I always feel that I am growing up day by day, but my mother is getting old day by day; But in my mother's eyes, why am I always a child? How many mornings, my mother got up earlier than the sun and prepared breakfast for me by the fire; How many nights, my mother's hands were soaked in cold water to wash my clothes; How many nights did my mother get up and tuck me in ... I once naively thought that all this was too common, and it seemed natural for my mother to do so. But with the growth of my age, I gradually understand that my mother's seemingly ordinary every move is actually full of infinite love.
I don't want my mother to worry about me, and I don't want her to be * * *, so I have a decision: I will tell my mother by action that my daughter loves her, too. On Sunday morning, there was an incongruous clang of pots and pans in the kitchen. It was the first time that my clumsy daughter secretly got up early to make breakfast for her mother. In the evening, a panting girl struggled to wash clothes in front of the water pipe. It was her delicate daughter who washed her mother's clothes ... On Mother's Day night, I called a basin of hot water to wash my mother's feet, but the footbath was too heavy for me to breathe. I'm shy, and I really don't have the courage to say it.
Is it only by washing your mother's feet that you can express your love? I hesitated. I stopped to have a rest. Suddenly, everything my mother did for me came to my eyes. I was moved inexplicably. If there is a hot spring in your heart, a warm current will flow all over your body.
Yes, my mother loves me very much and can do anything for me. Can't I wash my mother's feet? I finally got up the courage and told my mother that I would wash her feet. Mom smiled.
Happy to say: "My daughter has grown up." I gently took off the basket for my mother, let the water gently overflow every rough toe of my mother, and looked up. My mother smiled, but her eyes were wet ... giving someone a rose, the hand had a lingering fragrance; A basin of warm foot washing water warmed my mother's cold feet and her heart, which made me feel grateful.
2. A composition of about 500 words for washing parents' feet. I have always been dismissive of TV advertisements. And a public service advertisement always moves me. A childlike child saw his mother washing his grandmother's feet in a wheelchair and immediately brought a basin of water from the kitchen. When he walked unsteadily, water splashed on the child's face. Accompanied by the children's voice of "Mom, wash your feet", it was a thousand-year-old filial piety, and the irresistible family warmth quickly wetted my eyes. Sitting in front of the TV, I suddenly remembered not washing my mother's feet, but the scene where my mother warmed my feet when I was a child. Winter in the country is long and cold, and my feet are too cold to sleep at night; Mom saw it and covered my feet with warm palms. After a while, I felt hot all over. To tell the truth, I never thought about washing my parents' feet once. Washing the feet of the elders, such an easy thing, why does the younger generation always disdain it until it is absolutely impossible? How many emotional and cultural symbols are carried by washing parents' feet? I really haven't thought about it in detail before. In the evening, after watching TV, I finally blushed and said to my mother in a voice that almost only I could hear, "Mom, I will wash your feet today ..." I held my mother's rough feet for the first time in the afterlife, and I realized that my mother was a little old. While washing, I remembered the feeling of my soft feet in my mother's warm palm when I was a child. The whole washing process lasted about seven or eight minutes, and I never looked up or spoke. But when I got up to pour water, I stole a look at my mother's face. I could see that she was very excited. As the ancients said, all virtues and filial piety come first. Filial piety is earth-shattering in the endless cultural tradition of the Chinese nation. The essence of filial piety is "love". This beautiful feeling rooted in everyone's heart is worth digging and cultivating.
There is no place in the world that is warmer and kinder than a mother's arms. I always feel that I am growing up day by day, but my mother is getting old day by day; But in my mother's eyes, why am I always a child? How many mornings, my mother got up earlier than the sun and prepared breakfast for me by the fire; How many nights, my mother's hands were soaked in cold water to wash my clothes; How many nights did my mother get up and tuck me in ... I once naively thought that all this was too common, and it seemed natural for my mother to do so. But with the growth of my age, I gradually understand that my mother's seemingly ordinary every move is actually full of infinite love. I don't want my mother to worry about me, and I don't want her to be * * *, so I have a decision: I will tell my mother by action that my daughter loves her, too. On Sunday morning, there was an incongruous clang of pots and pans in the kitchen. It was the first time that my clumsy daughter secretly got up early to make breakfast for her mother. In the evening, a panting girl struggled to wash clothes in front of the water pipe. It was her delicate daughter who washed her mother's clothes ... On Mother's Day night, I called a basin of hot water to wash my mother's feet, but the footbath was too heavy for me to breathe. I'm shy, and I really don't have the courage to say it. Is it only by washing your mother's feet that you can express your love? I hesitated. I stopped to have a rest. Suddenly, everything my mother did for me came to my eyes. I was moved inexplicably. If there is a hot spring in your heart, a warm current will flow all over your body. Yes, my mother loves me very much and can do anything for me. Can't I wash my mother's feet? I finally got up the courage and told my mother that I would wash her feet. Mom smiled. Happy to say: "My daughter has grown up." I gently took off the basket for my mother, let the water gently overflow every rough toe of my mother, and looked up. My mother smiled, but her eyes were wet ... giving someone a rose, the hand had a lingering fragrance; A basin of warm foot washing water warmed my mother's cold feet and her heart, which made me feel grateful.
