My mother is a farmer, and she smells like a farmer. She is busy day and night for this family, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, working in the fields and even supervising our homework, but I never complain. Just doing a few housework, I feel that I have paid a lot. Standing in front of my simple, kind and hardworking mother, I feel as selfish as a flat leaf in the universe.
I remember once, I had a fever, but I was worried about my mother. I went to the village clinic behind my back in the middle of the night. Because there was no doctor on duty in the rural clinic at night, my mother carried me ten miles to the town health center. There was no one on duty in the town health center, and my mother cried and didn't know how to comfort her. There are countless examples of such life. Life makes all our children experience or feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's encouraging words always linger in my ears, and the warm current of maternal love ripples in my heart. I thank my mother for her lighthouse-like guidance, which gave me great strength and infinite courage, and let me get up from where I fell, face the long road confidently and walk step by step. Somehow, I grew up, but the distance from my mother was getting farther and farther. There seems to be an invisible wall between us. When I was a child, my mother and I were very close, talking and laughing ... these seemed to have left me and disappeared into the clouds. I began to neglect my mother's care, tired of her nagging, and even didn't want to be bound and restricted by her. I am willful, and I always foolishly think that I am grown up and great, so I can no longer be bound and restricted by my mother. Where's my mother? I still maintain her deep concern and love for me. There are many differences between my mother and me, which is probably the so-called generation gap! Arguing with my mother has long been a common occurrence. Although it's my fault, I won't willingly say "sorry" in front of my mother, so my mother "gave in" to me. I often say things that hurt my mother, but she must be bleeding for my "stupid" daughter's words.
In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale, and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this always coming to my mother? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes, and I regretted it. ...
I thought deeply about the dark night sky for a long time. Mother's love is like a vast sea, like a vast universe, boundless. Like a rushing river, it never stops. Because maternal love is boundless, my mother in my heart, at this moment, my daughter has a lot to say to you. ...
It's good to have a mother.
At noon today, I experienced the hardship of my mother washing clothes. I can't help but think of Meng Jiao's famous sentence: "But an inch of grass is worth three times.". Yes, only by personally experiencing the truth can I deeply understand the profound meaning, just like a general who has never been on the battlefield is always an armchair strategist; There is no eagle fighting to death, it will always be just a decoration in the sky; Children who grow up without suffering will always be kites in their parents' hands.
I went out to buy food, because I ran on the road, so my pants were covered with odds and ends of mud. When I got home, I carefully wiped the dirty spots with fat silk, and then rubbed them with my hands, not daring to slack off. After taking a shower, I feel sore in my arm. At this time, I want to throw my clothes into the washing machine and wring them dry! But I have a strong belief in my heart, and the belief I want to experience tells me not to do this, or I will regret it. So I gritted my teeth and endured terrible pain. I'm almost finished, but fate likes to play tricks on those who don't give up. A few die-hard fans just don't want to leave my almost snow-white pants. I became angry from embarrassment and dipped my brush in fat, which made fat silk splash everywhere. I took out "84 disinfectant" from the closet and poured it on it carefully, then dipped it in this muddy yellow liquid with a brush and brushed the surface of my pants. Slowly, "die-hard" finally bowed to his knees and looked at this "silver-wrapped trophy". I smiled happily.
I will never forget the incarnation of today. Experience is a top education method, which I think is no less than MBA education method. Experience is the best teacher in life. It will surpass any form of preaching and bring us the best enlightenment.
It's good to have a mother! When we have it, we must learn to cherish it. It is our mother who gave us life. Let's do our best to repay our mother. "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures-only mothers are good in the world, and children without mothers are like grass-"Let us love those children who have lost their mothers and let them feel the true feelings in the world. The experience of washing clothes made me understand the fatigue and hard work of mothers.
Mother's love
Mother's smile is the most harmonious spring breeze in the world; Mother's wrinkles are the scars of hard years; Mother's sweat and tears are the most precious pearls in the world; My mother's portrait is a symbol of courage and tenacity, and it is a portrait of a brave person. My mother is a great woman who is kind, firm, brave and hardworking.
When I was a child, our family was not rich. The life of four people in the family depends entirely on the father's small business as a driver and the mother's small business as a pharmacist. Mother keeps the house diligently and manages the income and expenditure of the family in an orderly way. The economy is very stable and there are few financial difficulties.
When I was in primary school, my mother asked me to take part in badminton team training. Because of the heavy homework, my relationship with my mother gradually faded, and sometimes even made a mess of my mother. But my mother never complained, but she still worried about me silently. Whenever I make some achievements, I always hear my mother's encouragement. When I encounter setbacks in my life, my mother always patiently guides me to overcome difficulties. My mother has made every effort for me.
