On the cold night of the twelfth month, under the dim street lamp, my mother sat alone on the side of the road with her back to the window, and her hair was covered with glittering snowflakes, as if she had aged a lot in an instant. It was the first snow that winter. The weather is getting colder and colder, and it is biting cold to walk in the street during the day. I am extremely well armed by my mother, with thick down jacket, beautiful hat and exquisite gloves. I like snow and its purity. Every time it snows, I will lie in the snow and feel the rare purity of this society. My mother sat on the balcony, watching me lying in the snow and smiling kindly at me. This is my happiest moment. My mother hates secularism and social injustice as much as I do. When she was a child, she used to lie in the snow and enjoy pure happiness. My mother kept smiling ... when I got home, my mother had cooked a pot of chicken soup and the room smelled of food. My mother said, "Come on, have some soup to keep out the cold." After a warm dinner, I just wanted to study when I entered the room. My mother came into my room and asked me to try on the sweater she knitted for me. The whole dress suits me well, but the cuffs are a little bulky. I said to my mother, "That's good, so I don't have to get dressed." Mother smiled, and then said worriedly, "That won't do. Let's change it!" " ! It's not good if the intake air freezes. "I can't say much, let my mother do it. At this time, the whole community was dark and the power was cut off. I am secretly happy: "Great, there is no need to study tonight." He said worriedly, "What should I do?" No sooner had her mother started talking than she said, "I'm very tired. Let's go to bed early! " "I lie prone on the bed, it's still early to sleep. About an hour later, I heard the sound of closing the door. I ran to my mother's room and found her out. I lay on the windowsill, waiting and waiting, and finally my mother appeared on the road. Snowflakes were still floating, and they were even more crystal clear under the illumination of street lamps. The next scene stunned me. My mother took out the sweater she knitted for me from her pocket, sat under the street lamp and changed clothes one by one on the cold roadside. The next morning, my mother asked me to put on a sweater, but said nothing. I silently accepted everything my mother prepared for me, and then shed tears. Motherly love is really like this, giving silently without asking for anything in return. I will always remember the maternal love on the cuff!
Students, where do we come from? When we hear this question, we will definitely say that our parents brought us into this world. Yes, one day more than ten years ago, our parents greeted us with tears and happy smiles. But from the moment we came into this world, our parents had an extra heavy job-taking care of us. Although the burden was heavy, my parents raised me without complaint. In order to give us a comfortable living environment, they always work so hard and hard. When I was a child, I always took it for granted, because I didn't understand and didn't know the hard work of my parents. Now, when I grow up, I know that I should be considerate of my parents with a grateful heart, and I should take care of and honor my parents. Last Sunday was my sixteenth birthday. On that day, my first thought was to thank my parents, because my parents gave me the opportunity to experience the warmth and coldness of life and enjoy the joy and happiness of life in this colorful world. They gave me life and meticulous care. When children are happy, they are happiest with their parents. When children are depressed, they are most concerned about their parents. As deep as licking calves, the love of parents is as deep as the sea. Therefore, regardless of parents' social status, knowledge level and other qualities, they are our greatest benefactors in this life and people worthy of our love forever. But, classmates, have you ever asked yourself: How much do I care about my parents? Have you noticed your parents' birthdays? There is a folk proverb: children's birthdays, mothers' hard days. On your birthday, have you ever thought about letting your mother be born with the pain of death? Have you ever really blessed your mother? China is an ancient civilization, which has emphasized filial piety since ancient times. Confucius said, "You must know your parents' age. One is happy and the other is afraid. "In other words, parents are healthy and children should always care about them. However, it is reported that this year's sampling survey in a middle school in Beijing shows that nearly 50% of students don't know their parents' birthdays, let alone celebrate their parents' birthdays. Students, maybe a blessing is nothing to yourself, but for parents, it is better than anything and unforgettable, which is enough to make them cry! Filial piety is the foundation of being a man. Only those who know how to be grateful to their parents can be regarded as complete people. Students, let's learn to be grateful to our parents! Treat our parents with a grateful heart and communicate with them with a sincere heart. Don't take it for granted that everything our parents do for us. They brought us to this beautiful world, which is great enough, and they raised us without asking for anything in return. Let's stop asking for their contributions. Gratitude, thank your parents for their bit by bit. Here, I wish all parents in the world health! Happy! ! ! !
"The ancients said that filial piety is the first virtue." Young people grow up day by day, but our mother who raised us with hardships grows old day by day ... Maybe we have never found that our mother who has done so many things for us has no complaints at all. But we waste time day after day. Have you ever wondered, mom, why she comes home late every night? Maybe we think she is eating, drinking and shopping in the market. But in fact, who would have thought that she, our great mother, worked for us to earn money every night in the moonlight and dim light, for what? It's all to make us live a better life! I don't want us to go back to the bitter days they once lived. I want us to eat and wear warm clothes, study hard and have a good future. Maybe every mother's day you will ask your mother what she wants, but our mother always answers; Kid! You study hard and tell your mother not to worry about you. Maybe a child who understands his mother's heart will be a little touched in his heart! Mom, they just need us not to make her work hard. In our opinion, this trivial requirement is easy and simple. However, once we really do it, every time we send out the report card, it will only make my mother sigh. Is everything they have done in vain? No, they don't think so. They believe that their children will repay her. Students, touch your hearts! Think about those mothers who work for us day and night, think about their mothers who work for us, think about how they work day and night ... Do we bring them a cup of espresso, say a warm word and a basin of foot washing water when they get off work ... Do we know their birthdays and say hello to them on their birthdays! Love is everywhere in the world, but which one is better than maternal love! Motherly love is pure, great, selfless and unparalleled!
The children's song "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like grass" is believed to be familiar to everyone, and it is a very unfortunate thing to lose maternal love. I can't help thinking that many people go astray because they don't have the love of their parents. I feel lucky to write here, because-I have my mother's love. My mother was born in Guling Village, Yangjiang City, and suffered a lot from childhood. Maybe that's why my mother values money! My mother married my father when she was young. It turned out that my mother married my father because her family was poor, there were many children, and the family burden was too heavy. In order to reduce the burden, she married her eldest daughter. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 22. My mother has been caring for me and taking care of me since I cried. No matter in life or study, my mother is still so meticulous to me. Motherly love is like a cool breeze blowing away the heat in my heart. Mother's love is a drop of tears-I was sick, and my mother saw my hot head and shed tears anxiously; Mother's love umbrella-I forgot to bring my umbrella when it rained. My mother gave me an umbrella in the rain. I believe that all mothers love their children selflessly. In the process of growing up, of course, there will be some unpleasant "bumps", and mothers will definitely educate their children. There is one thing that I have been obsessed with, seemingly insignificant, but it has left an indelible mark on my mind. I remember when I was 6 years old, I was playing alone at home and found that there was 1 yuan on my mother's desk, so I went to see it. "Why don't I buy something to eat?" I thought. "But I haven't got my mother's permission yet," I thought again. I am looking at 1 yuan. It seems to be tempting me. It seems to say: Take me shopping. If you go there secretly, no one will know, only God knows you know me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went shopping for dinner. I bought lollipops to eat. It is delicious. It's getting dark and mom is back. Naive and ignorant, not knowing that the crisis is approaching. After dinner, my mother walked into the room and saw the 1 yuan on the table "strangely" missing. She asked, "Who took my 1 yuan?" I became nervous at once. Mother asked again, "Xiaoru, is that you?" At this moment, my heart kept beating. My mother saw my abnormal expression and tortured me to extract a confession. I said, "Not me." Mom said, "Not you? 1 yuan will you go by yourself? As long as you admit it, I may be lenient. " I already know that I have "no choice but to be forced to confess". I nodded, and my mother said loudly, "It was you, so why did you do it?" I said, "Greed." My mother immediately picked up a cane and hit me. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault for not teaching you. If you want money, take it from me. Why did you steal it? " Stealing gold when you were young, understand? "The more I cry, the more my mother's heart hurts with my crying." Beating the child hurts the mother. "After I taught my mother a lesson, I went to bed. I don't know why I slept so well tonight. Maybe I'm tired of crying. I saw my mother applying medicine to me in the middle of the night. I also saw my mother's eyes as if she had cried. After this incident, I understand that stealing is wrong, and stealing will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated your mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties.
You and I, how much contact, how much touching, how much understanding, how much tolerance ... You took my hand and came to a magnificent palace. You told me that it was the temple of knowledge; It was you who took my hand and came to a strange world. You said this was our home. It's still you, riding that shabby bike, carrying a little me, sending me to class in the wind and rain, and the rain drops on your face and my heart; You care about me, take care of me and comfort me when I am sick; In the hot summer, bring me tea and water on my desk and buy sorbet ... You say that I am a gift from God, but I feel that you are an angel from God. You and I, once hugged and cried again and again, once smiled at each other with joy again and again, and the emotion that lingered in my heart for a long time warmed my heart countless times. Your love for me is intertwined in my heart, and I will love you forever, dear mother, you and I will always be together ... A familiar melody rings in my ear: "I am heart to heart with you and will always be a family." You and I, that feeling can't be deeply described in words, it's heart to heart. You are the most important person in my life. Because of you, I have you! The past came back to my mind. I used to be fragile, pessimistic and helpless, thinking that no one would value me no matter how good I was. And you said that there is such a flower that grows on the top of the mountain. No one cares about it, but silently bears it and slowly saves it because it believes that the sun will always kiss its face. I asked foolishly, what is that? You said there were snowflakes in it, which was my role model. I asked, is it beautiful? You said, no one has seen it, but it must be beautiful. I am silent. I want to see that flower. Your eyes tell me that only good children can see. Until one day, I found flowers beside me, on me. Suddenly thought of the lyrics "I always wanted to tell you that you gave me unexpected happiness, just like an oasis gave a desert. You will always accompany me, be my root, my wings, and let me fly and have a nest to go back." Me and you, heart to heart ...
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