Who is the person in this world who loves you the most? Who is the person in this world who cares for you in every possible way? Who is the person in this world who gave birth to you, raised you, and devoted his life to you? This person is the mother. Below is the essay "Mom, thank you for your hard work" that I brought to you. Welcome to read it.
Chapter 1: Mom, you have worked hard
Mom, I want to say to you: "You have worked hard!"
Since you brought me here The world began to work for me. And over the years, you have worked even harder for me and our family, getting up early and working hard day and night. Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, your rough hands, and your waist that is no longer straight, I I really want to say: "Mom, you have worked hard!"
I remember one time, it was almost the final exam, and the workload was extremely heavy. It was past ten o'clock and I hadn't finished writing yet. Not only did you not sleep, but you also You encouraged me on the side: "Don't be anxious, write slowly, and write carefully." On that cold night, you quickly put a cotton coat on me and brought me a cup of hot milk. At that time, my heart felt warm and moved. Can't even say a word. I know that you have been busy all day and are already exhausted, but you still insist on staying with me until I finish my homework.
Mom, you have paid so much for me, but I am very naughty and always let you worry about me.
One time, I did very poorly in an exam, so I didn’t dare to show it to you. But the teacher asked you to sign it, so how could I submit it if I didn’t show it to you? I had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand the test paper to you with trembling hands, feeling extremely scared. I blushed and lowered my head in shame, not daring to look at you, thinking that you would scold me, but instead of beating me, you also carefully helped me analyze the reasons for my mistake. I asked you with tears in my eyes: "Mom, I did so poorly in the exam, why don't you get angry at me?" "Silly boy, what's the use of being angry! Not only will it not solve the problem, it will also make you resent the exam and make you afraid of the exam in the future. Otherwise, your grades will get worse and worse." You stroked my head and said to me with a smile. Mom, it is your words that give me confidence and make me work harder in my future studies.
Mom, over the years, I don’t know how many mistakes I have made, how much trouble I have caused you, and how many times I have broken your heart, but you have forgiven me and taught me many principles of life. Mom, you are so kind!
Mom, now that my son has grown up, please believe me, I will definitely work hard to become better and use my actual actions to repay your love for me! "Mom, you have worked hard!"
Chapter 2: Mom, you have worked hard
I remember when I was a child, my mother often hugged me, and I always liked to touch her hair draped on her shoulders. , black and bright, at that time I thought my mother was the prettiest and most beautiful mother in the world.
One night, I was lying on the bed and found that my head hurt a little, and there was a very strange and ugly expression on my face. My mother noticed that I was a little unusually busy and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling well?" I said, "Yes, my head hurts a little." So my mother brought me antipyretic medicine. After I took it, after a while, my mother asked, "Okay." "Did you order it?" I said, "My head still hurts." My mother touched my forehead with an ugly expression on her face, and quickly helped me up and said, "Go to the hospital and take a look." "It's already ten o'clock and the hospital is closed." I thought my mother might have noticed that I had a severe fever and couldn't figure it out. But I saw how anxious my mother's eyes were, and how much she loved me! My mother said: "It's okay, the door shouldn't be closed yet." My mother carried me into the car and came to the hospital. The doctor said: "It's nothing serious, just give me a bottle of hanging injection." After hearing this, my mother felt a lot more at ease. . I also fell asleep comfortably, and when I woke up, I was already home.
In the past, I was a young master who could reach out for clothes and open his mouth for food. After this time, I found that my mother is so hard and great, and she is the best mother in the world.
My mother is like the spring rain and dew that nourishes me, like a patch of winter sunshine, which makes me feel warm, and like a clear spring in the desert, which makes me feel emotionally nourished. Your love is as warm as the sun, as genial as spring, and as sweet as clear spring.
I want to say to you: "You have worked hard. It is you who gave me a pair of eyes to see the world. It is you who gave me a pair of feet to step into this wonderful world. I love you, mother."
Chapter 3: Mom, you have worked hard
Who is the person in this world who loves you the most? Who is the person in this world who cares for you in every possible way? Who is the person in this world who gave birth to you, raised you, and devoted his life to you? This person is the mother.
"Mom, wash your feet, and I will tell you the story of the little duck..." This is the dialogue in an advertisement I saw when I was a child. Looking back now, I can't help but feel a little ashamed. How many times have I washed my mother's feet since I was a child? Today I decided to wash my mother's feet.
Today is Women’s Day. My mother finally came home after a busy day. She didn’t even change her shoes. She was so tired that she sat on the sofa.
