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Dear mother, this should be a title that even primary school students disdain to quote. I have also thought about calling my mother an "angel" or writing a beautiful prose poem for her, as if only in this way can I express my passion.
The same feeling. Therefore, I am very annoyed that my clumsy hands can't describe the loving mother who worries about me day and night and works hard for me year after year, as if writing would be a great blasphemy to her.
Today, many years later, I finally understand that my mother, she is not a work of art, and she does not need endless praise from the outside world. She is just my mother, an unpretentious mother with the richest emotional core.
I remember I said before that if I had to use an animal to describe my mother, then I would think my mother was a cow, a hardworking cow; A selfless dedication, regardless of return; A tireless, gentle and kind cow.
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My mother was born in poverty, ranking first in the family, and prematurely provoked a family burden that did not match her age. Poor living conditions deprived her of the right to a better education. I'll never forget that day, mom.
The look in my mother's eyes when she looked at my textbook in a daze What kind of eyes that should be! Infinite longing and hope, as if she lost not only her whole childhood, but also the hope and happiness of growth. At that time, I,
I scoffed at this and thought it was a very vulgar and contemptuous look. This should be my biggest mistake so far.
I am not a person who can take care of other people's emotions. To put it bluntly, I am selfish, even selfish. When I was a child, I couldn't think of anything comforting except endless fatigue and boredom with my mother. Maybe, but compared with hard work, it is simply shameful.
But mom doesn't seem to be angry with me for this. The only confrontation in my memory with her turned out to be like this:
I just went to preschool at that time. On the first day of class, the teacher didn't teach new lessons, just talked about something irrelevant. As for what was specifically said, I really can't remember now.
When I came home from school that afternoon, my mother asked me what my teacher had taught me. I said "no", very simple. Mom asked me to recite another children's song,
I said "no". I think whoever's mother hears such a "neat" answer will be anxious. What happened next, I can't remember clearly, vaguely, as if I could still see my mother's eyes, gray and gloomy,
Perhaps, that's more, disappointment. Fortunately, in the days to come, I didn't embarrass her in my studies. Primary school has been very good, even if it is not good, but at least a few times I saw my mother's smile, with.
A little joy, a little comfort, a little satisfaction. Yes, it is the wish of all mothers in the world to see that their children's efforts have paid off.
When I was a child, under the guidance of my mother, I developed a good habit of being polite to people.
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Naturally, I am more used to looking for ways to do things from my mother's eyes. A candy given by my uncle, my mother closed her eyes and motioned for me to accept it; My aunt's dollar, my mother's eyes told me, no, how many years?
Over the years, I have learned to restrain myself with courtesy in this way. So I often say to myself, "My favorite is my mother, and my favorite is my mother's eyes".
I like to hear people say to me, "You look just like your mother". Similarly, I like to hear people praise me for being smart and beautiful, whether it's a sincere compliment or a fake lesbian relationship, in short, they said it, and my mother laughed. At this moment, I know that my mother is happy and I feel richer.
I know I have some good qualities or beautiful things, even only one or two, but they all come from my mother, who taught me, infected me and nurtured me.
If I were a sailboat, my mother would be the helmsman. When I was young, I had set a good course for my life, so as not to deviate from the track of life. And I also firmly believe that my ship will sail to a new world, which my mother had already booked for me when I was still in the womb.
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Before, I doubted my mother's loyalty to my father. Because before they got married, there were many suitors behind their mother (my aunts told me later). But when she took good care of her injured father; When she replaced
When dad bravely shouldered the heavy burden; I want to commit suicide when her eyes are full of affectionate tears and she tells me her frustration and true feelings. I am so unfilial. I thought I was the world.
The stupidest person in the world.
Neighbors and villagers all praised my mother's good character, and she didn't brag at all. My mother deserved it.
I asked her that day, "Mom, are you happy that so many people praised you?" My mother said, "I just want to be a good family, a good daughter, a good wife and a good mother." When others praise me, they love me. "
There is an inexplicable warm current surging in my body. I really admire my mother.
I grow up day by day, and my mother will grow old day by day. I don't expect to do much for her in my life. I just want to make her happy, healthy and live a long life.
And I, looking back on this wonderful time in my later years, can say to her, "I have done a fact for my mother in my life."
That's enough.