Mom is really hard. I remember it was a drizzly night and I fell asleep. Suddenly, my mother woke me up from my sleep loudly and said that I had a fever. I soon became nervous. My mother will bring me a wet towel and put it on my hot forehead, and then give me a cup of warm water to drink. Not only that, she also has the responsibility of a housewife-cleaning at home. After drinking the medicine, I slept quietly in bed and watched my mother busy. It really hurts. Can her slender waist hold on? Worried, can her weak shoulders hold up? Dear mom, you have worked hard!
Fifteen minutes later, the fever still didn't come down, but it got worse, reaching 39.9 degrees Celsius. My mother quickly put down her heavy work and took me to the hospital for emergency treatment. There, I just put on the eye of a needle, and my mother was right next to me, always greeting me and taking care of me. My mother was not idle when I hung up the water. I ran to buy medicine for a while, fed me medicine for a while, and bought food for me for a while. I said, "Mom, have a rest." Mom said, "No, no, I'm fine. Oh, yes, I have to call the company. I was so busy that I forgot. " After my mother left, I whispered, "No matter how busy you are, your body will be left with bones."
Later, the fever went down, and my mother took a taxi to take me home, stroking me and letting me sleep peacefully. What about her? But I picked up the mop again and the towel went on working.
The next day, I found that the underground was clean, and my mother was actually making eyes. I asked curiously, "Mom, did you sleep well last night?" Mother replied: "sleep well, sleep well, are you better!" " ""Much better, "I replied. Later, I found an excuse to go out, but I hid in the corner and secretly cried.
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure …" I am a treasure now, but I wish my mother were a treasure so that I can relax! Mom is really hard!
Mother's Day arrived unconsciously, and her footsteps traveled all over the mountains and rivers, telling people about her mother's hard work and bringing joy and joy to every mother.
I remember mother's day at noon, the weather was very hot, and the sun baked the earth like a big fireball. After we finished lunch, my mother went to the rooftop to dry a bunch of clothes. As soon as I saw it, I quickly went with my mother to see what I could do for her. As soon as I went to the rooftop, I felt a hot air coming on my face, and my sweat came out. I quickly helped my mother hang up the clothes one by one. When I got home, I felt wet all over, and the sweat on my head ran down my hair. When I touched it, the original clothes were soaked. (2) 1 of "pa", dad fan killed mosquitoes. When my mother saw the horrible corpse of the mosquito, her nose turned sour and two lines of "waterfalls" went down the river, saying to herself like chanting, "Poor mosquito! In fact, they are also trying to survive! " Hearing this, my father sprayed out the tea he had just swallowed and burst into laughter. Mother couldn't help thinking: If my husband hadn't killed the mosquito at that time, maybe my heart would have softened long ago, and the mosquito would have let go of his stomach and sucked enough.
My mother not only loves the four evils, but also loves me very much. I remember that time when I came home from school, I heard my mother say that she would make me a hamburger. I am very happy to hear that. After a while, my homework was finished. I ran to the kitchen and shouted, "homework finished, sign it!" " ""ouch! " Mother's crying came from the kitchen, and immediately deep red blood flowed from her fingers. Oh! It turned out that my shouting scared my mother, and the sharp blade cut her slender little hand. I saw that my mother immediately washed the wound with clear water and then took out the band-aid to dress it. A band-aid can't cover the wound. "Mom scratched such a big hole, it must be very painful. Hey, I can't eat delicious food this time. "I'm hiding in the house, at a loss. After a while, I heard my mother shout, "dinner!" " "I'm surprised. I walked out with my head down and saw some delicious hot hamburgers on the table. I took a bite happily, but I didn't taste the hamburger. My heart is like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, which is very uncomfortable. The hamburger in my hand became heavy and tears welled up in my eyes. Mom is so great and lovely! She works day and night for me, arranges my daily life and never complains. She works for me in obscurity, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of wind and rain, and never stops. Always willing to give everything for her. I looked up at my mother's face and suddenly found that wrinkles had climbed up her broad and beautiful forehead. At this point, my throat has choked and I can't speak.
