Since childhood, we have enjoyed countless loves and bathed in love every day. I once heard from the older generation that I grew up in a honey pot. I was ignorant at that time, but now I think about it. However, growing up in the sunshine of love every day, I seem to have only learned to enjoy and forgotten how to repay love. Taking advantage of this school filial piety activity, I think: it's time to repay my parents! So I decided to wash my mother's feet once.

My mother washed my feet with very hot water when I was a child. She told me that it can promote blood circulation and is good for the body. I think mom is very tired every day now. Soaking her feet with hot water will definitely give her a good sleep. So, I put a big pot of hot water and sprinkled a lot of dried roses in the water, then peeled pomegranate, washed winter jujube and put it on the coffee table. After everything was ready, I solemnly went to my room and asked my mother.

When mom came out, her mouth immediately Zhang Kaicheng an "O". I could see that she was overjoyed. I pulled her to the sofa and said, "Mom, please enjoy your daughter's service today!" " !

I can't wait to lift my mother's feet and help her take off her socks. Sniff at it! What happened? I actually tore one of my mother's socks in half, half in my hand and the other half stuck to my mother's foot. I looked up at my mother awkwardly, but she smiled kindly and said, "Are you urging me to buy new socks?" ? Yes! I was laughed at by my mother, but at the same time I was shocked: in recent years, because of the rapid growth of my body, my mother was always busy buying me several sets of furniture from clothes and socks to shoes and socks every season. How did she-I think I must pay more attention to my mother in the future.

My hand rubs back and forth on my mother's foot. Mom's feet are white, petite and beautiful. But soon I met the thick calluses on my mother's soles. I held out my thumb and tried to scrape the calluses off my feet with my nails, but the calluses did not move; I tried to press the button, pinched the calluses and asked my mother if it hurt, but she said not to interfere. I gently scratched my mother's paw and asked her if she felt anything. My mother said she didn't feel anything. Ah, mom's feet are no longer delicate, mom's feet are no longer weak. In decades of life, my mother honed a pair of hard and strong feet.

I helped my mother to rub her feet carefully. While watching TV with great interest, my mother ate the fruit I prepared for her with relish and stuffed me with one from time to time. It can be seen that mother has been deeply immersed in the happiness brought by her daughter. Yes, for more than ten years, my mother has washed my feet and rubbed my feet countless times, but my mother has never enjoyed her daughter's love like today! I looked at my mother carefully under the light: although she didn't have white hair, there were many crow's feet in the corner of her eyes and sunken eye sockets-my mother seemed to be much older. These are the traces of time! Seeing me staring at her, my mother reached out and brushed my forehead hair gently and gave me a sweet smile. That smile is a satisfied smile, a happy smile, and a smile full of love.

I came to my senses and asked my mother wittily, "Did you have a good time today? Let me help you wipe your feet! " I didn't expect my mother to make a hullabaloo about and ask my father to bring the camera, saying that I would take this scene as a permanent memorial. I quickly replied: "No need to shoot, today is only the first time, and I will often wash your feet and do housework in the future." Yes, I secretly made up my mind: mom and dad, my daughter has grown up gradually. I will be your good daughter, and I will repay your love for me with practical actions.

Wash mom's feet.

China has emphasized filial piety since ancient times. Confucius said, "You must know your parents' age. One is happy and the other is afraid. "In other words, parents are healthy and children should always care about them.

Every time I look at my mother's tired appearance, I think: My mother is too tired. The newspaper says that soaking feet can relieve fatigue. I might as well help my mother wash her feet to relieve her fatigue! When I was a child, no matter how dirty my feet were, my mother would help me clean them. Now it's time for me to be grateful.

So, I began to prepare for washing my mother's feet. I first boiled a pot of boiling water, brought a footbath and a towel, poured boiling water into the basin, and added some tap water. Then, I sprinkled some toilet water into the basin, and a faint fragrance floated in the steaming foot washing water.

I put a basin of foot washing water in front of my mother and smiled and said to her, "Mom, wash your feet!" " "

Mother's tired face showed surprise: "How did you think of helping her wash her feet?"

"Mom, isn't there a saying in Saint Amethyst that' at the age of nine, you can warm the mat, be filial to your loved ones and do what you should do'. Xiangjiu Huang/kloc-can help his father warm up at the age of 0/8. I am eleven years old. Can't I help you wash your feet? "

"oh? Thank you! " "What are you thankful for?' Only an inch of grass has so much love that it can be rewarded with three spring rays'. I can never repay your kindness. I'm so old, you don't know how many times you washed my feet. What am I this time! " I helped my mother take off her shoes and socks and let her feet soak in the water.

