This is a work written by Grandpa Zhu Ziqing in the 1920s. Although the time is far away from us, we can still feel the deep affection between their father and son.
What moved me most was the father’s simple and selfless love for his son. "My father is a fat man, so it would be more troublesome to walk there. I wanted to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. I saw him wearing a black cloth cap, a black cloth mandarin jacket, a dark blue cloth cotton robe, and staggering It was not difficult to reach the railway and slowly lean down. However, it was not easy for him to climb up to the platform on the other side. His body leaned slightly to the left, showing his efforts. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears flowed down quickly... When I looked out again, he had already walked back with the scarlet orange in his arms. . ”
Every time I read this, I am moved by my father’s deep love and can’t help but shed tears. Although his son is already 20 years old, his father always does this and that for him. In his eyes, his son is always the most important.
From this, I think of my parents treating me like this in my real life, from babbling, toddling, to entering school...every bit of my growth and every moment. Doesn’t every bit of progress contain the nurturing grace of parents? Every day, when I am still sleeping, my mother has already gotten up and prepared breakfast for me. In order to let me sleep a little longer, she always wakes me up at the last minute. In the afternoon, my mother picked me up and prepared dinner after a day's work. After dinner, she accompanied me to do my homework, understood my study situation, and cared for me all the time.
I remember when I was in the third grade, one time I had a cold and a fever. My mother first gave me medicine to drink. sleep. The next morning, my fever subsided. My mother woke me up and had breakfast with me. My mother was afraid of delaying my homework, so she insisted on sending me to school. But she was worried. She came to school in the heavy rain at noon to deliver medicine to me. Her clothes were soaked through, but she didn't care to ask me questions. Looking at my mother's wet hair, I couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat on her face. My nose was sore and tears were rolling in my eyes, but I couldn't hold them back. When my mother left in a hurry, I forgot to ask her if she had eaten. At that moment, I looked at her back and said silently in my heart: "Mom, I love you!"
Read After reading the article "Back View", I have a deeper understanding of father, mother, father's love and maternal love. "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wanderer", these two poems truly reflect the mother's love for her children. ah! No matter how old I get or how far away from home I am, I can never forget the kindness my parents gave me in raising me.
Parents’ love is sacred and great! Each of us must love our parents, but we also have a different mother-she is our motherland. We live happily and study happily in her arms! My current task is to study hard, master knowledge, and develop skills. When I grow up, I can repay my parents and serve my motherland!