These days, my father has been on duty for several days. My mother has to go to work, do housework and worry about my study. She is so tired that her back hurts. Looking at my mother's tired face, how I want to do something for my mother.
On Sunday, my mother was washing clothes. I crept over, beat her gently on her back and said, 'Mom, you're too tired these days. Let me beat your back!'
My mother smiled at me and said, 'my son is so filial.' After listening to my mother's words, I felt happy. Quickly let mom sit down in the chair and beat her back. With my rhythmic beating, my mother's frown gradually relaxed, her tired face cleared away, and showed a peaceful smile. She kept saying thank you to me. Seeing my mother's happy appearance, I shouted to my mother, 'Mom, I will often beat my back for you in the future.'
My mother smiled and said, 'I'll be satisfied to beat my mother's back today. As long as you study hard in the future, it's the best return to my mother.'
I was ashamed to listen to my mother. In front of me, my mother did all kinds of things for me: my mother braved the wind and snow to go to the book city in order to buy me books; In order to keep the delicious food for me, I didn't taste a mouthful; In order to create a comfortable learning environment for me, I specially tidy up my study & hellip& hellip;
My mother has done so many things for me, but I didn't even say 'thank you' to her. Now I beat my mother's back for a while, but my mother said so many 'thanks' to me. At the thought of this, I was ashamed to death.
Maternal love is great and selfless. In the future, I must do more for my mother to let her enjoy her son's filial piety.
On Mother's day, I plan to help my mother do housework and experience my mother's usual hard work.
On this day, I got up early in the morning. After helping my mother tidy up her room, I didn't care to brush my teeth, wash my face, sweep and mop the floor until it was as bright as a mirror. " How tired! " I straightened up and took a deep breath. Then I put a pile of dirty clothes into the washing machine and finally cleaned them.
Then I picked up a rag and cleaned the window.
The window is not so easy to clean. I cleaned it again and again, but it always seems that there are many stains on the window that can't be cleaned, as if it is always against me. So I sat down and thought about how my mother used to wipe the glass. After thinking for a while, I picked up the rag again, washed it, and continued to wipe the glass. I wiped it slowly, bit by bit, ah! Finally! The glass can find the shadow now! I couldn't help but be secretly happy.
Hey! Through this activity, I know how hard it is for my mother to go to work and do housework at ordinary times! I must help my mother do more housework in the future! About women's day composition: do something for my mother on March 8th. 350 words. Tomorrow is March 8th women's day. I always want to do something for my mother, but I don't have a chance. Today is a good opportunity -- I want to do something for my mother.
Mom never asked me to do anything for her. I must surprise her today.
In the evening, my mother came back. I hurried to the kitchen and added some hot water to the long made tea. When the temperature was moderate, I took the tea to my mother, handed it to my mother, and said, 'Mom, you work hard for me day and night. Drink tea and have a rest.' Mother listened and said, 'thank you, daughter. These days you wash your mother's feet and bring tea to your mother. You've really changed and grown up.' I listened to my mother and said, 'Mom, tomorrow is women's day. It's your festival. Of course I want to do something for you. I also want to say to you, mom, you've worked hard, I love you. " I can see that my mother is very happy and happy for my actions. But all I did was serve a cup of tea for my mother, which shows how much my mother loves me. In the future, I will often do something for my mother, such as bringing a cup of tea to my mother, sending a bunch of flowers to my mother, and so on. I want my mother to feel my love.
Love is sunshine, love is rain and dew. Only when you learn to love your mother, your father and all the people around you will you understand the true meaning of love. On women's day, I also learned to care for my mother, which made me feel very happy. I do something for my mother. In the morning, I stand in front of the mirror and silently comb my mother's hair. The air flows back and forth in the quiet space, which seems to bring an unspeakable warmth. Mother had narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sense of peace appeared on her face. It's like my mother's happy expression when I gave her a birthday present for the first time when I was a child. I smiled at it, but it hurt in the depths of my heart -- when was the last time I combed my mother's hair?
About four or five years ago? I remember it blankly. I haven't looked at my mother carefully for too long. The morning light fell on her mother's hair through the window. Her hair had almost turned soft silver. But it doesn't affect my mother's beauty. She is still the same as before. Although the wrinkles have crossed her forehead and the rings of years have crossed the wrinkles on her face, her smile has not changed. She is still so kind and kind. These brought me back to the past, the afternoons of my childhood, the afternoons of combing my mother's hair. Mother sat in front of the mirror, against the dusk light. I tried to weigh my toes to reach my mother's hair, but I couldn't do it anyway. Mother smiled and held me on her lap. I still remember at that time, I imagined my mother as' Snow White ', I was a kind' dwarf '& hellip& hellip; Everything was so natural and beautiful that I stared at myself in the mirror. Mom really hasn't changed. I, and her happy smile, seem to be everything in her life. That's still the case. I suddenly found that I cooled too many beautiful things in life. Mother still half narrowed her eyes: 'remember the first time you found out I had white hair?'
