/question/47754459.html Respondent: Dedicated to ZZ- the first level of probation? 3-9 13:3 1 Today is Women's Day, and I really want to help my mother have a happy holiday. When I got home at noon, I found delicious food on the table, but I couldn't see my mother. Suddenly, I heard the sound of washing clothes. I went to the washstand and saw my mother washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go to eat and I'll wash." Because today is your festival, I want to make you happy. ""Can you do that? "Mom asked with a smile." Yes, "I said. Mother went to eat with a grain of salt. I rolled up my sleeves, took out a dress, soaked it in water, and then soaped it and wiped it hard. Rub and rub, my hands are red, and there is still some oil on my clothes. I have to wash it with a brush and then wash my clothes with clean water. I washed some clothes, and my mother came over and looked at me hard. My mother smiled, so happy, so gratified. In the evening, I hurried to help my mother wash the dishes. I put the washed dishes in order. Mom saw it and said with a smile, "So this is the holiday' gift' that Yaoyao gave me! "Although I am more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I let my mother have a happy holiday. Unforgettable Day-Dedicated to Mother March 8, 2004, is my most unforgettable day. At noon, we finished eating early, and my mother drove me on the street with her bike. I am so happy, because my mother took me to choose a long-awaited brush and ink. We came to the town and carefully selected it. My mother watches this and that for a while. Pay attention to the nib for a while, wet the nib with water for a while, and the nib rotates clockwise in my hand. I was thinking. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of brush hair. If the brush hair splits when rotating, it won't work well. I am very excited because I learned how to choose a writing brush. My mother and I arranged the pens and put them in the basket in front of the bike. I sat behind my mother, holding her waist in my hand and humming a cheerful song to go home ... On the way home, an unexpected thing happened. When going downhill, my mother tripped over a stone on the front wheel of her bicycle. I only heard her shout "No!" " "My mother and I rolled onto the gravel road. In order to protect me from being run over by my bike, my mother was anxious and pushed my bike out. I held me with my other hand and I slipped off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found my mother still lying on the ground without saying a word. Maybe it's too painful. Maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hand, and the blood was still oozing through her fingers. I was shocked and cried anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you?" After a long time, my mother looked up at me and said softly, "it's okay, be brave, and my mother will have a rest." I was so nervous that my tears almost fell out, and there was no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call grandma, and then I ran forward. Not far after running, my mother stopped me. "Son, don't go back. There are too many cars on the road. What should I do if I hit you?" Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandmother's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, that's too bad! "I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, that's all. After my mother had a rest, I helped her lift her bike and walked slowly on her way home. When I got home, I went to call Uncle Zhang, the surgical director of the hospital. When uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning the wound in front of the mirror. It was already evening when mother went to the hospital to sew the wound. In retrospect, this day is unforgettable! Although the ink has spilled on the ground, I understand what brave, decisive, calm and great maternal love is from my mother's calm eyes! Mom, I love you in my own way. My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, her husband and her daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts about this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way. I think it is parents' greatest wish that their children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time if they can't get real happiness. So even if it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knows that her children have really grown up. Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also studied hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle. How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can't even knit a rag; How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little. Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are not many things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere. Mom, I love you. I grew up whispering from my mother as long as I can remember. At that time, my mother was young and capable, and she was a great beauty in Fiona Fang. Confucius was a saint at that time. Next door to my grandmother's house is a private school that teaches by example. My shrewd mother actually studied in a private school for four years, and the teacher was the eldest brother who was full of literary talent. A country woman who could read and write poems was an enviable thing at that time. I don't know if my mother had several rainy swings in her girlhood, and fell in love with Xu Qianqian's first love as soon as she turned around, and finally married her father silently with wrong regrets. But in my girlhood, I often heard my mother whisper: "One kind of lovesickness, two places are carefree, and there is nothing I can do about it …", so I babbled from an early age and said: There are many beauties since ancient times. From childhood to adulthood, I began to understand my mother's inner loneliness and bitterness, and I became a loyal listener to my mother. As my sister and I grew up, a bright and quiet smile began to appear on my mother's face. In this smile, I saw a woman's self-confidence, which is the light of hope of maternal love, replacing the hazy melancholy in her eyes. My mother no longer sighed sadly at the autumn rain on a spring night, but urged my sister and me to endorse, while doing exercises under the lamp, while knitting new clothes, shoes and hats for her daughter. She kept telling us stories about the ancients who studied hard to become talents. At that time, my mother was like a different person. My father's reticence makes my mother eloquent. Wherever I go, my mother's ability and eloquence are always impressive. The neighbors regard her as a reputation, but my mother is proud of us. She wants to train us well to show her ability. My sister and I didn't feel depressed in the face of this heavy maternal love, just like bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground, a natural and vibrant state. Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms and good at employing people. I remember that she told us the story of Ma Su beheaded by Kong Ming with tears in her eyes more than once. Therefore, under the strict guidance of my sister, I practiced in winter for 49 years and suffered hardships in summer, and finally became a well-known skilled worker, probably the kind who is now out of the hall and into the kitchen. The local famous family is proud of marrying her sister. As for me, with the upgrade of my studies, my mother can't cope with it gradually In the face of those math and physics exercises, she can no longer be as handy as she was in elementary school. However, my mother will use the stories of the ancients to spur me on how to hang my head. Those scholars who were too poor to go to Beijing to catch the exam finally won the first prize, which made me firmly remember in my heart that my dream when I was young was to be Meng Lijun. As a mother's daughter, how dare you not be excellent? Perhaps it is my mother who knows how to choose people, so that she won't cry and give up what she loves after losing the street pavilion like Kong Ming. Mother is broad-minded and generous to others. I saw that love sublimate in her heart. She is no longer attached to narrow love. This kind of love went to a deeper and wider place: in that age without sons, there was no future. My uncle insisted on adopting my second brother to my home. My mother really hesitated for a moment. She is not afraid of hardships, but it is easy to raise a child and difficult to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this brother who is related to my family by blood. What she promised, her mother was unambiguous, kindly taught her, and hoped that her son would become a success, as if she had gone out. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will also let her brother read as many books as possible and receive the same education as me. Now, looking at her excellent brother, I have to applaud her success. Mother is our pride. At least she is smarter than Kong Ming in employing people. Winter passed and spring came. After several ups and downs, my mother is finally no longer smart and capable. She is getting old. The old mother began to nag from the inculcation at that time, but when we grew up, we all flew away and sat down to listen to her inarticulate nagging. There was not a minute and a half like time. When I went home for the Spring Festival, I was surprised to find that my mother was really old. In the tired eyes of my family, when my mother has ignored the hints of others and expressed herself, I sadly read a kind of loneliness, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a kind of fate, just like my mother came from loneliness when she was young, and now she has come to the end of her life and returned to loneliness. She began to feel bouts of pain in her heart and could not help falling into deep remorse. Oh, mom! When I was a child, how many times did you cross the long river on the way to school with our small bodies on your back? At that time, the river smiled and sang clear songs, and your face smiled so proudly, like carrying a small sun, walking towards the radiant front. Now that you are old, it is still the river that accompanies you. It is just endless loneliness, silence and vastness. But I can't carry you across this lonely river. It will accompany you from sunset to the window in the next month. Mom, don't mention how sad I am, but I dare not tell you. We grew up under your young nagging. How can we grow up and grow up without your nagging? There is no reason not to like your nagging. Tell me, mom, how smart you were when you were a child. You took us to the temple of knowledge. When you were sick, you washed and cooked for your children. You were eager for us to be twins and stand in front of people ... Tell me, mom, although you have enough nagging in front of your daughter, you can listen to your white hair and whisper in the mirror. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world work hard in your nagging. After listening to your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! ! Women's Day poem (dedicated to mother) sits quietly on a flower and has been integrated with books. The book was opened wide by her concentration, and countless indifferent black eyes were so beautiful and quiet! In those years, I grew up healthily in such a scene. She gently recited the waves in the air, loved them and smelled the homesick sea! -this bending posture makes the sun bend to the ground; Such snow-white hair makes every winter pure and beautiful. -Mother! Read longer than my life! Sitting quietly in the chill of early spring, the waves are cascading my years. When I was a student in the sea, one of my magnificent poems has been waiting for you to read! = untitled A river of youth suddenly ran away from my mother! I stopped by a blue sky and my bike leaned against the sun. The blue sky is deep and wide underwater: boundless clouds and drifting clouds. At this time, the flowers in my life suddenly bloomed-this is the messy beauty everywhere! I drank the waves, pedaled away, and the wheels rolled away. I am far, far away-completely disappeared! My body was left beside the endless blue Wang Yang, and my poems recorded life and were in full bloom. I was left in the green mountains and green waters, living and working.