Rule number one: Mom grew up with me.
Whenever I am upset, my mother always solves my troubles with warm words: whenever I make mistakes, my mother always instills in me the truth of being a man: whenever I encounter setbacks, my mother always leads me to regain my confidence with a few rays of sunshine ... Every success in my life journey cannot be separated from my mother's guidance.
My mother and I grew up together. My mother stays with me as soon as she is free. We talked about everything and did nothing, and both of us were very happy. At this moment, I feel as if sitting in front of me is a bosom friend. My mother likes playing badminton to keep fit, and at the same time, it also cultivates my interest in sports. I remember the first time I took a badminton racket when I was seven years old. Every ordinary racket is wobbly in my hand, which is as difficult as playing tiger. My mother smiled and came forward to guide me to take the racket. I stared at my little eyes carefully.
After a period of time, I was completely fascinated by badminton, and even more fascinated by my mother's sports knowledge. So I try to learn badminton from my mother. In the process of learning, I experienced fatigue and failure. I was discouraged several times and threw away my racket. But I still picked up the racket and sweated several times with my mother's encouragement. It turns out that I learned tactical cooperation under the guidance of my mother. How many times have I practiced the standard hitting action brilliantly, and how many times have I encouraged my mother with a smile. That old badminton racket also witnessed my mother and I sprinkling Hanshui, which recorded that I gradually learned to be confident, independent and calm.
My mother and I grew up together. On weekends, as long as my stomach is at home, I can always get a call from my mother at work. Every phone call is full of my mother's concern for me. On weekend mornings, I sleep more in bed. "Jingle bells, Jingle bells!" Mom's phone is like a timed alarm clock, which wakes me up from my dream on time. When I answered the phone, my mother's kind words came from the other end of the phone: "Son, are you up?" Did you get dressed? I didn't cook breakfast at home in the morning. You can go to grandpa's house later. Be sure to eat poached eggs and drink more milk, remember! "So in my mother's" nagging "and concerned phone calls, I started a happy day.
My mother and I grew up together. My mother is my teacher and my friend. On the road of my growth, it was my mother who lit up the way forward. In my memory of growing up, I can't get rid of spending good time with my mother. My mother is ordinary and great.
Chapter 2: My mother grew up with me.
"I was chosen! I was chosen! " The good news is that I have passed the selection and will represent Nanjing Children Badminton Team in the 17th Jiangsu Provincial Games held in Changzhou this year. I am so excited to participate in the quadrennial provincial games. I finally understand what my mother said: there is always a reward for giving.
The second grade just started school, and after my parents discussed it, I was sent to the county sports school badminton team. Since then, I have to train for more than two hours every day after school, and I have to train for longer in the afternoon during the winter and summer vacations. Compared with other students, I have much less free time. In the evening, students who finish their homework may watch TV and play games. At this time, when you finish your homework, you should go straight to the stadium, run and jump on the court, swing and smash. Generally, when I go back to school after the summer vacation, some students are very fat or wear glasses. At this time, I am tall and flexible because I insist on training.
In more than three years of training, there are more than a thousand days, my mother should not only do her job well, but also accompany me and take care of me, not only caring about my body, but also my psychology. Probably in the third grade, for a while, the team members who trained together had mastered the skills of double jumping, but I still couldn't jump. At that time, I thought my mother must be very anxious and might criticize me. But my mother said, "criticizing you can't let you master the trick." Let's figure it out together. Other players can learn, so can you! " Ok, let's try one dance today, one more tomorrow and one more the day after tomorrow. Aim first and jump three times in a row! "After a few days, I can really jump three times in a row. Our goal is to jump five or ten times in a row. In less than a month, I caught up with everyone and jumped fifty or sixty times at a time. From then on, I have a little understanding that big goals can be divided into many small goals to achieve step by step.