Tell yourself silently in your heart: you must study hard and repay your mother's parenting with excellent results.
My mother will always be my role model; Always shining stars; Will always be an immortal "monument". (3) "The ancients said that the filial piety of all virtues comes first". Young people grow up day by day, but our mother, who raised us with great pains, grows old day by day. .....
Maybe we didn't find that mom had done so much for us without any complaints. But we waste time day after day. Have you ever wondered, mom, why she comes home late every night? Maybe we think she is eating, drinking and shopping in the market. But in fact, who would have thought that she, our great mother, worked for us to earn money every night in the moonlight and dim light, for what? It's all to make us live a better life! I don't want us to go back to the bitter days they once lived. I want us to eat and wear warm clothes, study hard and have a good future. Maybe every mother's day you will ask your mother what she wants, but our mother always answers; Kid! You study hard and tell your mother not to worry about you.
Maybe a child who understands his mother's heart will be a little touched in his heart! Mom, they just need us not to make her work hard. In our opinion, this trivial requirement is easy and simple. However, once we really do it, every time we send out the report card, it will only make my mother sigh. Is everything they have done in vain? No, they don't think so. They believe that their children will repay her. Students, touch your hearts! Think about those mothers who work for us day and night, think about their mothers who work for us, think about how they work day and night ... Do we bring them a cup of espresso, say a warm word and a basin of foot washing water when they get off work ... Do we know their birthdays and say hello to them on their birthdays!
Love is everywhere in the world, but which one is better than maternal love! Motherly love is pure, great, selfless and unparalleled!
(4) Motherly love is like a stream, flowing water moistens my heart. My mother's warm words, simple thoughts and unpretentious actions all make my heart warm.
That time, my mother went shopping to buy clothes. She took 500 yuan money with her when she went out. Because my mother is often reluctant to spend money to buy clothes for herself, she often goes home empty-handed. This time, before going out, she vowed, "I must buy some good clothes." It doesn't matter if it's expensive. I can't care so much. " However, I still see my uncertainty from my mother's eyes. "Maybe mom still can't buy it back." I thought silently. Sure enough, she still didn't buy clothes. This time, from her mother's description of how beautiful the clothes are, from her radiant expression and her admiring tone, I can see her love for that down jacket. Even though she likes this down jacket very much, she didn't buy it. Mother came back with a lot of rice, vegetables and daily necessities in her hand. I know that she is reluctant to buy clothes, and what she misses in her heart is this family. Mom is a teacher and school starts. She goes to school at 7 o'clock every day and gets home at noon 12: 00. There was no rest time at noon, so I left at 1: 20. I have to work overtime at night and often come back after six o'clock. The hard work all day made my mother's cervical spondylosis again. When you bow your head, it is a kind of pain. Although her father cynically advised her to have a rest all day, she quietly prepared lessons, wrote lesson plans and collected materials. One day, I was fast asleep, but I don't know why, I suddenly woke up. I rubbed my eyes. I yawned and wanted to go back to sleep. Suddenly, my mother was still sitting at the table, writing with her head down and brushing. I just tried to persuade her to sleep, but I swallowed my words and my eyes were full of tears. ...
On Sunday, I was at home alone. Thinking of my mother's hard work in housework before, I think I should do something for my mother. So, I picked up the kettle, boiled a pot of water and made a cup of tea, waiting for my mother to come back. After a while, I heard a gentle knock at the door and knew that my mother had come back. I quickly picked up the teacup and opened the door for my mother. As soon as my mother came in, I was about to speak when I brought tea. Mother was so moved that she couldn't speak for a moment. I am not moved to think that my mother has done so much for me on weekdays. And I just made a cup of tea for my mother, and my mother was too moved to speak. I have a feeling of guilt in my heart.