I saw it, and slowly squatted down and took off my mother's shoes and socks, and got her a pair of slippers. Then I went to the bathroom to get a basin of water for my mother's feet. I touched it just right, it was neither cold nor hot, and I I brought the water to my mother and said, "Mom, it's so hard for you to run around all day for this family. Today I'm here to wash your feet." As I said that, I put my mother's feet into the basin and lifted them. I started to ask my mother: "Mom, is the water hot?" My mother smiled and said: "It's not hot, it's not hot." When I wasn't busy rubbing my mother's feet, I looked up and saw my mother's moved tears scattered like broken beads. In the basin, I asked: "Mom, why are you crying?" "Mom is fine, I am so happy." Mom said happily.
After washing my feet, I wiped my mother’s feet with a foot towel and found calluses on my mother’s feet. At this time, an incident that occurred when I was a child appeared before my eyes. That winter night, I had a high fever, and the clinics in my family's hospital were closed. My mother carried me on her back and went straight to the People's Hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me a fever-reducing injection. I was lying on the hospital bed and saw my mother sweating profusely. After a while, the heating in the hospital stopped. After seeing my mother, She quickly took off her coat and covered me with it, while she was only wearing a thin sweater. At that time, my mother's lips turned purple from the cold and she was shaking all over. The next day, my mother had a fever, but she sat next to me and took care of me even while wearing a sling bottle. Now my mother is working hard to earn money for me to go to school. She is busy outside all day long and has thick calluses on her feet. Thinking of this, I feel heartbroken. I secretly made up my mind to study hard, get into a key middle school, and live up to my mother's love for me.
Today on this special day, I want to say loudly to my mother: "Mom, you have worked hard"!
Chapter 4: Mom, thank you for your hard work.
I put on the new clothes my mother bought again. The clothes my mother bought with sweat are so warm to wear.
Mom, you smiled. I am a good boy. I will definitely repay you when I grow up. Remember that time. I saw you were busy and sweating a lot, so I immediately went to get a towel, poured water on it, and sent it to my mother. Although I fell down, it didn't hurt. But very happy. Because I saw my mother, I wiped her sweat with her towel.
Mom, you are sick, I will definitely take care of you and make you recover. I remember, when I woke up in the morning, I heard my mother coughing. I asked my mother what was wrong, and she said it was okay. When I was playing on the computer, my mother vomited, and I knew that my mother was sick. When I took her temperature, it was over 39 degrees. I helped my mother do a lot of things. Although it is not a serious illness, I am still worried. If my mother is no longer well, I will be even more worried.
Mom, you have worked hard, and I will not let you collapse again. I remember, one time my mother was washing clothes, I happened to pass by, and saw her put down the basin and put it on the sofa. Just as she was about to get up, I ran over and helped my mother pick it up and sprinkled the water all over. I turned around Look, my mother was about to get the mop, and I ran over again, got the mop, and mopped the floor. Although I was sweating, it was worth it. Mom tried her best to smile.
I don’t want to cause any problems with my mother again, otherwise I will settle the score with you. I want a healthy mother. "Mom, don't go down there, you'll be exhausted." I only have one wish, that my mother be happy, happy, and healthy every day. I have a good mother. Isn't that right?
Chapter 5: Mom, thank you for your hard work
My mother is born in the 1970s. Ever since my father went abroad, my mother has never been idle. She watched her hair grow one after another. The white hair reminds me of a lyric by Jay Chou: Listen to your mother and don’t let her get hurt. Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness.
I remember once, there was no younger brother at that time (I was even the same age as my younger brother now) and our family lived in the east. It was freezing cold outside and the snow was falling. Dad is not at home either. Mom has just finished mopping the floor and is taking a rest in bed. I leisurely ride my four-wheeler in my living room. With a sound of "Boom--", the back of my head "kissed" the edge of the coffee table hard. "Wow-", I cried, and I couldn't even feel the pain. My mother heard the sound and ran over. When she saw the blood on the ground and my face that was distorted by pain, without saying a word, she ran out of the house with me on her back, wearing a thin autumn coat and bare feet. But I fainted in my mother's arms... About 30 minutes later, the light on the hospital bed dazzled my eyes. I opened my eyes suddenly and saw my mother's face with a few snowflakes in her hair. Almost jumped out of the hospital bed. "Mom, it's okay, it doesn't hurt. Let's go home." "How can this be done? There is a big hole in the back of your head. You will stay in the hospital for a few days before going home!" Looking at my mother's firm face, I could only "obey".
When I was 9 years old, my father went abroad and my mother was busier than ever. My brother is only half a year old, and I am spending this money and that money... Before I am 40 years old, my mother has a few gray hairs on her scalp. But the brilliance on her face is still the same. Many people who see her mother say that she doesn’t look like a 9-year-old child.
Now, four days have passed since my 12th birthday, and my mother is getting older day by day. Seeing my mother’s radiant but old face, I can’t help but think of Jay Chou’s lyrics: I want to Grow up quickly so you can protect her!
Mom, I will always remember your kindness! Because - I am lucky to have a mother who loves me!