This incident touched me very much. That night I decided to wash my mother's feet to thank her for her love for me. I followed my mother's example and adjusted the temperature of the water so that it

This incident touched me very much. That night I decided to wash my mother's feet to thank her for her love for me. I followed my mother's example and adjusted the temperature of the water so that it was neither cold nor hot. I set up a stool, asked my mother to sit down, and started washing her feet. My mother happily stroked my head and said, "Good boy, Yuanyuan is getting more and more sensible." Looking at my mother's happy look, I remembered I read the poem I just learned, "Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three spring radiances." When we do something for our mother once, our mother will be so happy, but our mother is doing this and that for us every day. I will do more things for my mother in the future to make her happy every day. My Mom Moved Me Essay Part 7 On a pouring rainy afternoon, school had been over for a long time, but my mother hadn’t come yet. The heavy rain outside the window is noisy and annoying. My mother is usually very punctual. How come it took so long today to take me home? After a long while, I glanced at the classroom clock anxiously. Ah! It's six o'clock! "Mom, where have you been? Why aren't you here?" I thought while my stomach kept protesting. Time passed by minute by minute, but my mother hadn't come yet. "What should I do? Go back by yourself? No, it's too dangerous. What should I do?" Now my mood is like two gangs, arguing. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure appearing in front of the teacher's door. It's my mother! It's really my mother! As soon as I saw it was my mother, I immediately wanted to go to my mother angrily, but when I got to the door, my anger completely disappeared. Because my mother was soaked all over and bought me a bag of bread. At this time, I felt that I was going too far. I shouldn't blame my mother for being so late. I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes, and I touched my mother's head consciously, ah! It's so hot! "Mom, do you have a fever? It's so hot." My mother was about to answer me, but stopped; Smile slightly. My mother handed me the bread in her hand. I took the bread and gave it to my mother. But my mother said: "You can eat, I'm not hungry." I noticed the thermos bottle in my mother's hand. I quickly took it into my hand and took a sip, then gave it to my mother. My mother still refused to pick me up: "I'm going home, let's go." My mother took out a small and exquisite umbrella from her handbag and took me home without saying a word. The rain had subsided in the misty rain. I raised the umbrella high, trying to protect my mother from the rain, but my mother took the umbrella and protected me from the rain, but she herself got wet. My tears fell like pearls.

Mom Moves Me Essay 8 A mother’s love is a coat that gives you warmth; a mother’s love is an umbrella that protects you from wind and rain; a mother’s love is a look full of caring , although it is inconspicuous, it moves you. I carefully recalled what happened with my mother, and a familiar scene played back in my mind like a movie. In my mind, my mother's love is delicate and warm. On a bitterly cold winter day, I went to school wearing only two sweaters and carrying my schoolbag. During class, a cold wind hit me. I shivered with cold, kept sneezing and had a runny nose. I couldn't concentrate on listening at all. At this time, I heard the teacher call my name: "Pan Yitong." I was shocked: Could it be that I deserted in class and was discovered by the teacher? The teacher paused and said, "Your mother has given you a coat." I looked along the window and saw my mother holding a coat in her hand, her eyes full of anxiety. I walked out under the envious eyes of the whole class. My mother quickly put on my coat and said distressedly: "If you wear so little, you will catch a cold. Be careful next time." I put on my coat and felt much warmer immediately. , the face gradually returned to rosy. At this time, I felt a warmth surge in my heart, and two lines of tears slowly slid down my cheeks. I sincerely said to my mother: "Mom, thank you, thank you!" My mother stroked my head and said: "Silly boy, you're welcome. This is what a mother should do.

"As the tears blurred, one picture after another appeared in my mind: when I was reviewing my homework late at night, my mother brought me a cup of warm milk; when I went out to play and forgot to come home, my mother brought me a cup of hot milk. Looking for me everywhere anxiously; when I face exams, my mother always gives me sincere encouragement, warm coats, and warm eyes. These memories full of love, how can I forget them, how can I not be moved?