In the evening, my mother made me my favorite almond tea and almond bowl. My legs will be sore and my feet will hurt when I think of my mother running around the street in high heels all day. But my mother still insisted on cooking complicated dishes for me, and my tears could not help falling. ...
(5) In the evening, when I was doing my homework, I saw my mother picking up the mop as if she were working. I quickly stood up and said seriously, "mom, have a rest." Let me help you mop the floor today. " Mother nodded approvingly. I picked up the mop and began to work. Not bad at first, but the more tired you get to the back, the slower you move. It's really "the old cow pulls the broken car-slow", and my heart is beginning to worry. At this time, my mother came over and asked me lovingly if I wanted to have a rest. I hesitated at first, but thinking of my mother's usual fatigue, I firmly replied, "No, I didn't."
Say that finish, I continue to drag, finally finished. I put down the mop and stretched out my arm. I looked up and saw my mother's loving eyes: "Son, your performance today is the best gift for Mother's Day. My mother is really happy. When you grow up, mom really thanks you. " Mom loves you. "Say that finish, my mother gently kissed my forehead.
Although what I do for my mother is only a small matter, I know her hard work and how much she has paid for me. What she does bit by bit is so selfless and priceless that words can't describe it!
One day on Mother's Day taught me something that books can't teach me. My mother's love is broad, and her only requirement is that I can stand on my own feet and become a useful person to society in the future. To repay my mother, I will study hard. Mom, thank you for taking care of me for so many years. I really want to say, "mom, you have worked hard!" " Mom, you have been meticulous to me in the past ten years, from feeding and dressing me when I was a child to cooking nutritious and delicious meals for me every day ... I remember everything you did for me. One day, it was raining cats and dogs at night, and there was a strong wind outside, but you wanted to work the night shift. My father and I repeatedly stopped you, but you still firmly said to me, "No, I have to go." The responsibility of mom and dad is to work to earn money and take care of you; Your task is to study, let's do our part! " I watched you holding a big umbrella on the windowsill, braving the storm, slowly, slowly ... disappearing out of my sight, and I silently thought: how I want to see you again! I waited and waited until ten o'clock. I couldn't wait to call you and ask if you had arrived. When I hear your happy reply: "I am here, please go to sleep!" " "How happy I am! Mom, you know what? Every day at school, I care about you, and I can't wait to see you when I get home from school early. You can smell the smell of rice and vegetables as soon as you open the door, because you have cooked delicious meals. You often say to me, "son, I don't like this. Please eat more!" " "I know, this is your love for me. Ah! My good mother, I would like to turn into a spring breeze and brush away the traces left on your face by years; I would like to turn into a beam of sunshine in winter to keep you warm ... Mom, I will study hard-I love you! Mom, over the years, you have devoted all your efforts to me. I grew up under your care. From today on, my daughter asks you to share some love with yourself, otherwise, her daughter will feel uneasy. I remember that time, my parents and I went to Liaozhong to buy clothes. In the hall, my mother took a fancy to a dress You look ten years younger when you put it on yourself, but my father and I advise you not to buy it. You really can't spend two or three hundred dollars on a dress. But when I put it on, you bought it without hesitation, because I knew it was for me. Mom, how I wish you cared more about yourself! Mom, the housework at home is too heavy. Let me share some with you! Housework bends your back pressure. You work in the fields all day, and you have to cook, cook and wash clothes when you get home. In my heart, you are always busy. These endless trifles have gradually turned your black hair into white hair, and wrinkles are increasing day by day, and you are only 42 years old this year! How much I want to help you, but you refuse me every time. Mom, I'm not a child anymore! Mom, we have learned such a poem, which says, "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, and I got three spring flowers." Isn't this the best portrayal of you? Mom, I will study hard and repay you well. (7) Mom is really hard.
