May 13th is Mother's Day, the most unforgettable day in our hearts. This holiday is to praise and glorify our mothers, and to remind us to always remember: to be grateful to our mothers.
Mothers give us the experience of life, we are grateful; mothers make us thrive, we are grateful; mothers give us education and enlightenment, so that we get knowledge and strength, we are grateful; in our lives, there will always be difficulties and twists and turns, it is the mother to give us care and help, we should be more grateful.
Gratitude is a comprehensive expression of one's love, conscience, kindness, responsibility and loyalty. It is hard to imagine that a person who has no filial piety and does not know how to repay his parents, who has no love and does not know how to honor his teachers and classmates, will be able to take up any responsibility for his company and his country in the future. How can a person who doesn't love his country, his family and others do his best to build his country's tomorrow?
The advertisement has written a touching clip of a little boy washing his mother's feet, but in real life, is it possible for every son or daughter to do it? "A drop of water when the spring to pay back" we may sometimes a stranger's little care to remember, but the mother's love is familiar with the blind, too much nagging, or because of some small things on the angry ...... However, the mother is always at the side of the silent support! We, patiently enlighten and educate us, give us support and encouragement.
Mothers are as pure as jade and as delicate as ivory carvings, and the life watered by mother's love is brewing with pure beauty and fragrance. We should have a grateful heart to listen to the end of the mother's nagging, sincere face of the mother's severity, feel the mother's sunny world of the heart ......
Let's start from today, from filial piety to the mother to start, learn to be grateful for it! Let us remember the world's mothers *** with the same birthday, wash your mother's feet once for her, whack her hard-working back, give your mother a warm embrace, a warm blessing, a smile of gratitude it!
On this warm day, I wish all the mothers in the world - Happy Mother's Day! A bouquet of carnations and a sentence of "Mom, you've worked hard" can make a mother's cheeks bloom again with a big smile! Let's give our mothers a little more consideration and care, so that our mothers and our homes will be filled with happiness and harmony, and we will have really grown up!
Here, I would like to quote a poem to end: the child's growth, is the mother's regeneration of hope; the child's failure, is the mother's tears of sorrow; the child's success, is the mother's happy smile. Students, in order to the mother's smile, in order to tomorrow's harvest, let you and I ambition and not say sad!
Mother, I borrowed your strength to stretch out my head
Liberated my self in prison
Mother, I looked at your smiling face and stretched out my hand
Intentionally depicted my current picture
Mother, I borrowed your words to stand up
Cleaned the soul of the night
Mother, I'm the swallow across the sea
I am the swallow across the sea.
You are the nest across the water
Your tearful smiling eyes
tenderized the whole world
After giving our mother a sharp pain, we cried and looked at her smiling eyes, which were the first eyes of our life, and it was the same eyes that kept an eye on us until those eyes could no longer hold up the eyelids.
The first "mom" that we shouted out when we were learning to speak, and the bold words that we made to our mothers when we were young; the kiss that we gave when we were young and pampered; and the occasional greeting that we gave when we grew up, will add a few crow's feet to the corners of our mothers' eyes.
Mothers are easily satisfied, giving the most and taking the least.
I love my mother, and we should all love our mothers.
My mother is a very stubborn woman, as a child I was very worship my mother, then I do not understand the cruelty of time, until later the mother's angles in the pay slowly worn away, I just in her face in the gully slowly read.
When I was very young , as a girl I was not beautiful, wild. After a little older, my mother began to braid my hair
and give me a beautiful princess dress. After packing, my mother always like to pull me to let me look at myself in the mirror, but I only look at the mirror that stands behind me in the face of the proud mother. I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Later, I became a princess from a wild child. There were so many people who spoiled me that my mother's love was a bit inconspicuous. I only remember that at noon if school is late, I will be on the way home to see the twilight in the eyes of anxious mother, when I jumped into her arms, her eyes instantly filled with tenderness. It is the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to take every test very seriously, and to bring back a whole bunch of certificates to my mother every time I missed a period. The tenderness in my mother's eyes at this moment made me secretly say in my heart, "Mom is a gentle, beautiful woman!
