Every time I look at my mother's tired appearance, I think: My mother is too tired. The newspaper says that soaking feet can relieve fatigue. I might as well help my mother wash her feet to relieve her fatigue! When I was a child, no matter how dirty my feet were, my mother would help me clean them. Now it's time for me to be grateful. So, I began to prepare for washing my mother's feet. I first boiled a pot of boiling water, brought a footbath and a towel, poured boiling water into the basin, and added some tap water. Then, I sprinkled some toilet water into the basin, and a faint fragrance floated in the steaming foot washing water. I put a basin of foot washing water in front of my mother and smiled and said to her, "Mom, wash your feet!" " "Mother's tired face was surprised." How did you think of washing her feet? " "Mom, isn't Saint Amethyst saying,' At the age of nine, you can warm the mat, be filial to your loved ones and do what you should do'. Xiangjiu Huang/kloc-can help his father warm up at the age of 0/8. I am eleven years old. Can't I help you wash your feet? " "oh? Thank you! " "What are you thankful for?' Only the one-inch-long grass has so much love that it has won three spring rays.' I can never repay your kindness. I'm so old, you don't know how many times you washed my feet. What am I this time! "I helped my mother take off her shoes and socks and let her feet soak in the water. Mom's feet are red with cold and look thin and small. There are some thick and hard calluses on the soles of her feet, and several nails are gray. I hold my mother's feet, carefully rubbing them from top to bottom with a towel and rubbing them with my hands. After a massage, my mother's feet gradually warmed up and the water gradually cooled down. I added some hot water and continued to knead. After a while, I wrung out the towel and wiped my mother's feet. Mom and dad are very kind to me, and I will never pay off this debt! I can only be a conscientious person in peacetime, seize every opportunity, care about them and repay them with my own practical actions-often chatting with the elderly and often helping my parents do some housework. These emotional rewards are within my power to me. This is too thin and too small compared with the reward given to me by adults! Praise me and my mother's growing world? Mother, the five-leaf tree of the world is full of poems. I am a child you forced to mature, wearing a light Tsing Yi. I am a handful of dirt, and you love every aspect of it. Tonight, you sit under the eaves of the country, gently wash your fingers and dream of an autumn leaf. Mother Kong, my son, I hope you are by the river thousands of miles away. Don't tell me that tears will prick my river! ! Tonight, the stars are shining, the serenade is melodious, and my mother's fingers are full of youthful holiness. The pentaphyllum is full of poems as heavy as autumn. Her son stood on trembling hair. Don't get excited because of the flute blowing in my mouth ... Your life has touched my dream of walking with you. I beat my horse under the tree every autumn. 1, my mother's life in the wind and rain is like walking on the road with frequent wind and rain, and my mother is at the forefront. Let some umbrellas protect her children from the wind and rain, and my mother pushed them to me. Ah, the child under the umbrella, the mother outside the umbrella, the rain is no longer rain, but a drop of happy tears that God gave to the world. 2. Mom, people who work hard can leave physically, but people won't leave. Just as we will never forget our ancestors and mothers, mothers are the quilts on our bodies. Without her, we would feel cold. Our mother is the salt in vegetables. Without her, life would be dull. Our mother must have her pain. Those lingering pains often hang on her face and are intertwined with our children's smiles. 3. A great mother's love will pick a bunch of the brightest roses. Tell my mother with all my dear words that my mother calls me stupid. Roses are flowers that symbolize love. No, they are also flowers that my children want to give to my mother. I really regret that I haven't heard my mother tell my childhood jokes for a long time. My mother said, silly child, what my mother wants to say to the child will never be finished. Even if I sleep in the grave, you will always be my concern: what are the detailed examples? Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath. Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet. But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."
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