One night, I accidentally bit blood from my tongue. I screamed, "Mom! Come and see, my tongue is bleeding." Mom quickly took two bottles of "oral liquid" for me to drink. I would only drink one bottle and asked my mom, "How do you know my tongue won't bleed if I drink two bottles of oral liquid?" "Of course! I'm your mom." Mom laughed. When I woke up the next day, the sores on my tongue were really gone. I asked my mom, "You're not a doctor, so how did it work for you?" Mom said, "I still don't know you, you are heat, plus these days are very late to sleep, on fire, only to bite your tongue."
When I was little, my mom was my home. No matter where I was, as long as my mom was there, my young mind could be quiet. Now, I've grown up, and my mom has poured countless efforts into me, hoping that I will grow into a big tree someday.
One time, my aunt and I went to the Sandy River Department Store to buy shoes. My aunt bought a (pair of) pair of shoes for my cousin, and I asked my aunt to buy a (pair of) pair for me. I looked at each pair of shoes carefully, not knowing which pair to buy. As I walked around, I suddenly saw a pair of one hundred and thirty-eight yuan sneakers. When I got home, my mother asked me where I bought them when she saw my new shoes. I said, "At the Shahe Department Store, one hundred and thirty-eight yuan." My mom said, "Children don't need to spend so much money to buy a pair of shoes, if you want to buy them, buy cheaper ones." In order to punish me, my mom "banned" my pocket money for a year, and took out 138 yuan from my savings and returned it to my aunt. I was a little upset when I lost one hundred and thirty-eight dollars at once. Mom saw (in her eyes) this, said to me: "It's not that mom doesn't have the money to give you, this time just to let you know, you've grown up, do anything, learn to be responsible for their own. This time is to give you a lesson." From then on, I never dared to buy anything at random.
Once, when I was in the second grade, I came to my mom's office and saw many students holding compositions for my mom to see. I asked, "Mom, what is this for?" Mom replied, "They are going to represent the school in an essay contest." I whispered, "Good thing I'm a second grader and don't have to go to any contests." Mom heard me and exclaimed, "Why don't you start writing tonight without having to enter!" I was taken aback, "I don't participate in such a high level competition for a second grader." "What not to participate in, you have to write an essay tonight no matter what!" I was frightened by my mom's power. The night before the competition, I said to my mom, "I don't want to participate." My mom said, "Don't be afraid. It doesn't matter whether you win or not, as long as you try your best." Hearing these words, I was convinced, and finally won the Excellence Award in this year's Nan Ye Cup "Father's Birthday" competition. It was this award that gave me the confidence to participate in this competition. Today, my mother once again accompanied me here to participate in the competition, with my mother's encouragement, I believe that I can do.
When I was young, my mom was my home. When I grow up, my mom is my eternal spring.
Mom, thank you.
The second
I saw on TV that a teacher gave her students the assignment: to go home and wash their mother's feet. Listening to the teacher set a strange task, the students were astonished: usually it is mom to wash our feet, now, we have to wash our mother, how embarrassing, if the classmates know, where to put the face ah! After seeing this, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Is it really "shameful" to wash the feet of your mom who has raised you through thick and thin? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'll be able to do it.
In the evening, when my mother learned that I was going to wash her feet, she was also full of confusion, I do not know what I gourd sold. In my repeated requests, she only half-heartedly. I happily called a large pot of hot water and said to my mom, "Mom, the sweater will be knitted later, soak your feet." I dragged Mom stiffly into a chair and helped her pull up her pant legs and take off her socks. Her legs shivered a little. (Detail) "Mom, is it cold?" "Uh, a little." "Just wait and soak." I soaked my mom's feet in the water and rubbed them vigorously for her, when suddenly she jerked her feet out of the tub as if she had been electrocuted, splashing me all over my face. (Again with the details.) "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "Mom's feet hurt." I looked down carefully and was shocked to see that my mom's feet were covered with numerous frostbite. "Mom, what's wrong?" Mom smiled faintly and said, "When I was little, mom washed your feet and you were always dishonest. Once, mom poured a pot of boiling water, and before she had time to mix the water, the pot was (kicked) knocked over by you (overthrown), and the boiling water was burning on mom's feet. At that time, it was just a few cold days, mom and busy every day to work, did not take it seriously, it was born with frostbite, and every year after that, it was issued ......"
My heart was suddenly like something hit, the corner of my eye wet, mom's words I did not hear the words, I can't imagine that my mother's feet also hide so many stories. I silently held my mom's feet and rubbed them very carefully. Mom's feet with a thick layer of calluses, some places have cracked, soaked in water, although not so harsh, (again, details) but also can be clearly felt. My heart can not help but a sour, indisputable tears came again, dripping in the water basin. I blamed myself for my previous misunderstanding of my mom.
When I was a child, I was happy, my mother and I were inseparable, and I grew up healthily under my mother's care. After school, due to the family's overburden, mom had to leave home and go out to work. When I was young, I saw my classmates being sent in and out by their parents, and I always felt bad. Especially on rainy days, always eager to send umbrellas in the team can find the figure of mom, but every time I always give me disappointment, in my heart, even to my mother to breed a few points of hate. A sense of loss suddenly surged to the heart, and felt that happiness is really far away from me.
Now, looking at mom's feet, I understand everything. In these cold winter months, why did mom ever think of her own painful feet? She is worried about only her daughter, in the daughter to catch up with the knitting sweater. And how could I ever realize my mother's pain that was not understood by her daughter? Unconsciously, the water is a little cold, I hastened to add some boiling water to the basin, holding mom's feet, gently washing, washing with all my heart, in order to wash away the guilt of my heart, the water splash mixed with my tears, splashing in front of my eyes.
I suddenly felt, in this quiet night, the world seems to be only two people I and my mother, a kind of long-lost love in my heart ripples, I can not help but sing a song in my heart: the world is only a mother good, there is a mother's child as a piece of treasure, cast into the mother's arms, happiness can not be enjoyed ......
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