Later, I became a big princess from a little princess. I was able to braid my own hair in all kinds of beautiful pigtails and began to think that the clothes my mother bought for me were not nice. But I still lie on my mother's lap in the warm sun and smell the familiar smell of my mother's body, look at my mother's seriousness when she ruffles my hair, listen to my mother's broken words, and lean my head against my mother's somewhat soft thighs, and I have a kind of unspeakable sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a wonderful woman!
Later, I was no longer a princess. I grew up and began to be courted by boys, and when I shyly showed my mother the letters that the boys had written to me, my mother continued to smile gently at me as she stroked my head and gently told me, "All you have at your age is empty promises.
"I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and did not quite understand the meaning of these words. But I could see a few wrinkles creeping into the corners of my mother's delicate eyes on her formerly smooth forehead. I have not been showing off my mother's good skin since then. Because I know, in the mother's proud smile is a lost heart, mother is also just a mortal, she is good beauty.
Later, I could no longer see my mother waiting for me to take off my bag at the courtyard entrance after school every day, and I couldn't hear my mother's soft voice of "Hungry," every day when I was most hungry. I couldn't hear my mother's soft "Are you hungry?" when I was the hungriest, and I couldn't say "Goodnight!" when she came to turn off the light before I went to bed. Since I was already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week, and each time she took away the clothes I had changed into. Mother was a very clean woman, she didn't like to use the washing machine, and every time she washed her clothes I would tag along and play with the bubbles. I sat on the edge of the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared with my roommates the meal that my mother had prepared for me with great care, and my roommates were chattering enviously
My mother had also instructed me to take my change of clothes home with me when I went on vacation tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a strand of hair inside the dish, which was not there in the past, bearing in mind what a careful and diligent good mother my mother was. I pretended to be angry to pull the hair in front of my mother, God knows how much I regret that moment, because I saw my mother's face instantly red murmuring to herself "really careless, really careless ......" I quickly smiled and said "it's mine, I'm teasing you! Mother then breathed a sigh of relief. I hurriedly buried my head to eat, I can not let my mother see my red eyes
, because I saw my mother's eyes a little cloudy is very heartbreaking. It would also hurt my mother if she saw my red eyes. By tomorrow, I will follow my mother around and watch her do the laundry, her smiling face reflected in the century-old well in the house - clear and serene. I continued to play with my bubbles. Playing, I suddenly found that my mother's forehead has seeped out fine beads of sweat, my mother's back is getting more and more bent, the movement of her hands is getting slower and more and more feeble, but she still smiled and spoke softly about the neighborhood, and I never wanted to take the changed clothes home after that time. Every time I faced my mother's scolding
, I always mischievously raised the corners of my mouth and said, "I've grown up!
Later, sitting here, I was about to go to college, and my mother came to pick me up every day for my health. I was better fed than the rest of my classmates, slept better, and lived a carefree life. People who saw me thought I was a junior high school student, and I didn't regret my naiveté because I realized that I could simply live a simple life that my mother looked forward to with her gray hairs and wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, and even the spots that could be seen on her eyes.
This is the first time that I've seen my mother's eyes and her eyes. Although my mother's vision is very different from mine, but I will still be pampered to let my mother to help me buy clothes, buy shoes ...... because I like to see my mother's smile with a slight sense of accomplishment. My mother once said "Mommy likes you to look pretty!" ......
Mother has taught me all the good manners of hospitality since I was a child, sitting, standing ...... and even the posture of chopsticks, my classmates think it is very feudal, but whenever others praise me for my generosity and decency, gentle and elegant when I understand my mother's good intentions, my mother is hoping that her daughter will have a good future. The mother is hoping that her daughter will always be the best in the future.
Mother is really old!
Teeth are old, she can no longer eat like teaching me to eat without showing teeth as gentle chewing and swallowing slowly; ears are old, she was afraid that others could not hear her words so she can no longer teach me to speak softly; legs are old, she gave birth to me because of the feet of eight more and more pronounced, the gait can no longer teach me to be as light ... ... ...But I will not blame her, I will only take more time for her massage, although the bones in her body make my hands ache , but when I see my mother's satisfied smile, all the things outside the world disappeared in an instant.
