I wash my mother's feet. 1 A mother's love for her children is different, just like a tree loves leaves, and each piece is different. Some mothers love gently, some mothers love severely, and some mothers love silently. I don't understand my mother's love for me either.
When I was only 8 years old, my mother let me go out alone, and every time I went out, it was like an exam. Slowly, I grew up. My sister and I do all the housework at home, and we do our own laundry. I see. My mother wants me to exercise my ability to live independently. My mother's love for me is strict.
When I was in my hometown during the winter vacation last year, I got a lot of pimples because of my acclimatization, and I couldn't sleep because of the itching. Mom is with me, too. I didn't sleep a wink all night. That night, it was very cold and I kept sneezing. "Goo-goo-"At this moment, my disobedient stomach began to make trouble. I said weakly to my mother, "Mom, I'm hungry." Mother listened, climbed out of the warm bed, put on her coat and prepared to go to the kitchen to cook for me. I saw my mother rubbing her hands with cold, and said distressfully, "Mom, I'm not hungry. Don't do this." My mother insisted on cooking dinner for me. After a while, my mother brought me a bowl of steaming noodles and even fed me bite by bite. I fell asleep, but when I woke up, my mother was still stroking my hair with her eyes open ... My mother's love for me was careful and gentle.
My mother's love for me will never stop there, and she loves me in more ways.
I remember one time, we did badly in the Chinese exam, and I was afraid to tell my mother. On the way home, the flowers bowed their heads listlessly, the grass bent with its back to me, and even the birds stopped singing, as if silently accusing me: Look, how badly you did in the exam! My heart is even more uneasy. When I got home, I said to my mother, "Mom, I only got 89 points today." "What? How did you do in the exam? " I thought my mother was going to scold me, and then my mother said, "What's wrong with you?" Is it careless after all? Is it an extracurricular question or an in-class question? Since I didn't do well in the exam this time, I will work hard next time. "In my opinion, my mother's love for me has an inclusive side.
This is my mother. She has many ways to express her love. I love her too!
I wash my mother's feet. My mother is a farmer. She is too ordinary to recognize as soon as she walks into the crowd. My mother made me feel her love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound and delicate. I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.
There are two girls in my family. When my sister was born, my father felt a little hopeful. When another girl came to this home, my father was completely relieved.
When I was about 9- 10 years old, my parents had to fight once or twice a month. I don't know why I am young. When I grew up, when I was 12 years old, when my mother told me, all kinds of resentment and hatred immediately stayed in my heart forever: why am I not a boy?
Although I am not a boy, I don't blame anyone. It's not his fault that dad likes boys, it's my fault. Although I have a father who likes boys, I have a mother who loves me. Mother's love makes me feel the warmth of sunshine, the warmth of spring breeze and the sweetness of clear spring. I remember one time, my mother was ill and couldn't even stand up, let alone cook and do housework.
On the first day, my father came back late and my mother was hungry. I heated the rice, put it on the kang table and ate it with my mother. My mother couldn't even sit up. I helped her to lie down at once. I couldn't bear to see the illness haunting my mother and refusing to leave. I kept quiet when I saw that my mother couldn't eat.
I went to my mother and fed her. My mother saw that I was so sensible, and tears came out of her eyes. I hugged my mother. Only then did I realize how important my mother was in my life.
A few days later, my mother saw me so pitiful that she escaped from the underworld. Mom can cook, but she still can't. My mother fainted after a few steps. When I saw her, she was as weak as grass in the rain, and I cried sadly again.
A few days later, my mother stood up with tenacious will. I also showed a bright smile.
I will study hard in the future and repay my parents when I grow up. Let my father know that girls also have a tenacious side.
Ah! Mother, you are the most beautiful, greatest, noblest and most respectable mother in Shibu!
I wash my mother's feet. Winter is coming, and my mother's feet are very cold. I want to wash my feet for my hardworking mother.
It is said that soaking feet with mugwort leaves has the effect of nourishing qi and blood and eliminating moisture. Then I will wash my mother's feet with wormwood leaf water.
I first made a pot of steaming boiling water, and I touched it. "ah! It's too hot! " I added some cold water to the water and tried to warm it with my hands. "well! Just right! You can put mugwort leaves! " I took a handful of mugwort leaves and scattered them in the water like a fairy. I stirred them and found that the water did not change color. It took me a long time to remember that my mother once told me, "Ai Shui needs to be boiled." I'll pour the basin of water back into the pot and boil it at once.