Don't think that my mother is always so gentle, and sometimes she is very grumpy. During training, the coach will wait in line for the game. When the score falls behind, I will give up on myself and lose the game. Whenever this happens, my mother will fly into a rage. If she doesn't listen to any of my excuses, she will be scolded. She warned me that it doesn't matter if you lose, you can't lose to others, and people should have the spirit of struggle. Slowly, I overcame my cowardice on the court. However, even if you are willing to fight, you may not win. At this time, my mother said that if you want to win, you must rely on strength. The strength on the court is your mastery and application of skills, which depends on the quality of usual training.
This winter vacation, I participated in the Nanjing trials. Through hard competition, I was finally elected as a member of the provincial games. My mother smiled and said to me, "Young man, you should have a goal in your heart, so that you can be motivated!" " "
I want to say to my mother: I have a goal, and you taught me how to achieve it. Thank you, mom!
Chapter 3: My mother grew up with me.
Bing Xin said, "Mom! The storm came, the birds hid in the nest, and the storm came to my heart, so I had to hide in your arms! "
Mother will always be our spiritual harbor.
I still remember you being stretched in the sunset; I still remember that when I was crying, you wiped my tears with your hand; I'll never forget that little lighter in your pocket. ...
Before I was six, I was not afraid of the dark. But one night when I was six years old, a terrible dream made me afraid of the dark. ...
In the dream, the background is a hazy black. I, standing alone on the street corner, crying helplessly. Looking for you I "lost". I'm afraid, afraid of losing you! When I woke up, I cried and begged you, "Mom. Don't you want me? I am a good boy! Mom, you can't leave me ... "
From then on, I was afraid of the dark.
I never told you I was afraid of the dark, but you know my only secret on the night of the coma.
Since then, a small lighter has been occupying a place in your pocket. ...
Now, I have become rebellious when I grow up. But my mother's love for me hasn't changed, just grew up with me. But mom only expresses her love from the smallest things.
You will tell me all my shortcomings, but you will never blame me; You will also tell me all my advantages, but you will never praise me. I know, at the same time, you also told me that people should not be arrogant, but don't feel inferior.
When I go home at night, you will prepare delicious meals for me. Lower your head and watch you bring me tomato and egg soup; In the pale yellow soup, golden eggs and bright red tomatoes float gently in the soup without onions. Because you know, I hate onions, even though you like them very much. ...
Mom, thank you! Thank you for accompanying me through the long journey of thirteen years; Thank you for the small lighter in your pocket; Thank you for making me tomato and egg soup without onions!
And I can only tell you: Mom, I love you!
Chapter four: My mother grew up with me.
"mom! Put aside your troubles and let me sink into your arms. Only you are my soul. " Mom, you are an umbrella that has accompanied me through the ups and downs of 14 years. You are my forever support.
When I was five years old, I was just an ignorant child. I am full of strangeness and curiosity about this world. You were very gentle. You always take care of me in life. Whenever I am sick, it is your busiest time. In the face of naughty ignorance, you always touch my head and never blame me.
10 years old, I was already a sensible teenager. At that time, you were the guiding light on my learning road. Whenever I am upset and depressed because of my unsatisfactory grades, you will always stand in front of me and pat me on the shoulder and say, "Failure is the mother of success." Your encouragement is my confidence and motivation to move forward. And when I make small achievements in my study, you always remind me: "Modesty makes people progress, and pride makes people lag behind."
14 was a little rebellious. I'm already trying to get rid of you. But when I left you, I couldn't help thinking of you, my mother. That time, I hurt my foot. You always told me to protect myself, but I took part in the school 800-meter race behind your back. You're sorry to know that paper can't wrap fire. On the way home, I was afraid to look you in the eye. I notice that your eyes are red. Those hoarse words pierced my heart like arrows. I dare not speak because I know I am wrong. When I got home, I rushed back to my room. I can't support you After a while, you came in without saying anything. You just squatted down, lifted my injured foot and rubbed it slowly. At the moment, I find a little wrinkle in the corner of your eye, and the white hair on your head is silver. You are old, really old, and you are old to me. At this point, tears swirled in her eyes. The sentence that has been in my heart for a long time finally came out: "Mom, I'm sorry." She looked up and smiled. I also gave a burst of laughter. Then we hugged each other tightly.
In the ups and downs of 14, you accompanied me step by step.