There have always been two mirrors in my head. One is my mother standing behind me looking in the mirror with pride at the good daughter wearing a beautiful princess dress
with horns and braids; the other is my mother standing in front of me looking in the mirror with happiness at the daughter who is taller than she is, but still pouting her lips mischievously.
Mother, I step out by your moonlight
Through the undulating sea of time
Mother, I look at your face and smile
Telling myself the unchanging faith
......
I love my mother
Love my mother forever. p>Always love my mother.
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In my wallet there is an old black and white photo of an inch and a half. It shows a beautiful young girl standing in the midst of flowers. She is wearing a pair of sandals over a floral skirt, lined with these ordinary sandals, and a light-colored blouse. She also wore a pair of glasses with round lenses. Two braids hung down to her back shoulders. She had a bright and contented smile on her face, and she looked so standard and lovely, so pure and moving. The person in the photo was my mother.
This is a picture of her before she married her father. The first time I saw this photo, I said in a childish voice: "This person is so beautiful, I wonder who it is?" Dad smiled and said, "This is your mom." I was thirteen years old at the time and didn't fully understand. I compared the photo with the mother in front of me and realized that she had really changed. But I wasn't surprised because I knew my mom was a sick person. A strong patient who had been fighting a long battle with her illness.
I would like to say that my family was very poor when I was a child, but not many people would believe me if I said that. Because, most of the people who say this are our older generation, or perhaps a family in the rural mountainous areas. But it is an indisputable fact. Of course, we two sisters are not so poor that we can't eat and wear clothes. Just from the lack of extra money, a dress to wear to the broken out of shape before replacing it, a schoolbag to really can not be used again before buying a new one, from elementary school to junior high school, I have only used three pencil cases, at that time, my father also said that we are very happy, when he was a child going to school, and even a pencil case are not.
However, in such a family, my mother gave us a happy childhood all the same. She never hit us, she occasionally scolded us, when we were particularly disobedient. But not once did she wrong us. She would scold, but the kind of scolding that made sense and left us speechless and unconvinced. Mother never scolded us for our academic performance. Of course, we studied hard. When her spirit was a little better, she would do handicrafts to subsidize the household or knit sweaters for us.
The family's expenses at that time were sustained only by Dad's small salary. My sister and I were still young. My mother would struggle to do some crafts to help supplement the family. I remember when I was in third grade, my dad found some plastic ducks in the neighborhood to make. A package of 20 ducks cost only 15 cents per package. Each duck has to go through a number of troublesome procedures: to install two wings, two duck feet, to install the duck's beak, the mouth with a whistle, whistle front head to install an air balloon. Before the balloons are mounted, they have to be pumped one by one with an air cylinder, and the bad ones are picked out and thrown away. Then put the two sides of the body together, and then considered complete. Do like to repeat 20, and then the 20 ducks into a film bag, bag mouth with staples on three nails. All of this for 15 cents. But my mother was happy to do it. As long as she could help the family a little, she would work as hard as she could. When there was time, Dad would come and help too. When we finished our homework, we came to do it too. The whole family gathered around a pile of plastic and did it together, which, now that I think about it, was a lot of fun. It just didn't seem that way at the time.
When I was a child, my mother knitted the sweaters that kept the family warm in the winter. Every day when she was a little better, she would try to find time to knit up a sweater. My father's long-sleeved white wool sweater, my sister's and mine, and a blue and white long-sleeved sweater. When I was a child, I was very afraid of the cold, and in the winter, I had several sweaters on my body, from inside to outside, and none of them did not come from my mother's hands. I remember once I saw my mother knitting a sweater again, and I realized that the wool was very big, but it didn't look like it was knitted for my father. I couldn't help but ask, "Who is this for?" Mom said it was for me. I wondered, "Can I wear such a big dress?" Mother said softly, "You can't empty it now, but you can wear it later." After a while, she sighed and said, "This is all I can do now. In the future, when I am no longer here, you must know the cold and not freeze." At that time I was still small, just vaguely heard a little string, but did not take it to heart. Unexpectedly, when my mother knitted this sweater, it really became her last product. This is now my only warm card sweater, mother's warmth has been stretched to this moment, this sweater is now wearing my body. I caressed it, there are millions of strands of love in my heart surging ......