Mom's feet are red with cold and look thin and small. There are some thick and hard calluses on the soles of her feet, and several nails are gray. I hold my mother's feet, carefully rubbing them from top to bottom with a towel and rubbing them with my hands. After a massage, my mother's feet gradually warmed up and the water gradually cooled down. I added some hot water and continued to knead. After a while, I wrung out the towel and wiped my mother's feet.

Mom and dad are very kind to me, and I will never pay off this debt! I can only be a conscientious person in peacetime, seize every opportunity, care about them and repay them with my own practical actions-often chatting with the elderly and often helping my parents do some housework. These emotional rewards, for me, are within my power, and compared with what adults pay me, they are too thin and small.

I wash my mother's feet

Wang Tao

Every time I go back to my hometown to visit my parents, I always want to do housework, but my mother always refuses. But the more I do, the more guilty I feel.

I still clearly remember the story that happened on that winter night five years ago.

Visiting relatives and going home, I feel guilty when I see my mother. Working outside for more than ten years, I seldom go home, and I have never been filial, even if I just help my mother wash the dishes. I tried to do some work several times, but my mother wouldn't let me do it. She said, I'm not old yet. I'm as strong as a cucumber. I know, that's because my mother loves me. But the more so, the less secure I feel.

That day, I went home. After dinner, my mother cleaned up the kitchen and brought me a basin of foot washing water. "I'm tired after two days on the train. Let's burn my feet. " Looking at the steaming water in front of me, I thought of myself as my eldest son. Often on the grounds of busy work, I only send two yuan home every year, and I have never done my duty as a son. As for me, I seldom go home once a year, and my mother even carries foot washing water for my son. At the thought of this, a sense of self-blame suddenly welled up in my mind. At that time, I felt very uncomfortable. I'm in my thirties, and I can't let my mother wait on me! My mother was very angry when she saw me sitting motionless on the bed. "You just left home for a few years, and then you didn't listen to your mother. Mom will help you wash it. Come, take off your shoes and socks! "

"No, Mom, today, I will wash your feet!" Guilty, first offered to wash my mother's feet.

Mother looked up, first surprised, and then smiled. "Son, you don't have to wash my feet. Mom will do it herself in the future. And hot water. I just want to talk to you. "

"Have a plenty of time. I'll talk to you for a long time after you wash your feet! " I put the washing water at my mother's feet and said to her, "Mom, wash your feet!" " "

"I don't wash, I don't wash." Mother seems very restrained.

"Mom, sit still and let your son wash your feet once!" I took off my mother's shoes and socks by force.

"Mom's feet stink. I often don't wash them. Don't wash it for me! " Mother looked embarrassed.

Indeed, my mother's feet stink. She usually doesn't wash her feet at home. As soon as she takes off her shoes and socks, she will have a pungent smell of sweaty feet.

I was anxious when I saw my mother put her feet back and didn't want to wash them. "Mom, when I was a child, I pulled a shit on you. I walked over. Don't you think it stinks? " Now that you have raised your son, it is appropriate for him to wash you once. Mom, please! If you don't let me wash it, I won't come back to see you! "

My mother stopped talking when she saw that she couldn't beat me. She smiled and finally put out her foot.

I held my mother's thin feet, put them in a warm footbath, and gently rubbed her thin feet, and a thick layer of sludge fell. The hard, thick and cracked calluses on my heels hurt my hands and my heart even more. These feet have gone through 57 years of ups and downs, ravines and ridges, stepping on the land of my hometown, and coming all the way from hardships ... I think of my mother's strength, diligence, running around and thinking of too many past events.

After washing my feet, I found that my mother's toenails were too long and there was a lot of black dirt in them. I said, "Mom, shall I cut your toenails?" "No, no, I'll cut it myself." Mom said. "Mom, your eyes are blurred. I'd better cut them for you."

I sat by the bed, holding my mother's feet. Because I haven't cut my nails for a long time, the scale in my nails is so thick that I can't wash it off. My nails are so thick and hard that I can only cut them bit by bit from the side with nail clippers. Some nails have grown into the flesh, so I can only cut them gently from left to right, and there is a crack on the back of my hand. I quickly stopped and looked up. My mother is crying.

"Mom, does it hurt?" "It doesn't hurt." "Then why are you crying?" "I am happy!" Mother wiped her tears hard. "Now, there are many children in our village who don't honor their parents. They think my father is dirty and my mother is old, but my son doesn't think my feet stink. He washed my feet and cut my nails. Do you think I can be unhappy? "

My nose was sore when my mother said this with red eyes. The son washed his mother's feet once, and the mother was moved to tears.

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