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.
An Unforgettable Day —— Dedicated to the Mother of Women's Day on March 8th.
March 5, 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 while 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 startled 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. Mom has a rest. "I'm so nervous that tears are coming out, and there's no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call grandma, and then I ran forward. Just run not far, my mother stopped me, "son, you don't go back, the road is anxious and afraid, there are many vehicles, what should I do if I hit you?" "Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandma's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, it will be bad! "
I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, and that's it. 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 the greatest wish of parents that 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.
As long as I can remember, I grew up in my mother's whispering. 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 all won the first prize in the end, 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 love sublimate in her heart, and she no longer lingered in 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, and my mother really hesitated for a while. She is not afraid of hardships. It is easier to raise a child than to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this and my family. My mother never vaguely promised things, kindly taught her and expected her son to succeed, just as she did. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will let her brother read as many books 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.
Mom, tell me about your shrewdness as a child, how you brought ignorant us to the hall of knowledge, how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how much you longed for us to become a phoenix, walk in front of people and stand in front of people. ...
Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of my daughter. I'll listen to you whisper when I brush my white hair in front of the mirror. What a happy thing it is. 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! ! !
Poem on Women's Day on March 8th (dedicated to mother)
Sitting quietly on a flower, I have been integrated with the book.
One.
Because of her concentration, the book was opened greatly, and countless books were forgetful and black.
Colored eyes1111
How beautiful and quiet! those years
I grew up healthily by tasting such scenes. She recited it softly.
Reading makes waves in the air.
Love wave
Smell the homesick sea!
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This bending posture makes the sun bend to the ground;
Such snow-white hair makes every winter pure.
It's beautiful.
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Old mother! Read longer than my life! Sit quietly
On the chill of early spring
The waves decorate my years layer by layer.
When I went to the seaside as a student, I wrote a magnificent poem.
Waiting for your reading!
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Untitled
A river of youth suddenly flows away with a bang.
Mom! I stopped by a blue sky and walked alone.
The car leans against the sun.
Underwater blue sky and deep water: boundless clouds
At this time, clouds are wandering around.
The flowers in my life suddenly bloom.
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This is a mess of beauty everywhere! I drank the waves and rode on my bike.
On the waves, the wheels are rolling.
I'm far, far away ―― completely gone!
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The rest of my body is next to the endless blue wave.
The rest of my poems record life and let a hundred flowers blossom.
Express "two"
What is left to me is green mountains and green waters, living and working.
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I can only live in my mother's poems.
Living, melancholy, singing, full of hope.
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Waiting for your return!
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tornado
This is one of countless spring mornings, roaring in the waves.
thunder
Mom! In the red morning light, the bamboo basket for washing vegetables is so ethereal
It seems that the thunderstorm will not come.
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There are thunderstorms, because of our beautiful home and singing.
Come to our hearts in advance. Mom, a huge smile is rolling in the sky.
The long-awaited comfort! In the center of the city square
I went over the mountains to listen to your voice flying home gently.
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But mom, your wings only grow on me! I can fly.
The blood in the book loves the rivers of the motherland.
Respond to the sound of your blood!
It seems to have condensed the flames of rural life for countless centuries.
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Burning forever. Mom, the days of rice.
The light in the depths of blood makes the sun shine, and I am the brightest.
Work!
At the moment when I landed gently in the yard, there was a thunderstorm!
The sky, the earth, labor, flying and light began to roll.
Mans, dissolve together-ah transparent storm, explosion.
Garden, my gentle and thin mother's heart.
Boundless me ...
A letter to my mother on March 8.
40 1 Feng Yifan
Mom! It's Women's Day again, and this time I prepared in advance. This gift is not a painting, not a gift, but a letter. The content of the letter is like this.
Dear Mom: Hello!
Mom, I spent 1 1 spring and autumn with you. What a surprise! You usually write to you without listening to me. 1 1 year! How many joys and sorrows, how many tears, but I don't know that you are working for me. 1 1 year, you have done a lot for me. Mom, do you remember? The night after the exam, I had a high fever. You are very worried. You took my temperature and went out to buy medicine, which kept you up all night. You have a cold, too. I was very moved when I knew. But what about me at ordinary times? I often yell at you, almost quarreling with you. Another time, you said my handwriting was poor, crooked and untidy, but I still talked back to you. In retrospect, you actually did it for my own good. I really want to say "I'm sorry" to apologize.
Mom, do you know what you are in my heart? Tell you what! You are great in my mind, and I am proud of having such a good mother!
Your tolerance, your teaching, at this time I think the word "mom" is so kind!
Mom! Thank you, thank you for your teaching and concern, thank you! Mom!
I wish all women and mothers in the world a happy "March 8" Day!