When we are toddlers, who is holding us patiently to prevent us from falling? When we are babbling, who gently teaches and clearly tells us how to read? When we feel sad, who comforts us to send a bunch of warm sunshine in the snow? Yes, they are the indispensable relatives in our life - parents.
I'm sorry for my parents. It is said in the book of songs. Parents are the first teachers in our life. They bring us joy, happiness and love. Perhaps, our life will make and lose many friends, but parents are still around, do our best friends. Perhaps, our life is bumpy, but parents always accompany us, accompany us through difficulties.
Parents are the most selfless devotees in our life. They never ask for a reward from their children. My parents are like this, especially my mother, whose deep love always makes me cry quietly.
It's a night when you can't see your fingers. In the dead of night, the cool wind is blowing gently. You can't see a star in the dark sky. It's more than eight o'clock in the evening. I'm still at my desk, doing my homework by the weak light. I raised my head from my homework, rubbed my sour eyes, looked at my mother, who was embroidering flowers on one side, and said, "Mom, are you still awake? "My mother let out a whisper, put down the embroidery map and needle, and went to the narrow kitchen. 'mom, you are not well. You'd better go to bed early! 'I said to the mother who didn't know what to do in the kitchen, and then I went on with my homework. I was concentrating on my homework, and I didn't notice the thermos that had been put there by the lamp.
'ah Cho --' at about half past eight, a sneeze came from my mother's bedroom. I can't help but look anxiously at the door of my mother's bedroom - is mother OK & hellip; & hellip; near nine o'clock, my homework was finished. I took a deep breath and put my homework away. When I was collecting my homework, I suddenly came across a water bottle. Well, I didn't take the water bottle & hellip; & hellip; I touched the bottle, but the water was still warm. 'Huhu --' the cool wind crept in through the crack of the window, and I couldn't help wrapping my clothes. I picked up the water bottle, opened the cap and drank all the water smoothly. A warm current was flowing in my heart. I got up, took a deep look at my mother's bedroom door, and went to bed.
When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining on me through the window. When I changed my clothes and walked out of the room to see the rich breakfast on the table, the family was empty. A piece of paper was pressed on a plate on the dining table. I picked it up and it said: Huier, mom is out shopping. Breakfast is ready. Remember to eat it. Such a simple and plain line of words made me cry quietly. The sun seems to be more warm, gently and gently shrouded me, into the depths of my heart. When I was born, I cried for the first time; when I was a child, I hobbled and babbled; when I was a little older, I stepped into the campus and entered the long road of study; now, I am about to enter adolescence and become a teenager. When I am sad, you use the gentle touch of the breeze to the dawn to brush away my sadness; when it is cold, you use the warmth of charcoal fire to ice and snow to penetrate into my cold heart; when it is painful, you use the moistening of rain and dew to fresh flowers to moisten all my pain. From small to large, all the time, you are at my side, caring for me, taking care of me, never left. In learning, you encourage me, let me full of confidence. I remember once, I only got 79 points in the test. I seemed to fall into the abyss from the top of the mountain. My heart was filled with confusion and sadness. When I came home with the test paper, I lingered at the door of my house and didn't dare to go in. It took me a long time to summon up the courage to ring the doorbell. When I got home, you always welcomed me with joy. The table was full of food and I ate it carelessly After dinner, with a very low tone to tell you my achievements, you silent for a while and said: 'nothing, failure is the mother of success, as long as you try not to give up, you will always succeed, without a bitter cold, where plum blossom fragrance, this is just a storm, and waiting for you, is a beautiful rainbow. 'a few words, but let me put the taste of failure away. Then, you patiently analyzed the wrong questions for me. Your sweat soaked your cheek and back, and a warm current poured into my heart. Thank you for giving me strength when I needed encouragement most. I still remember, when I was a child, I liked moonlight best, and I loved walking on the path full of moonlight most. In a quiet night, the moonlight is whirling, the moonlight is gentle, you and I walk on the path under the moonlight, I suddenly feel uncomfortable, at first, I don't think so, after a while, my stomach began to ache, see my situation is not good, you don't say a word, back up I ran to the hospital, all the way, you sweat, endure the cold wind, finally arrived at the hospital, you are anxious You can register me and hang me until you make sure I'm safe and sound. At this moment, I'm full of tears. In the dim tears, I see a tall figure, just like the radiance of the moon moistening my heart. Grateful heart, thank you all the