Chapter 5: Mom, grow up with me.
Mom, what a good word. My mother is my first teacher, and she grew up with me.
Since I was born, my mother has nursed me with sweet milk; Since I began to learn to speak, my mother has always taken pains to teach me to speak again and again; Since I learned to walk, my mother has always helped me with every step. When I really learned to walk, I accidentally fell down. My mother didn't help me and let me get up alone. Since I can read, my mother has taught me to read. It was my motherland, people and mother who taught me to write. It is my mother who loves my motherland, and it is people who have accompanied me through 10 spring and autumn. I am no longer a baby snuggled up to my mother, but a plump swallow.
Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother will say to me: "Difficulties are like springs, and if you are weak, he will be strong"; Whenever I fail, my mother says to me, "Where there is failure, there is success, and failure is the same as success"; Whenever I am unhappy, it is my mother who helps me even out; Whenever I am successful and proud, my mother says to me, "Proud peacocks can't fly."
With the growth of knowledge, I am faced with the choice of learning methods. At this time, my mother taught me to remember Einstein's famous saying, "Success = hard work+correct learning method+no lying." Mother also said, "A drop of water wears away the stone, but the rope saws off the wood."
My mother grew up with me for 10 years, and she is an excellent and successful psychological counselor. My mother is on my way. As long as my mother is with me, I will become stronger.
Chapter 6: My mother grew up with me.
Mother, a sacred noun; Mother, a great soul; Mothers are role models for children. Mr. Bing Xin once sighed deeply to his mother: Mother! Put aside your troubles and let me sink into your arms. Only you are my peace of mind. Mom, an ordinary mother, has something extraordinary. Mom, a mother who will always accompany her children and watch them grow up quietly.
Mom, I said I didn't look well. Whenever I am sad, she is silent. Draw a smiling face when you are sad, and you will laugh when you smile! As I spoke, I immediately drew a big smiling face on the paper with a pen, and I also drew a round smiling face. After the painting, both of them laughed. I always remember my mother teaching me to smile. Every time I meet a bad day, there will be many interesting smiling faces on the paper. My mother doesn't mind my scrawl, and will encourage me to draw again as always. Mother, accompany me through the frustration of growing up.
Mother, maybe as strict as other mothers. I am not a careful boy. The primary school teacher once said that with a little care, it is possible to get full marks. So I also have the experience of forgetting my homework and writing. When I first entered junior high school, I didn't finish my math homework in time. My teacher gave me a big meal, and I have been thinking about leaving in a hurry. In the dormitory, my mother also called many times, asking me to be careful next time. I hear it in my ears and keep it in my heart. When I go home on weekends, my mother always asks, "Have you finished your homework today? I didn't leave it. " I always check it before answering, "hmm." She was worried that my study would decline, so she took the initiative to ask the teacher if there were any good textbooks and exercises at home. And sometimes I am lazy, and she always glances at me. At that time, my heart was full of embarrassment. My mother is more careful than me and always helps me remember small things. I think she can help me move towards a bright life.
Mom, her eyes are spotted, her hands are covered with this cocoon, and some silver threads are hidden in her hair. Is that my mother under forty? Before, I always snuggled up to you uneasily, hugging you every step of the way. I'm afraid you'll disappear and even sleep with you. I think this warmth goes straight to the atrium. In this way, I will always make you unhappy. After you severely criticized me, you secretly wiped my tears behind your back. I am moved by your familiar figure. You and I wrote down the "love" in life together.
Great mother, only you accompany me through life and grow with me!
Chapter 7: My mother grew up with me.
"Xiaohua also wants to look up and thank the love of spring-but deep kindness makes her finally silent. Mom! Were you that spring? "-Inscription (Yu Bingxin)
My mother was by my side when I was born. The faint scent of jasmine on my moth deeply intoxicated me. Mother put aside her worries and let me sink into her arms. Only she is my soul. That forehead is full of love, and a kiss moistens my young heart.
I am three years old and my mother is by my side. Gently hold my little hand and carefully help me into the kindergarten. Clap your hands with me and read children's songs together. I smiled, like the spring breeze, raising my mother's mouth.
When I was eight years old, my mother was still with me. Tie me a bright red scarf and a blue school badge and take me to school. When I come home from school, there is always a mother waiting at the school gate. Mother handed me a hot egg. The yellow and attractive yolk, Bai Wuxia protein, satisfied my "goo goo" stomach. Looking at my beautiful face, my mother smiled and took out a bottle of hot milk from her pocket. ...
Fourteen. My mother is still with me. Today's mother is not so beautiful, and the wrinkles around her eyes tell the traces of time. The decrepit temple showed her decrepit youth. My mother insisted on sending me to school. Under persuasion, my mother allowed me to walk into school by myself. My mother still cares about me in junior high school. Anyway, in her eyes, I will never grow up But my mother won't hold my hand anymore, and she won't bring me hot milk and eggs. She gave me serious guidance and loving encouragement, which I will never forget. She doesn't want me to be a great talent, she just wants me to be a person who contributes to society. "Success lies in the details." This is the motto she gave me, and it is also my teaching that I remember in my heart. When I come home from school, I can always see my mother doing one housework after another with her calloused hands. I can always see my mother's shadow shining in the light at night. That's her checking my homework. At that moment, my mother would pick up a red pen and help me circle one wrong question after another.
If I reach the age of 20, 30, 40 or even 50, will my mother still be with me? "yes." Mother replied, "I will accompany you all my life." My mother's words touched me too much. Although my mother's love is unrequited love, my mother's youth died because of me. When she is white-haired, I will accompany her and repay my mother with my love.
As time goes by, the chicks will never come back, but the mother's love is eternal. "mom! The wind and rain in the sky came, the birds hid in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts came. I only hide in your arms! " Mom, can you watch this clip? These words were hidden in your heart before I appeared.
Chapter 8: My mother grew up with me.
Grandma Bing Xin once said, "Mom! When the storm comes, the bird hides in its nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I have to hide in your arms. " My mother is a gentle and considerate person, accompanying me in my long life. Although my mother has little knowledge and culture, she has the heart to perceive the world. It is this heart that makes me feel warm and caring, and also makes me grow up happily. My mother has become an indispensable part of my life.
I still remember when I was a child, my mother took me everywhere. In order to make me eat and drink enough, she even worked until my hands and feet blistered, but my mother never complained. She is just trying to make money for our family in obscurity. Because the family conditions were not good when I was a child, and because my father worked in other places and couldn't hire a nanny to look after him, he had to lead me around here every day, so I was very anxious. My mother and I live in a narrow house, which is small but warm. In this way, my mother accompanied me through the first stage of my life.
Later, when I went to school, my mother went to other places because she wanted to earn more money. Once she goes, she will go for two or three years. Without my mother, I grew up under the care of my father, and my mother would occasionally call me to ask about my situation. She said she had a good life elsewhere. Whenever I hear this, my nose will always be sour and my tears will fall like broken pearls. Every time I see other students being picked up by my mother after school, I always look at them with envy, holding hands and walking sweetly. When I got home, I asked my parents when they would come back. Father always said that she would come back soon, but I kept waiting, but I never waited for her. I'm like a duck without a mother. I couldn't find my way home, and I couldn't find my mother, so I cried alone in the pond. However, whenever I cry, I will tell myself strongly that my mother will come back soon. She must be on her way back now. In the days to come, I began to learn to be strong, to be brave, to be tough and to stop tears. Although my mother is away, I have had a good life these years, because I have overcome weakness and cowardice. Mom, she accompanied me through childhood primary school again.
Later, when I grew up, I became a slim little girl. I wanted to cherish my time with my mother more, because there were more and more classes and my mother's work was getting busier and busier, so we spent less and less time together. Although our living environment is very different from before, the warmth has been robbed by half. However, the distance between my mother and me is not that far, because we still have to talk.
In these fourteen years, it was my mother who accompanied me across the mountains of life. She made me strong and made me sensible from ignorance. It was she who made me feel the world. Mother is an indispensable part of my life.