I walked into my mother's room with hot moxa water and said to her, "Mom, I want to wash your feet!" " ""ah! Why did you help me wash my feet? "Because I want to thank you!" That's good. "I gently rolled up my mother's trouser legs and put my feet in the water. I touched it, and my cold feet were in sharp contrast to the warm moxa water. I remember that my mother got up early every morning and had to take care of her brother. At seven o'clock, she must go to work. I want to do housework and send me to an interest class during the holiday. When I think of normality, I have a lot of trouble. Every time I do my homework, I will dawdle and make my mother furious. " Alas! "I really shouldn't do this. Doing homework is what I should do. I shouldn't drag my feet while doing it. Breakthrough, some water droplets splashed on my face just to pull me back from another world. I wiped my mother's warm feet with a clean and soft towel. After that, I took out a bottle of rose-flavored shower gel and dripped it on my mother's feet. Mother didn't say a word, just smiled at me. I know, her feet are warm. Then, I took out a dry towel to help my mother dry her feet.
Then my mother said to me, "Xiao Deng, my feet are warm, but my heart is warmer, because my baby daughter has grown up and knows how to be grateful."
I wash my mother's feet. Mom, what a nice person. It is said that a mother's love is like the sea and a father's love is like a mountain. In my memory, the person who has paid the most for our family is my mother.
Although my mother has no culture, she has taught me a lot about being a man.
I still remember it was a summer afternoon, and I was sitting in the yard playing. Mom said she was going out to do some shopping and told me to wait at home. I watched my mother take out a lot of money from her bag, and an idea flashed through my mind, stealing money! After my mother left, I sneaked into my mother's bedroom and dug out my mother's bag. I took out a ten-dollar bill. I blushed and looked around nervously to see if anyone had found me. I hurried out of the door and came to my room. I put ten dollars in my piggy bank and then hurried out. After a while, mom came back. I looked at my mother nervously for fear that she would find out that I had stolen her money. I'm sweating with nervousness. Soon, my mother came out and asked me, "Did you steal my money?" I whispered, "Yes." I thought my mother would scold me or give me a good beating, but she didn't. My mother said to me gently, "I stole the money, it doesn't matter." It is important to admit my mistake and correct it. That's the most important thing, you know, the money you take is the hard-earned money of mom and dad. " My face turned red and I said, "Mom, I will definitely correct it. I won't do it again. " That's it. It's over.
My mother, after years of baptism, emerged a few white hairs from her thick black hair, leaving traces of years on her face. Mom's hands have become rough because of us. Whenever I see my mother's busy figure, I can't help crying. My mother works hard day and night for us, getting up early and getting greedy, but we still don't study hard and play all day. If possible, I would like to use my life to keep my mother's youth.
I love my mother, and I hope my mother can stay with me forever and watch me grow up healthily and happily. Mom, I love you forever!
I wash my mother's feet. Is there anyone in your heart who occupies your heart, but you don't know that she is by your side, caring for you, always guarding you silently, and gradually getting used to her existence. -inscription
You occupy an important position in my life. You have been with me since I was a child. I have grown up, and you are old. Time has left scars on your face, and you have no regrets. This is my mother. The person who gave birth to me and raised me.
My mother, who has no beautiful face and is not very rich, can be said to be ordinary and the least dazzling. But it is such a person who gave me a happy childhood and a warm home. Her love is only expressed in dribs and drabs, without words.
"Mom, where are my clothes?" I called in a hurry because I had something urgent to go out. But no one answered me. Mom, she went to grandma's house today and won't be back for a week. I can't help being surprised. When I get used to it, my mother will do that beside me and talk around me all the time. The date with friends is going to be broken. I sat down, silent, thinking about when I got used to my mother's presence, but why I didn't know. When my mother is around, I think she is wordy, and when she is wordy, she becomes a habit.
Have we ever thought about the feelings of mothers and our reaction after their silent efforts? Don't like them We never thought that she was sad after seeing our reaction, but she paid silently for our indifference. But did they say anything? No. They still indulge us blindly.