Mother only read the third grade. Speaking of this three-year education, there is a reason. At that time, the grandparents' family was poor, and girls did not have the opportunity to study. My grandparents were busy all day long, but they were only able to feed the family. My mother grew up with the responsibility of taking care of my younger brother. When it was time for my uncle to go to school, my uncle was very timid when he was a child. When my mother dropped him off at school, he cried and wouldn't let her go when she was about to go home. Later, in order for my uncle to go to school, the school decided to let the two of them go to school together, and only charge one person's tuition for both of them. This gave mother the opportunity to go to school and study. Mother cherished this opportunity to study. It was only later when my uncle was willing to go to school that the school no longer agreed to let them both pay half tuition. The mother was able to recognize a few words.
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father would always spend a few cents on Saturday to buy a weekend pictorial. After dinner, he and my mom would read it together. My sister and I couldn't read it, so we could only look at the pictures and make guesses, but the desire to read and write had slowly begun to develop in our hearts. This was the influence of our parents. My mother also liked to read the "Classic of Mountains and Seas" bought by my father, which contained many folk tales. My mother would tell it to my sister and me after tea and dinner when she was in better spirits. We were always mesmerized, sometimes anxious to grab the magazine to read, but often get in the hands of a look: white is paper, black and black is paper, it does not know me, I do not know it. My mother would smile and say, "When you go to school, you must read well, and you will be able to read these words in the future."
In addition to newspapers and magazines, my mother also loved to read books, and the memory of my mother holding a book is so profound. My mother told me a lot of stories about the Three Kingdoms, the straw boat lending arrows, the chain of stratagems, the empty city plan, the Battle of Red Cliffs, etc. She only had three years of primary school education, but she was a very good teacher. She only had three years of elementary school education, but she could read a lot of books. Once I asked my mother, "Can you read so many words?" Mother said, "Some I understand, some I don't." "Then what should I do if I can't read it?" Mother said, "If I can't read it, I'll ask the dumb teacher." I wondered, "A mute teacher? Who is the mute teacher?" My mother raised the dictionary in her hand, "The mute teacher is her, and the dictionary is the mute teacher. When I can't read it, I ask her and she tells me the answer." "Oh!" From that time, I learned that the dictionary was the mute teacher, the teacher who couldn't speak. Later, I found out that my mother really did keep her mute teacher by her side from time to time when she was reading a book. She was also always willing to "ask" her teacher for advice.
It was my mother's seriousness in learning that influenced me and made me love reading and writing from a young age. I'm not sure how much I'm going to miss my mother, but I'm really thankful for her. For mother's love, the word gratitude is too light. Mother's love is like a lamp that illuminates my life's journey, and mother's love is like water that nourishes my life's heart.
There is a family photo in the album, the only one. I remember that it was New Year's time, the family was happy, dressed specially to go to the street to take this photo. At that time, I was 6 years old and my sister was 8 years old. In the photo, my father and mother were seated, and my sister was standing on each side. My mother was wearing a light blue dress and my father was wearing a light yellow suit. And the tan dress my sister and I are wearing was hand-sewn by my mother. At the time, these zippered tops were still the new trend. My mother took great pains to ask a friend who was a garment maker to get these two long zippers from somewhere, and it took a long time to make them on the eve of the Chinese New Year. At that time, my sister and I were so happy. We were so proud to wear them.
After the photo was taken, my mother always regretted that her hair was not combed properly and there was a "door frame" on her forehead, which she joked was the gate to hell a few years later. My father hated to hear her say that. Her jokes sounded uncomfortable to us. My mother always hoped to have the opportunity to take another picture. But it never happened. Reality was always so cruel. Nine years after this photo was taken, my mother finally became very ill.