That day, when I asked my mother to mend my unbuttoned clothes, she was knitting a sweater under the lamp. I suddenly found that my mother's face is so kind and peaceful, and the wrinkles on her face can't hide her pure and kind nature and serenity and tolerance, but also set off her dedication, sacrifice and dedication to me over the years. I can't help thinking of a nursery rhyme: "the sky is falling, and my mother is supporting me;" When it rains, there is a mother. Mom is the strongest pillar, and we are the happiest children. "Before all my bad behavior to my mother, between this lightning and stone fire, came back to my mind. I feel deeply sorry for my mother, but I don't know when my clothes were taken away by my mother.
Once upon a time, there was a man who traveled around the world looking for the most beautiful things in the world. Later, he finally understood that "home" is the most beautiful. Nowadays, people try their best to spend a lot of money to collect famous paintings as gifts. Have you ever thought that the most beautiful portrait in the world is actually in everyone's own home? Your mother may be plain, but her brilliance is enough to overshadow all the famous paintings in the world.
I was moved by my mother's kindness and selflessness, and her love will never be forgotten!
The taste of maternal love
My mother didn't know from which hateful newspaper that eating Lycium barbarum buds was good for her eyesight, so I immediately set off a "Lycium barbarum fever" at home in lightning speed.
If it is any ordinary dish, it is nothing, but it is as bitter as Coptis chinensis; If you can put some sugar in this thing, it will be fine, but mom says it will be better without sugar. It's nothing to eat this thing once in a while, but my mother said again that I should eat it every day, every month and every year like taking medicine!
A bowl of medlar bud noodles in the morning, a bowl of medlar bud soup at noon, and a bowl of fried medlar buds at night, the more you eat, the more disgusting you are. As soon as I saw the wolfberry bud, I wanted to go up and crush it.
Today, my mother accompanied me to eat Chinese wolfberry buds. She ate more than me. Watching her eat with relish, I couldn't help asking, "Why do you love this food so much?" Mother twisted her eyebrows, swallowed hard, and then took a bite of rice and said, "I don't like it!" " "I was even more puzzled and asked," You don't like eating, but you still eat so much? ""I'm just afraid I won't set an example, so you should give me your advice, "my mother said casually.
Suddenly, as if she realized something, she closed her mouth and said for a long time, "Eating Lycium barbarum buds has many benefits. What is pain? I am not afraid! " ! With that, she picked up a big chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, her brow was not wrinkled, and even a smile appeared on her face, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the world. I froze, my heart thumped, and then everything understood.
I picked up a big chopstick, Lycium barbarum bud, chewed it, and tasted the bitter taste and maternal taste.
Motherly love is a lamp that illuminates my way forward, my soul and the depths of my heart; Motherly love gives me care, life and soul. She's like a movie, a fairy tale ... mom. What a sacred name! It is she who gave us precious life and laid a solid foundation for our growth. Maternal love is selfless. It blew away our growing troubles like a breeze in March. It moistens the chaotic childlike innocence like dew. It is like a sparkling river, and we are the fish and shrimp in the river, playing and struggling freely in the embrace of the river ... It is a sunny afternoon. Seeing my classmates running home with high marks, I was disappointed to see the papers in my hand that were about to fail. I dragged my trembling body home, and my mother's expectant eyes stung my heart. My mother was full of expectations for me, but I got this result. How can I be worthy of my mother? Thinking about it, tears quietly crossed my cheek, and my mother asked lovingly, "What's the matter? Why are you crying? " I didn't go home, and my hand holding the test paper used a little force. My mother had an epiphany when she saw the test paper behind me. "Mom ..." I raised my face full of tears and handed the test paper to my mother guiltily. Tears fell from the rope like beads. Mom took the test paper, and the bright red numbers on the upper right were dazzling, but they didn't shine as expected. Mother gently wiped the tears from my face, and a gentle voice sounded in my ear: "Don't worry, just do better in the next exam." What's it like to cry like this? "Hearing my mother's words, my thin body trembled slightly. I didn't expect my mother to spare me so easily and didn't scold me sharply ... "Thank you, Mom! ""I looked at my mother, and the tears in my eyes were no longer full of sadness, but an emotion called love. I gently pulled the test paper back with my hand and confidently said to my mother, "Mom, I'm going to review!" " Be sure to behave well next time! Respond to my mother with a smile brighter than the sun. Mom saw it, and the corners of her mouth also evoked a smile as pure as a mirror. I picked up my schoolbag and rushed into the room and galloped away. My mother's encouraging words kept ringing in my ears. In the flickering light, a small figure flashed through emotions I had never seen before. Motherly love is a ray of bright sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is a gurgling spring, which makes your emotions pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.