Love is in your fingers.

My mother is 34 years old and can be said to be a middle-aged woman. However, in the eyes of others, she is very young, like a college student, and very weak. Mother is very ordinary, with big eyes, a snub nose and a smart mouth. She is an amiable mother.

My mother takes care of me at home on weekdays, and family chores keep her busy. But recently, my mother took the embroidery job at a nearby embroidery factory and sewed it at home, earning 20 cents for sewing a flower! My mother worked day and night, and her hands were swollen, but in order to find something to do, my mother still took pains to persist. Sometimes I really can't bear to see my mother's tired expression and dare not look at her "plump" hands, so I often struggle to help my mother with housework. But my mother always refuses me. She wants me to concentrate on my studies. She is very willing to do housework. Mother often has a backache, which makes her unable to get out of bed. It's really sad. In those days, the first thing I had to do when I came home from school was to rub my mother's back.

I came home from school that day and saw my mother sewing flowers wholeheartedly there. I put down my schoolbag and walked quickly behind my mother, patting her back with my fist. Mom turned her head and saw her upturned mouth. I know she's smiling. "What a good boy!" Say that finish, she turned back and straightened up for me to beat. I feel that she is so comfortable and full of excitement. I patted her spine gently from top to bottom, hoping to make the blood flow smoothly on her back; Then knock the joint between the ischium and the vertebra to relax the joint. I am very happy to pat my mother gently on the back, so that she will be very comfortable and her daughter will understand her hard work; This makes her comfortable and her daughter understands her pain. After a while, my mother turned around and said, "Come on, my waist doesn't hurt at all. My good daughter is really like a masseuse! " I listened and smiled happily. ...

People often say: "Daughter is mother's little cotton-padded jacket." I said it was a reward for my mother's hard work.