way, your kindness, I can't repay, any beautiful language, in front of your love for me appear pale, you bear the pain for me, I can't imagine, your kindness to me, I will never forget. You are not sunshine, you can warm my heart more than sunshine; you are not spring breeze, you can clean my heart more than spring breeze; you are not plum blossom, you are stronger and more beautiful than plum blossom. You are you, my forever mother, a mother worthy of my life's gratitude. Thank you, mother! Thank you, my dear parents. When we were a toddler, who supported us patiently and didn't let us fall? When we are babbling, who gently teaches and clearly tells us how to read? When we feel sad, who comforts us to send a bunch of warm sunshine in the snow? Yes, they are the indispensable relatives in our life - parents. I'm sorry for my parents. It is said in the book of songs. Parents are the first teachers in our life. They bring us joy, happiness and love. Perhaps, our life will make and lose many friends, but parents are still around, do our best friends. Perhaps, our life is bumpy, but parents always accompany us, accompany us through difficulties. Parents are the most selfless devotees in our life. They never ask for a reward from their children. My parents are like this, especially my mother, whose deep love always makes me cry quietly. It's a night when you can't see your fingers. In the dead of night, the cool wind is blowing gently. You can't see a star in the dark sky. It's more than eight o'clock in the evening. I'm still at my desk, doing my homework by the weak light. I raised my head from my homework, rubbed my sour eyes, looked at my mother, who was embroidering flowers on one side, and said, "Mom, are you still awake? "My mother let out a whisper, put down the embroidery map and needle, and went to the narrow kitchen. 'mom, you are not well. You'd better go to bed early! 'I said to the mother who didn't know what to do in the kitchen, and then I went on with my homework. I was concentrating on my homework, and I didn't notice the thermos that had been put there by the lamp. 'ah Cho --' at about half past eight, a sneeze came from my mother's bedroom. I can't help but look anxiously at the door of my mother's bedroom - is mother OK & hellip; & hellip; near nine o'clock, my homework was finished. I took a deep breath and put my homework away. When I was collecting my homework, I suddenly came across a water bottle. Well, I didn't take the water bottle & hellip; & hellip; I touched the bottle, but the water was still warm. 'Huhu --' the cool wind crept in through the crack of the window, and I couldn't help wrapping my clothes. I picked up the water bottle, opened the cap and drank all the water smoothly. A warm current was flowing in my heart. I got up, took a deep look at my mother's bedroom door, and went to bed. When I woke up the next day, the sun was shining on me through the window. When I changed my clothes and walked out of the room to see the rich breakfast on the table, the family was empty. A piece of paper was pressed on a plate on the dining table. I picked it up and it said: Huier, mom is out shopping. Breakfast is ready. Remember to eat it. Such a simple and plain line of words made me cry quietly. The sun seems to be more warm, gently and gently shrouded me, into the depths of my heart. Thanksgiving is a philosophy of life, but also the wisdom of life. A wise man should not haggle over what he does not have, nor should he blindly ask for and inflate his selfish desires. Learn to be grateful for what you have and for what life has given you. Only in this way can you have a positive outlook on life and a healthy and happy attitude.
Gratitude? This word often appears in everyone's side, but what is it? Where are we from? Yes, our parents brought us to this world more than ten years ago. When I was a child, I didn't know how hard it was for my parents to raise me. I thought it was natural for my parents to raise me, but I was wrong. At that time, I didn't grow up. Now that I grow up, I know how to be grateful.
I remember when I was a child, it was a hot summer. My parents and I took the bus to Xiangshan to play. We waited for the bus for more than 20 minutes. When I was suffering from heatstroke by the 'hateful' sun father-in-law, my parents comforted me and said: my child, the bus is coming soon. Hold on. 'at this time, Dad appeared and said:' Tingting, come on, Dad carries you. 'hearing these words, I was excited and jumped on my father's back. Time went by, in a twinkling of an eye, 10 minutes later, dad has been sweating. But I don't feel sad at all, because I didn't know how to hurt people at that time. 'ah, here comes the car. 'cried mother. After getting on the bus, I got off my father's back. Although dad was sweating, he still said with a smile, 'Tingting, is it better? "Well, well, long ago. 'I said. The car started to drive. At this time, up a 20-year-old boy, a non mainstream look. Got in the car cool. He always bumps into people and doesn't care. 'ah! 'I cried. My mother was very angry when she saw that the young man ran into me and didn't apologize. He said, 'young man, why don't you apologize for bumping into our daughter? "Hum! It's a joke that I apologize. She doesn't know how to dodge