Mom Moves Me Essay 9 My mother is a hard-working, gentle and virtuous person. In my memory, her love for me is always meticulous, which often makes me cry. When school was over, it suddenly started to rain heavily, and I didn’t bring an umbrella. My mother happened to be at work and was far away. When I left the school gate, I looked up and saw my mother waiting for me in the rain with an umbrella. "Son, come here quickly, don't get wet!" Listening to my mother's urgent call, I was surprised and moved, and I was speechless for a moment. I don’t know what to say. On the way home, my mother barely used an umbrella to protect me from the rain. I found that my mother’s clothes were almost soaked, but she kept on running. Said: "Son, come closer, don't get your clothes wet and catch a cold. "When my mother and I returned home, her clothes were already soaked. Looking at my mother's trembling body, I couldn't control my feelings. I threw myself into my mother's arms and called out to her, "Mom. !

My Mom Moved Me Essay 10 When I arrived at the clinic, it was already past 3 o'clock in the morning. The lights in the clinic were all turned off. My mother kept shouting until someone in the clinic heard her. When I opened the door, what I didn't expect was that I wasn't very wet, just a little. My mother immediately called the doctor. The doctor gave me a few injections and prescribed some medicine. It was still raining heavily outside, and the doctor said, "How about you Don’t go back yet, wait until the rain stops or the sun breaks before you go back. "My mother looked at me and said yes. In the morning, when my mother saw that it was getting light and the rain had stopped, she carried me back home. The way back was more difficult, but my mother was very optimistic and kept smiling. In a few days, my illness was cured. My mother told me: "You must study hard, become a talent, and build our hometown into a good place. "My mother's words have always been buried in my heart. Until now, my mother's smile is so touching. It has made me struggle from then on until now and makes me realize life. Mom, you love you!

Mom lets My Inspirational Essay 11 My mother is in her thirties, thin and has beautiful little eyes. She is the best mother in the world and I love her very much. I was deeply touched by this incident. I had a cold that time, and my mother took care of me until night. When I fell asleep, she was still reading under the lamp, because she had to take the exam tomorrow, and she kept covering me with the quilt. She thought I would be better after taking care of me for so long. The next morning, she went to take the exam. When I came back, I still had a high fever and vomited all over the floor. She anxiously carried me to get an IV drip on my back. Eat and ask me if I feel uncomfortable. Looking at my mother's bloodshot eyes, my tears suddenly fell down. Mom, my good mother, it was your broad love that moved me deeply. , I love you, good mother.

Mom Moves Me Essay 12 From the time I can remember, the past events are like smoke, like the stars in the sky, like the waves on the sea, like the waves on the beach. There are countless shells. But one thing my mother did that moved me is still fresh in my memory. One day during the winter vacation, my mother took me to the zoo. On the 416 bus, we They both found a seat and sat down. By this time, the seats in the car were full. When the car drove to Lijiatuoqiao South Village, an old woman with a sallow complexion and gray hair limped into the car. The old woman looked around in the car with longing eyes, but there were no seats, so she had to stand with difficulty for about two or three minutes, but to the old man it seemed like a year had passed. She was swaying. He stood in the car, looking very strenuous.

My mother is a typical loving mother. She always cares about my life and study in every possible way. I remember when I was very young, I started sleeping alone in a room. But every night in the middle of the night, the quilt covering me would be kicked away without me noticing. My mother was afraid that I would catch a cold or have a fever, so she would get up quietly every night and help me put the quilt back on me. Especially in winter, my mother first climbed out of the warm quilt, then braved the cold wind and came to my room to gently cover me with a quilt. One time it was very cold when I slept until midnight. I vaguely saw my mother shaking her body and quietly helping me add an extra blanket to the quilt. It immediately made me warm and comfortable. But when I woke up the next morning, I found that my mother looked listless and had a cold. But my mother comforted me and said, "If an adult catches a cold, he will get better soon after taking some medicine and resting for a while. If a child catches a cold, it will be even worse." Whenever I recall this incident, it always makes me cry. My good mother, thank you for your selfless love and care that allowed me to grow up healthily and happily! I will definitely repay your love for me with success in the future!