Mother blushed at the thought. She quickly ran to the living room, picked up the phone and dialed the familiar phone number. "Hello." It's that familiar voice, it's mom's voice. But I couldn't say a word just now. "Hello." A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. "Mom." I shouted in a hoarse voice. "What's the matter?" Asked with concern. I can't help it now. Hang up the phone silently.
In this world, love, friendship and affection will grow old, friendship will change, and only affection will last forever.
Is there anyone who plays an important role in your life? Whether you have it or not, the person I have is my mother. The people who gave birth to me and raised me gave me life. She is not rich, but she gave me a warm home.
"Thank you, Mom."
I wash my mother's feet. My mother is an ordinary office secretary and works hard every day. The heavy work made her breathless. When the work was tense, her mother couldn't even eat a bite of breakfast or even lunch. At the end of the day's work, my mother dragged her tired body home, cooked dinner for me and went to bed.
For a time, although my mother came back to joke with me at night with a smile, I could see her inner exhaustion. I felt sorry for her, so I said to her, "Go out for a few days at the weekend and relax." But my mother smiled and said to me, "It doesn't matter. I'm just a little tired from my last day's work. I'll be fine tomorrow morning. You should do your homework quickly and go to bed early after you finish your homework. " Mom will heat you a glass of milk. I am a little tired today, so I won't study with you. "I replied," oh! I know. "When I returned to my room, I felt very depressed. I thought my mother worked for me all these years from morning till night and never asked me to do anything for her. Now that I am grown up, I should be sensible. I want to do something for my mother. After thinking about it, in addition to academic performance, I have to wash my mother's feet every night. A basin of foot washing water will surely wash away mother's fatigue this day.
At first, my mother disagreed, saying that as long as I study hard, she will be very happy, and learning at this stage is the most important. But my mother couldn't stand my soft grinding and hard foam, and finally agreed to my little request.
But my mother only allows me to bring her foot washing water. She can do other things herself, but occasionally I wash my mother's feet once or twice. Every time I wash my mother's feet, she will touch my head and say, "Thank you, my dear son." I smiled and said, "Mom, you are too tired. You should have a rest!" " "Say that finish, we all laughed and laughed happily. At this moment, I think we are all immersed in sweet and happy affection.
I was inexperienced when I first prepared foot washing water for my mother. It was cold and hot for a while, but now I have experience. It is most comfortable to wash feet with warm water in summer, and it is hotter in spring and autumn. I pour some hot water into the basin every two or three minutes in winter. Mom also said that washing feet is the most relaxing and happiest moment of the day. I am very happy to hear this sentence. Now, I am 15 years old, and my mother's face has left traces of years. I will insist on washing my mother's feet and study hard. When I grow up, I will repay my mother and try my best to make her live a happy life.
I wash my mother's feet. A book about maternal love, let me understand the selfless love of my mother, let me understand that there is no place in the world that is warmer and more cordial than my mother's arms. I always feel that I am growing up day by day, but my mother is getting old day by day; But in my mother's eyes, why am I always a child? How many mornings, my mother got up earlier than the sun and prepared breakfast for me in the kitchen; How many nights, my mother's hands were soaked in cold water to wash my clothes. How many nights does my mother get up and tuck me in? ...
Maternal love is something that everyone in this world can't fully understand. Including writers, of course. Sometimes, maternal love is hidden in subtle movements. Although you saw it, the persistence of maternal love for a long time made you gradually ignore it. And she is silently glowing, glowing. She can always be your safe haven when you need her most. This is an eternal paradise.
Women's Day is coming, so I want to take this opportunity. I want to repay my mother for her kindness. But I know this is an endless kindness. I haven't washed my mother's feet for a long time. I silently prepared for all this. And my mother seems to have forgotten this holiday that belongs to her. Still doing hard work.
"Mom, will you come here?" I tried to suppress my excitement. Mother said inexplicably, "What are you doing?" . Baby? "I let my mother sit on the bed. I brought a basin of warm water with trepidation. " Mom, let me help you wash your feet! "My mother looked at me in surprise. As if this were not his delicate daughter. Mom turned away. Wipe your tears with your hands. "Thank you, lovely daughter, for having your heart. Mom will be satisfied. It's dirty, so let mom do it herself. "
"no! Today is your Women's Day. This is my first gift to you! Please accept it! " I saw my mother's tears dripping. I helped my mother wash her nails carefully. To my surprise, my mother has many calluses. It must be my mother's "labor" to get up early for me.