This familiar ballad suddenly sounded in my ear. I felt a slight shock in my heart and fell into deep memories. ...
I remember that Saturday and Thursday, I got up early. After breakfast, I sat by the window and did my homework. While the author was writing, I suddenly met a math problem. I reviewed the question several times first, but I couldn't think of a clue. I had to hang my head on the table and chew on writing.
At this time, my amiable good mother seemed to see my mind, left her work behind and walked gently to my side. I thought you would swear, because I didn't attend class or do my homework until my eyes were wet. But you didn't. You just gently stroked my head with your gentle but calloused hands, sat quietly beside me and taught me carefully and patiently. It was not until I understood that there was a gratified smile on your face. Your smile is like a blooming peony flower, so beautiful. Ah! I feel a warm current gushing from my heart.
My good mother not only cares about my study, but also cares about my health!
It happened in the middle of a cold winter month. My father is on a business trip and the neighbors are asleep. The cold wind whistling outside the window is like a devil sneering. I was lying in bed, and suddenly I felt a headache and wanted to throw up. It was dark, as if the whole world had an earthquake. I know I have a high fever. But in the middle of the night, my name is not everyday, and my name is invalid. I had to lie in bed and moan in pain. Just then, my amiable good mother appeared at my bedside. Before you put on your sweater, you grabbed my king's back and shook it, and "knocked" ran downstairs. It is too late. Nobody took me to the hospital. Mom, you are as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. The only way is to take me to the hospital. But my home is 3 kilometers away from the hospital! Mother settled down and made up her mind. Without saying a word, I trudged forward behind my back in the biting cold wind. I think every step you take is so difficult. I heard my mother's heavy breathing. You must be tired. I said weakly, "Mom, I don't need your back. I want to go by myself!" " "But you said," I'm not tired! You are sick and can't walk. "You barely smile. Mom, I'm in my teens, and I've caught up with you. Now you have to take me to the hospital. How ashamed I am. Although it was a cold winter, I saw pearls of sweat hanging on my mother's forehead. After my mother's efforts, I was finally sent to the hospital. The doctor gave me an injection and prescribed medicine, and my mother was relieved. Later, I had to be hospitalized. It was mom who stayed with me all night. When I woke up the next day, I was much better, but I found that your eyes were bloodshot and there were many silver lines on your temples.
My good mother, how much effort you have devoted to me! When I grow up, I will repay you well!