I am seventeen years old, but I have never looked at my parents carefully. I only know that they are like two worker bees, working nonstop for their children and their lives.

I have been poor since I was a child, almost penniless. My father has been a migrant worker for 20 years. With the growth of our brother and sister, family expenses have gradually increased and the economy has become increasingly tight. But my father still worked hard without regrets. How many mornings, when the rooster crowed, when the first light appeared in the sky, my father took off the moon at one end and the sun at the other. Every month at dusk in Liuding, my father is busy farming and sowing.

My father's poverty is inseparable from my mother's openness and cheerfulness. Whenever there are difficulties at home, my mother always shouts loudly, "Can't live any longer? What are you worried about? People eat dry, and we drink thin. What is the comparison with others? " At this time, only the mother can drive away the melancholy air in the home, and only the mother can dissolve the guilt in the father's heart. Father spends most of his time at work, but his time at home is short, and housework falls more on his weak shoulders. Therefore, in my impression, my mother always has endless work. She thought it was a waste of time to give her a handful of sunflower seeds. He never wears underwear without pockets, in order to put the ridge on the field. The arm is either holding a basket of pig grass or a bundle of firewood. Countless evenings, when Cleisthenes, the calf to be fed, called cows over the village, her mother was still bending over the rice fields to spray drugs, fertilize and pull weeds. The faded shirt is wet on her back ... My mother is another person in the family who brings home the harvest and happiness with muddy water.

Parents are strong in life. They suffer hardships, laugh at poverty and face up to the difficulties and setbacks in life. Although all they have is crops and their children, their diligence, tenacity, persistence and anger, as well as their spirit of self-reliance, are the most precious wealth in my life and the beautiful details I will always cherish in my heart.

I have an ordinary and different mother. She has a chubby figure, a round face, bright eyes under dark and thick eyebrows, and occasionally a pair of glasses on her high nose. What I admire most is the kind of thick eyebrows, which look like a man's decisive but gentle character.

Take recent events as an example! I often see advertisements for various fitness equipment on TV, and the treadmill is the most exciting thing for me. How I wish I had a beautiful treadmill! But on second thought, the machine costs more than 1000 yuan. Can my mother agree to buy it for me? On weekdays, my mother scrimps and saves. I remember that when winter comes, I always wear that dress with worn cuffs, but spending money on me is unambiguous. So, in order to get a treadmill, I anxiously told my mother my dream wish. Unexpectedly, my mother decisively agreed. I am particularly touched. I ran to the room excitedly and thought, "Mom, fight like a deer." Now that I have bought a treadmill, I must exercise seriously to make my "mung bean sprout" figure stronger. I must always help my future parents with my healthy body and strong body. ...

My mother cares about me in every way, and she also has special arrangements for my diet-always thinking about what I like to eat when cooking, which is specially designed for my vegetarian dishes. For example, I eat chicken once a week, steamed broth twice, fish three times and so on. In a word, my father works in the countryside, and my mother should not only take care of my diet and daily life wholeheartedly, but also urge me to read more books. Although my mother has to work on the construction site during the day, although she looks ordinary, in my heart, I think she is the best and most capable, really the first inside and outside.

I am proud to have such a mother, and I am even more gratified that my father has such a wife.