One day, in physical education class, I accidentally sprained my foot while running. At the moment I landed, my feet hurt like heart-wrenching pain. I endured the pain and insisted on running the whole course. When I got home, my mother found my feet swollen and limping. She took me to the hospital. After the doctor diagnosed, I found that I had cartilage in the heel of my left foot and could not exert myself for two weeks.
Hearing this, I was in tears. Because my classroom is on the fifth floor, I can't use my feet hard. How do I get to school? My mother read my mind and comforted me by saying, "Don't worry, my mother will take you to the classroom every day."
When I went to school the next day, my mother helped me walk and finally came to school. But I was worried as soon as I went up the stairs. How should I get up? My mother came up to me, crouched down and said, "You sprained your ankle. It must be very painful. I'll carry you. " "This how line? I am so heavy that you can't carry me. " Without saying anything, my mother picked me up and went up. I have never counted how many stairs there are on the fifth floor, and I have never found it difficult to take the stairs, but the stairs on the fifth floor are so long today. Mother carried me on her back and held the railing, struggling to walk up step by step.
Every step of my mother's life is so difficult. After only a few steps, I was out of breath. Sweat oozed from his forehead, his nose was sour and his eyes were red. I repeatedly begged my mother to put me down and let me go by myself. My mother refused to say anything and insisted on carrying me upstairs. By the time I got to the classroom, my mother was already sweating and her clothes were all wet. Looking at my mother's tired figure, I couldn't help crying.
My mother's love is selfless, and I will never forget her love for me.
I live in a warm, harmonious and happy family. My parents like me very much and love me very much, especially my mother. My mother works in a bank, in charge of personnel and education. She has a lot of business and is very busy. Nevertheless, my mother will personally send me to school every day, dress me, tie my shoelaces, pack my schoolbag, fill my meals and wash my socks ... In short, my life is represented by my mother. I want to declare that it's not that I won't do it, but that my mother doesn't believe me and keeps saying that I am a child. What my mother asks of me is that I should study hard. But, mom, I want to tell you ...
I remember once, I planned to learn English after school. It happened that my father was on a business trip and your company was busy, so I went to the English school by myself. Afterwards, I thought I would get your praise and praise when I grew up, but what I got was your severe reprimand; Another time, our class ran the physical education class 50-meter race. I was good at sprinting, but my shoelace suddenly opened before the game. Because you usually do it for me, I can't even tie my shoelaces, and I'm too embarrassed to ask my teachers and classmates for help. As a result, I came last. ...
In daily life, I go to wash dishes, and you say I am still young; I wash socks, and you say I can't clean them. I help you clean your room, and you call me a troublemaker. Mom, I am 9 years old and a sophomore. I am no longer a toddler. At the beginning of the new semester, with my efforts, you finally promised that I could go to school by myself, but you still have to stand on the balcony and look at me every day, open the window and tell me, "Don't play on the road, pay attention to the car and go well."
My good mother, I know you love me deeply, but you should let me learn to do things and take care of myself, because I will eventually grow up, go to school and work outside. I'm really worried that you can't stand it then, and I'm more worried about whether I can live alone.
Mom-I want to tell you that your hobby is very heavy.
Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.
In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.
I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."
Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolded me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears. ...
After this incident, I understand that lying is wrong, and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my 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. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless.
Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love.
Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. When I take a closer look, there are still some wrinkles on my forehead. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for me. She gave me too much.
Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.
It is said that maternal love is the most precious feeling in the world, but I think maternal love is not only the gentle smile, meticulous care and touching love of the mother, but also the love that the mother usually nurtures and strictly teaches us.
One afternoon, I just came home from school and did my homework. Maybe I was distracted, and I really wanted to read a book in the middle of reading. I crept out of the room: my mother was preparing lessons in the room. I was secretly pleased and smiled: Haha, she can't control me this time! You can "party"! I walked gently to the bookcase, quietly opened the door of the bookcase and took the book I wanted to read most. I sat at my desk, read a few pages first, and then stuffed them into the gap between the desk and the cupboard. Then, I pretended as if nothing had happened and did my homework absently for a while. I secretly looked around, then quietly took out my book and read it hungrily. But I don't know, my mother just came out of the study at this time and just saw me reading in my room. She probably didn't believe her eyes, so she took a closer look. Now, the fox's tail can't hide. At first I made some lame excuses, but my mother caught me at once. Mom is very angry, and I'm like an ant on hot bricks. There is no good fruit to eat this time. I thought to myself. But my mother doesn't seem angry. I even think there is a trace of sadness in her eyes. Mother took the book without saying a word. I had to bury myself in the pile of books and chew the words again, but there seemed to be something in my heart that could not be put down. I hesitated, tore off a square piece of paper from the back of the exercise book, scribbled something, and then hesitated whether to give it to my mother. When mother saw it, her locked brow relaxed. She also wrote something on the note and gave it to me. It turned out that I wrote a letter of guarantee, and my mother left a message below: "It doesn't matter. It can't be like this anymore. " I looked up at my mother. She looked at me kindly, as if tears were shining in her eyes.
The autumn wind blows. The fallen leaves sadly left their long-term home. That golden autumn night, my mother gave me the truest love, which has been shining in my colorful memories.