3. washing dad's feet washing dad's feet is the stinkiest foot in the house. Nobody wants to wash their feet, let alone me. Today, Teacher Zhang asked us to write a composition to express our love for our parents. I chose a theme provided by teacher Zhang-washing my father's feet.
Alas, tomorrow morning is the "deadline day". I have to write this composition quickly! Helpless, I had to smell "smelly". After all, you have to sacrifice to gain.
I ran to the living room and said to my father, "Dad-I want to wash your feet!" " "Dad giggled at this sentence for a long time, and then readily agreed. Hmm? I wonder if he thinks his daughter understands his pains, or is it out of surprise? Before the "battle" began, I was "armed to the teeth", searched all the "ammunition depots" and finally found some "guns and ammunition"-gloves, masks, aprons and deodorant.
I thought I had "enough weapons", so I was ready to "go forward and kill the enemy". After all, I am most afraid of stinking and want to go into battle lightly, but I'm sorry, I can't.
My mother saw me like this and said angrily, "Are you going to be an assassin or to wash your father's feet?" I bowed my head in shame. Mom said, "Do things with speed.
Why don't you lower your head? Why not change and go into battle lightly? Don't keep your father waiting. "
So, I "recovered" under my mother's urging. Finally caught up with the time.
But my father didn't bother me too slowly, so he patiently sat on the stool and read. I felt guilty at once.
"Come on, uh-huh, wash your feet quickly." "Very good."
So, I quickly picked up the wooden basin and quickly put it under the faucet to receive water. "all right."
After I put away the washbasin, I will take off my father's socks. Father said a little embarrassed. "Or ... let me take it off."
"God, it stinks, ohmygod, I really want to throw up." I thought to myself.
But I still pretended to be calm. The environment is too bad, and I regret it a little.
As soon as the smelly "fence door" was opened, all those smelly smells got into my nose, but I still "closed my desire to escape" It was clearly discovered that my father's feet became rough and not so smooth.
I gradually understand that my father's life path is so tortuous, and how much hardship my parents have paid for my study and growth. After a few minutes, I finally helped my father wash his feet.
Looking at my father's aging face, I thought: Is this just the material for my composition? No, he brought my parents closer to me! Dad, I was born purple because I was born prematurely. You will take care of me and love me.
Over time, I have developed a coquetry temper, and I love to get angry easily. I won't listen to a criticism, but I will say impatiently, "Oh dear! I know. " Still going its own way.
Growing up, you never hit me once, but you scolded me when you got angry. I understand how angry you were.
It's hard not to vent a lot of anger. I can tell you my discomfort, but what about you? Your generous shoulders propped up my little world, your generous shoulders propped up this home, and your generous shoulders sheltered me from the wind and rain … I don't know how many things your generous shoulders propped up, but I know your shoulders are broad! I want to take this opportunity to say four words to you: "I love you!" Oh, no, it's three words.
4. How to write a composition when I wash my mother's feet for the first time? In the evening, my mother dragged her tired body back, worked all day, and sat still in her chair at home.
I made my mother a cup of tea and patted her on the shoulder. Mom closed her eyes and enjoyed it.
"Mom, you work too hard. Shall I wash your feet? " "Ah?" Mom opened her eyes and waited for me, as if she didn't believe her ears. I said firmly, "Mom, I will help you wash your feet today."
As soon as she heard this, she quickly avoided: "No, no, no, this is impossible. My feet are dirty, I'd better wash them myself! " Say, get up? "No, Mom, I must wash it for you today!" I put my mother back in the chair. "When I was a child, how many times did you wash my feet? What does it matter if I wash your feet now? " Mom just sat down calmly. I picked up a basin of water, measured the water temperature, squatted down and put the basin at my mother's feet.
I rolled up my sleeves first, and then rolled up my mother's trouser legs. There was a lot of dust on her trouser legs, and then I took off her shoes, and an unpleasant smell came to my nose. I couldn't help feeling sick and subconsciously holding my nose.
Mom won't let me wash it anyway. She quickly bent down, picked up the foot washing cloth and held her feet: "Go away quickly. I told you not to wash it. You are still disobedient! " I think my parents usually take good care of me. Am I intimidated by this little difficulty today? I quickly stopped my mother, reached for a towel and said, "Mom, did you abandon me when you took care of me?" Mom stopped talking. I heard her sigh softly, and then her hand stroked my head gently. I was a little embarrassed. What was even more embarrassing was that she gave me a "beep" kiss on the forehead.