She never went to the hospital and stayed at home for more than a month. During this time, my mother was suffering from the pain of her illness. She was clear that she would die soon, so she always advised me earnestly: "Child, be a person to be a little more peaceful, see things can not be too radical." "My son, think carefully before you say something, so as not to offend anyone." "Child, you have to know that there are people beyond the sky." ...... I know that she is most at ease with me, with extraordinarily high self-esteem and self-righteousness, but still loves to be in the limelight. And then there is the honest, rebellious but dare not speak out sister. Years later, when I repeatedly hit a snag in interpersonal relationships, recalling these words of my mother, it suddenly realized that my mother is how far-sighted, have long predicted my habits. At that moment, I was in tears. My mother is gone, but she still extends her love to this day.
I clearly remember that afternoon, the doctor came out of the room, shook his head at Dad and said, "It's no use. It doesn't look like it's going to make it through the night. Notify your relatives and friends to come over if they can!" When my sister heard that, she immediately cried. Dad furrowed his brows and didn't stretch them for months. That day, many relatives came over to the house, it was just quiet all the time, mother could no longer speak at that time, her eyes moved slightly as she looked at all of us. I still can't forget the look in my mother's eyes. At that time, I did not understand very well, now think of it, that contains a few more reluctant, a few more attached, a few more helpless, a few more regret, a few more attached, a few more expectations ...... mother is a little more than one in the morning to go. At that time, the night is as cold as frost, the "boss" of the aftermath of the repeated requests that we can not in front of her tears, I endured a night. At that time, there was no telephone at home, at dawn, I rode my bicycle to go to my aunt's home to report, and turned a whole hour can not turn aunt's home. My mood at that time was as messy as the road under my feet, and I had no direction, I didn't know where I was going. I remember ten days later, the school midterm examination, the examination of seven subjects, my average score failed! The least actually scored 18 points. That day I received the scores, walking home in a daze, I saw a pair of mothers and daughters walking alongside each other on the road while laughing, I looked out of my mind, wondering why I did not have such an opportunity since I was a child, wondering why my mother had to leave me so early, wondering why the Lord treats me this way. There was so much I couldn't understand.
I lost my mother in this way, and I buried her deep in the deepest part of my heart.
Mother, how to let the world's children admire the word; mother love, how like nursing our growth of the quiet harbor. Mother's love is pure; mother's love is selfless; mother's love is great; mother's love is only know how to give and do not ask for return. Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter furnace, to you in the harsh winter to create a warm heart of sunshine. Children in the world, looking at the gray sideburns of the mother, which one is not bitter to the extreme? Mother to give me love is real, simple, harsh, and sometimes a little poetic. In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother in hard work; I saw a tired figure, that is the mother in the weaving of cold clothes for me; I saw a happy figure, that is the mother in my learning progress and happy. Thinking back carefully, in my life, which day is less of my mother's figure? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother opens her wide arms and gives me warmth and love. Once we had an injection in school and I ended up with bloodsickness. At that time was in the middle of the day, my mother heard, without saying a word, even the noon meal did not eat hurriedly rushed to the school, carry me to the doctor, and then my mother took leave to stay with me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mom was very sad, I don't know why, I also feel a touch of heartache. Another time, my mom and dad and I bought a big watermelon. When we got home, my mouth was watering before I could eat it. After my mom cut the melon, she first gave me a piece with few seeds and sweet flesh. She ate the one with more seeds and not so sweet flesh. But a mother's love can be harsh at times. I have always had the bad habit of being careless. Once I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. When I got home, my mother criticized me severely. But I know that my mother was actually very heartbroken, and she didn't want to scold her son, but it was the only way to motivate me to change my carelessness. Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are mothers with their own love watering flowers and plants, children can not grow up without every drop of love from the mother. Mothers, a lifetime for children escort, silently in the children behind the children for children to guide the direction. Mother's love for us, is we can repay? As the "You Zi Yin" said: "Who said inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine.