From small to large, many things remain in the depths of memory, warm and beautiful. Living in such a world, I am really happy with the dedication of my classmates, the care of my teachers and the love of my parents. But what I remember most is my parents' love for me. A loving mother made clothes for her wayward son's body with thread in her hand. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. But an inch of grass won three spring flowers. What love it is!

I used to be ignorant because of my parents' tolerance; I used to be naughty because my parents wiped my painful hands; I used to like playing with mud, because my parents washed the mud off my body. In this way, I live in love almost every day

I still remember one time: that day, I got up early, looked at the clear sky and couldn't help but want to go out to play. I went to find my neighbor's sister Xiao Guo. When I arrived at her home, she was absorbed in her study. I said bored, "Sister Xiaoguo, what's good about reading? Come and play with me. " Sister Xiaoguo couldn't stand my coquetry and had to agree. Maybe I slipped and fell into the river, just as my father passed by, and my father finally pulled me up with all his strength. But my father didn't say anything about me and Sister Xiaoguo, only told us to be more vigilant in the future.

I still remember one thing: I finally reached school age, and I went to school happily. Before I left home, my mother shouted, "Don't forget to bring my umbrella, it's raining today." I looked at the sky. It was so clear that I cleverly escaped my mother's eyes and dropped my umbrella. Soon after school at noon, it began to rain. I thought to myself: I really should listen to my mother. My mother said, "Oh, I forgot to take it." On the way home, my mother almost gave me all my umbrellas.

There will always be more than that in the depths of memory. "Children travel thousands of miles, but mothers are worried". Isn't this the embodiment of father's love for mother's love? The love of parents is selfless and great.

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