All the glory and pride in the world come from father and mother.

Late at night, everything is silent, except for the bright moon and stars hanging high in the sky, covering everything with a warm quilt.

I lay lazily on the bed and fell asleep. Dad said he wanted to lower the curtains, but the curtains were broken. They were pulled very high and could not be lowered. The moonlight came in and was somewhat bright. My father is a doctor. He said that too much light will affect sleep and the brain. I said it was okay and I could fall asleep. In order to let me go to bed early, my father closed the door for me and left. The curtains were still hung high.

More than an hour passed, and I guessed it was already 12 o'clock. Maybe it was because the moonlight was too bright, and I drank some tea in the morning, tossed and turned in bed, couldn't sleep, and lay quietly, looking at The moonlight shining through is really pleasant. Suddenly, there was a very small "click" sound, the door slowly opened, and a beam of light came in - it was Dad! I was afraid that he would know that I was still awake at such a late hour, so I quickly rolled up the quilt and pretended to be asleep. With my eyes dazed, I could still see that he was holding a screwdriver, pliers, and a small bag of screws. For fear of waking me up, he took off his slippers and looked at how I was sleeping. Then he tiptoed and slowly walked to the curtain. He gently placed various tools on my desk and moved them slowly. Get a stool, then stand on it, get all kinds of tools in hand - Dad starts repairing the curtains. Under the bright moonlight, he repaired it very seriously, concentrating on it, and trying not to make a sound. As he repaired, he turned his head to see if I had been awakened. He paid attention to every detail, although his movements were not very skillful. , but he tried his best. My father is nearly 40 years old, and every movement seems very difficult. He bends down and lowers his head, and he is no longer as flexible as before. Soon, the curtains were repaired. Dad gently got down from the stool and gently pulled down the curtains. The curtains blocked the light, making the room darker and more comfortable.

Dad picked up the tools, stood on tiptoe and slowly opened the door, and was about to go out. The moment he opened the door, a burst of light came in again. My bed was very close to the door. In my eyes, I clearly saw my father’s bloodshot eyes, haggard face, and tired figure...

I turned my head and buried my head in the quilt. , the power of father's love made me burst into tears...

Maternal love is pure; maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love only knows how to give without asking for anything in return.

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter stove, giving you comfort in the harsh winter Create warm sunshine in it.

In a daze, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, that was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that was my mother who was happy for my study and progress.

Thinking back carefully, when was the day in my life when my mother was missing again? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a helpless little bird, my mother opens her broad arms and gives me the breath of warmth and love.

Once we had an injection in school, and I fainted with blood. It was noon at that time. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without saying a word and without even eating lunch. She carried me to the doctor on her back. Later, my mother asked for leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother was very sad. I didn’t know why, but I also felt a little sad.

Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, my mouth was watering before I even ate. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece with fewer seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the melon flesh is not very sweet.

But maternal love can be harsh sometimes. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. After returning home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn’t want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Motherly love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love.

Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs.

Is our mother’s love for us something we can ever repay? Just as "Wandering Son Yin" said: "Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."