of time.
Mother, I looked at your face and laughed.
Tell myself the eternal faith ...
I love my mother.
I love my mother forever.
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I have an old black and white photo in my wallet. In the photo, a young girl stood among the flowers. She is wearing a pair of sandals, a flowered skirt, a pair of ordinary sandals and a light coat. And a pair of glasses with round lenses. Two braids hang down to the back shoulder. There is a bright and satisfied smile on her face, which looks so beautiful and lovely, so pure and moving. The person in the photo is my mother.
This is a photo of her before she got married with her father. When I first saw this photo, I said childishly, "This man is really beautiful. I wonder who it is?" Dad smiled and said, "This is your mother." At that time, I was thirteen years old and still not fully sensible. I took the photo and compared it with my mother in front of me, and found that my mother had really changed. But I am not surprised, because I know my mother is a patient. A strong patient who has been struggling with illness for a long time.
I want to say that my family was poor when I was a child, but it seems that not many people will believe me. Because, most of the people who say this sentence are our seniors, or maybe they are families in rural and mountainous areas. But this is an indisputable fact. Of course, we two sisters are not hungry and warm. It's just that I never have extra money. I don't change a dress until it's worn out, and I buy a new one until a schoolbag can't be used anymore. From primary school to junior high school, I only used three pencil boxes. At that time, my father also said that we were very happy. He went to school as a child and didn't even have a pencil box.
However, in such a family, our mother still gave us a happy childhood. She never hit us. She occasionally scolds us when we are particularly disobedient. But we have never been wronged. She will scold, but that kind of scolding is reasonable, so we have nothing to say and have to accept it. Mother never scolded us for our academic performance. Of course, we also study hard. When she is in a better spirit, she will do manual work to subsidize her family or knit sweaters for us.
At that time, the family expenses only depended on my father's salary. My sister and I are both young. Mother would struggle to do some manual work to help make up the house. I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, my father found some plastic ducks nearby to make. A pack of 2 ducks costs only 15 cents per pack. Every duck has to go through a number of troublesome processes: two wings, two duck feet, a duck's mouth with a whistle in its mouth and an air ball in front of it. Before the balloons are loaded, they should be pumped up one by one, and the bad ones should be picked out and thrown away. Then put the two sides of the body together to be finished. Make 2 ducks repeatedly, then put these 2 ducks into a thin film bag, and nail three nails in the mouth of the bag. For all this, the salary is only fifteen cents. But my mother did it happily. As long as she can help make up some household expenses, she will endure no matter how hard she works. Dad will come to help when he is free. After we finish our homework, let's do it together. The family gathered around a pile of plastic and started work in unison. Now that I think about it, I feel happy. I just didn't think so at the time.
When I was a child, my mother knitted sweaters that kept my family warm in the severe winter. Every day when she gets a little better, she tries to buy time to knit a sweater. Dad's long-sleeved white sweater, my sister's waistcoat and mine, and blue and white long-sleeved sweater. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the cold. In winter, there were several sweaters on my body from the inside out, all of which came from my mother's hands. I remember once, I saw my mother knitting a sweater again. I found that the hair looked very big, but it didn't look like it was knitted for my father. I can't help asking, "Who is this woven for?" Mom said it was woven for me. I was very surprised: "Can I wear such a big dress?" Mother said softly, "I can't be empty now, I can wear it later." After a while, she sighed and said, "That's all I can do now. I won't be here in the future, so you should know the cold and know the warmth, and you can't freeze. " At that time, when I was young, I only vaguely heard the implication, but I didn't take it to heart. Unexpectedly, this sweater knitted by my mother at that time really became her last product. This is the only warm sweater I have now. My mother's warmth has been extended to this moment, and this sweater is wearing me now. I stroked it, and there were thousands of emotions surging in my heart ... < P > My mother only studied in the third grade of primary school. Speaking of these three years of education, there is another reason. At that time, grandparents were poor, so girls had no chance to study. Grandparents are busy outside all day, and only enough food and clothing for the whole family. My mother has to take care of her brother since she was a child. In a blink of an eye, it was time for my uncle to study. My uncle was very timid when he was a child. His mother sent him to school and just wanted to go home. He cried and wouldn't let her go. Later, in order for my uncle to go to school, the school decided to let them go to school together, and the two of them only charged one person's tuition. In this way, the mother has the opportunity to go to school. Mother cherishes this opportunity to learn. It was only later that my uncle was willing to go to school, and the school no longer agreed to let them pay half the fee. In this way, mother finally recognized a few words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father was always in the stars.