Thanks to mother
The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness.
When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great.
I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother went to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow behind my back.
Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud. Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework?" Only when I finished my homework did my mother ask me to help her with the housework.