I was stunned and nodded slightly.
'at that time & hellip& hellip;'
'at that time,' I suddenly took over, 'I wanted to pull out that damn white hair, but mom, you wouldn't let me.'
'white hair grows ten times & hellip& hellip;' Mother nodded.
I was suddenly stunned. Although the marks of years have appeared on my mother, my mother just refuses to recognize her old age. Hard work often makes her mother's back stiff, but she still smiles and does everything she can, such as the rough work at home, the entrustment of her neighbors, and the labor of the community & hellip& hellip;。' Mom, you're old. Don't be too tired. " I remember I said it. " Don't worry! " My mother smiled back and said, 'my muscles and bones are very good. I don't get old!'
All these years have passed in a flash. Standing beside my mother, I suddenly had a bright heart at this moment. I want to do something for my mother. I trembled and gently pulled out some of my mother's hair.
'ah!' My mother cried out because of pain, and soon recovered her peace, 'I said, if you can't pull out white hair, pull out one long ten.'
My hand suddenly trembled badly and handed the hair to my mother.
'mom, it's not white hair, it's black. '
Mother sat up, turned around and looked at me in surprise: 'this is & hellip& hellip;'
'mom, didn't you say that white hair is pulled out for ten? ' I'm a little shy, 'then I'll pull out a few more black hair. Can I pull out a long ten and slowly grow like the original black hair?' I know these words are childish, but I blurted them out. Just like me before.
For a few seconds, my mother was stunned.
But I know Mom can understand. Mother will understand, because her world is me.
'mom & hellip& hellip;' I subconsciously stopped, because I felt that the string that held my tears from making me cry was about to break.
So I smiled.
I don't want my mother to stop smiling because I cry. Facing my mother's smile, I will open my arms and hold it. I want it to accompany me to the ends of the earth.
In my blurred eyes, I saw my mother smiling again. I do something for my mother. In the morning, I stand in front of the mirror and silently comb my mother's hair. The air flows back and forth in the quiet space, which seems to bring an unspeakable warmth. Mother had narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sense of peace appeared on her face. It's like my mother's happy expression when I gave her a birthday present for the first time when I was a child. I smiled at it, but it hurt in the depths of my heart -- when was the last time I combed my mother's hair?
About four or five years ago? I remember it blankly. I haven't looked at my mother carefully for too long. The morning light fell on her mother's hair through the window. Her hair had almost turned soft silver. But it doesn't affect my mother's beauty. She is still the same as before. Although the wrinkles have crossed her forehead and the rings of years have crossed the wrinkles on her face, her smile has not changed. She is still so kind and kind. These brought me back to the past, the afternoons of my childhood, the afternoons of combing my mother's hair. Mother sat in front of the mirror, against the dusk light. I tried to weigh my toes to reach my mother's hair, but I couldn't do it anyway. Mother smiled and held me on her lap. I still remember at that time, I imagined my mother as' Snow White ', I was a kind' dwarf '& hellip& hellip; Everything was so natural and beautiful that I stared at myself in the mirror. Mom really hasn't changed. I, and her happy smile, seem to be everything in her life. That's still the case. I suddenly found that I cooled too many beautiful things in life. Mother still half narrowed her eyes: 'remember the first time you found out I had white hair?'
I was stunned and nodded slightly.
'at that time & hellip& hellip;'
'at that time,' I suddenly took over, 'I wanted to pull out that damn white hair, but mom, you wouldn't let me.'
'white hair grows ten times & hellip& hellip;' Mother nodded.
I was suddenly stunned. Although the marks of years have appeared on my mother, my mother just refuses to recognize her old age. Hard work often makes her mother's back stiff, but she still smiles and does everything she can, such as the rough work at home, the entrustment of her neighbors, and the labor of the community & hellip& hellip;。' Mom, you're old. Don't be too tired. " I remember I said it. " Don't worry! " My mother smiled back and said, 'my muscles and bones are very good. I don't get old!'
All these years have passed in a flash. Standing beside my mother, I suddenly had a bright heart at this moment. I want to do something for my mother. I trembled and gently pulled out some of my mother's hair.
'ah!' My mother cried out because of pain, and soon recovered her peace, 'I said, if you can't pull out white hair, pull out one long ten.'
My hand suddenly trembled badly and handed the hair to my mother.
'mom, it's not white hair, it's black. '
Mother sat up, turned around and looked at me in surprise: 'this is & hellip& hellip;'
'mom, didn't you say that white hair is pulled out for ten? ' I'm a little shy