Mom, you know what? In my heart, I respect you more and you love me more. You work hard every day to earn money for me; Every day after work, you have to come and be busy with my study; I have to do housework at night …
One day when I was still in the second grade, I was sick. Seeing that the final exam is coming tomorrow, my grandparents won't let me get sick slowly at home, but let me go to the hospital. My grandparents told my mother that I was ill, so my mother quickly asked for leave and took the subway to the hospital immediately. After my mother arrived at the hospital, it was already 7 o'clock and her stomach was growling. My mother found a small restaurant and bought me something to eat. My mother looked at me eating with a smile on her face. Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach, so I vomited all the food. Mom saw it and was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. The doctor said that it is best not to eat sour food when you are sick, and you can eat porridge, soaked rice and the like. After listening to the doctor's words, my mother went to another restaurant to buy something and ran back to me. I ate delicious soup and rice and looked very energetic. My mother said to me, "Are you energetic? Let's review it. " "OK", I reviewed it with my mother. An hour passed, and two hours passed. My salt water finally hung up, and our family went home happily.
Mom, how hard you work! I really want to say to you: "I love your mother!" " "My mother is thirty years old this year, leaving some traces of time on her face. But her oval face and waist-long black hair are beautiful.
My mother is an ordinary primary school teacher. She gets up every morning, cooks breakfast for our family and then goes to school. After coming home from work in the afternoon, he cooked dinner and cleaned for us. After all this, I patiently helped me with my homework. Time and time again, year after year, but she never complained to us. My mother's efforts finally paid off. My grades are always among the best in my class and I have won many awards. Every time I go home with a certificate of merit, my mother always sticks it on the wall with joy, and a sweet smile will emerge on her face. Looking at my smiling mother, I think she is the most beautiful person in the world. I still remember the time when my mother checked my homework. The homework assigned by the teacher at that time was to write a composition. I usually hate writing, but I am most afraid of writing. It took me an hour to finish the task. When I was about to put it in my schoolbag, my mother came and asked me to check my homework. I'm not afraid to check my homework at ordinary times, but my composition-hey! I reluctantly took it to her. There are almost fifteen buckets in my heart-seven up and eight down. Sure enough, as I expected, as soon as my mother started reading my composition, she pointed to the beginning and said, "You add a sentence here, the sentence here is not smooth, the words here are wrong ... rewrite it." It took me an hour to write a good composition, but my mother pointed out so many problems that I couldn't help crying, but I rewrote it as my mother told me. After writing, my mother poured me a cup of hot water. Mother said kindly, "I also know that you have spent a lot of time and thought on this composition, but a good composition should be revised constantly and the beautiful words and expressions accumulated at ordinary times should be applied to your own composition, so as to improve your writing ability." The next day, the teacher said I wrote well. I know I can't do it without my mother's help.
My mother not only cares about my study, but also cares about my health. I remember one night last winter, when I was about to have a rest, I suddenly had a headache, and I still endured it at first. After a while, the pain became worse and worse, and I couldn't help moaning. I want to ask my mother to come and have a look, but how can I bear to disturb my mother after a hard day? Soon, my mother came into my bedroom and saw me groaning with my head in my arms, touching my forehead with her hand, and could not help but exclaim, "It's so hot!" He went out behind my back without saying anything. I know she's going to carry me to the hospital again, and I've had the experience of carrying me to the doctor at night before. The biting cold wind blew on the road, and my face hurt like a knife. My mother asked me to hide my face behind my back to avoid freezing.
Although my home is only ten minutes away from the hospital, my mother walked for more than twenty minutes. When I got to the hospital, I looked at my mother's sweat on her forehead and listened to her panting breath. Tears welled up in my eyes. My mother thought I had a terrible headache when she saw me like this. Come and comfort me. It's okay. The pain will be relieved after the doctor checks. ...
Listening to these words, my heart hurts again and I cry even harder. Mom, my good mother, I will make you the most beautiful person in the world forever!