I hung my head and washed it with my heart. Mom's feet are very dry and wrinkled, and calluses are born in some places. They feel thick and hard. Mom, how hard you worked for me! My eyes are a little moist.
The air was filled with moisture, and we didn't speak. We only heard the sound of towels coming out of the water quietly. Mom's feet have been washed. I wrung out the towels and dried them: "Mom, I washed them!" " "I looked up and looked at my mother excitedly.
Mom smiled, but I clearly saw her eyes glowing.
5. Write a composition, "Wash my parents' feet", 400 words, 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. My mother's feet gradually warmed up and the water gradually cooled down after some * * *. I added some hot water and continued to knead. After a while, I wrung out the towel and wiped my mother's feet.
Today, the teacher assigned an assignment: to wash the feet of the elders (parents, grandparents) ...) Most students readily agreed, but some students cried with an "ah" ... It turned out that my mother's feet were big and thick. In winter, my mother's heel will crack a hole, and sometimes it hurts until it bleeds. Touching my mother's feet and carefully stroking those small holes, I asked my mother lovingly, "Does it hurt?"
Mother was jealous, but smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt now, not at all."
My nose is sour and I really want to cry. I have never tried how painful this kind of pain is, just as I have never experienced my mother's hard work and hard work. As a child, I am embarrassed and ashamed.
In contrast, dad's feet are darker, bigger and rougher. It feels like a barb. It will hook my hand and my heart. How much dust, bumps and mud these feet have trampled on for me and my family. Dad looked at me silently, and the vicissitudes of the past were revealed on that face.
"Dad, you have worked hard!"
"Which have parents not hard? You will know the taste when you grow up. "
Pour out the foot washing water and everyone's diaphragm. I use a heart to bring everyone closer. I love my parents, and my parents love me more.
I feel very uncomfortable. My parents are old. There are a few silver wires in their hair, traces of years are engraved on their foreheads, and there are thick cocoons under their feet. They are all tired of running around for us. We are sinners and the chief culprit in their later years. We should be responsible for our crimes. What we can do is try our best to help our parents do what they can. Time is cruel and affectionate. We must love our parents. There was nothing you could do at that time, so from now on, start with small things, feel your parents' love with your heart, and repay your parents with love!
6. Who can write a composition that I washed my mother's feet? Everyone has a great mother.
However, in this world, many people naturally accept the selfless love given by their mothers, but there are so few great sons who can know how to repay maternal love. In order to let us learn to be grateful and repay kindness, today, the teacher assigned us a special assignment: washing our parents' feet.
I feel guilty because I haven't washed my parents' feet once since I was so big. When I got home, I saw my mother cooking for me.
It was sultry in the kitchen, and my mother was sweating profusely, and a few locks of hair stuck to her forehead. I leaned against the door to see my mother, and suddenly I felt a little sour.
My mother turned to look at me and said, "What are you doing standing here? Come on, do your homework first. Dinner will be ready soon. I also made your favorite fried shrimp! " "I said to my mother," Mom, are you tired? "Come, I'll wash your feet." "Hey, why are you so good today? You didn't do anything bad outside, did you? " "No, mom.
The homework assigned by the teacher today is to wash parents' feet. ""If only the teacher would assign such homework every day. "
Mom joked. I was silent, yes, my mother gave me countless love.
How hard she has worked for this family! In the morning, I cook delicious meals for the whole family. In the evening, I wash clothes, cook, clean the room, wash clothes, and wipe the floor for us ... I work hard in the unit during the day and go to work after school in the wind and rain ... Although she did not make great achievements that made the world cry in the disaster, she silently and selflessly dedicated her maternal love in her life. She broke her heart for me and this family.
Sadly, I found that the old man has made my mother grow old. But once upon a time, I thought about repaying my mother just in case? "What's the matter, Pippi?" "Nothing."
I answered. So I made a pot of warm water and put it at my mother's feet.
Gently lift mom's feet, take off her socks and put them in the water. I asked my mother, "Is the water temperature ok?" "Not bad."
Looking at my mother, I'm glad she's still young. I carefully washed my mother's feet and gently rubbed, washed and rubbed ... My mother smiled and I smiled ... The most beautiful thing in the sky is the rainbow, and the most beautiful thing on the ground is maternal love.
7. Composition: After reading "Washing Mother's Feet", I feel about the second grade of primary school. I read an article entitled "Washing Mother's Foot" this evening. The main content of the article is: once, my mother came back and lay in bed without a smile on her face. "I" thought: those naughty boys must have made my mother nervous, so "I" played some warm water to help her wash her feet. I think we should learn to grow up and not burden our parents. We should learn to stand on our own feet and take care of ourselves, which can reduce the burden on our parents. Every day, parents have a lot of unhappy things at work. When you get home, you should give your parents a happy and carefree "paradise" so that they will not be too tired.