I love my parents

Mother's love for children is the greatest and most selfless love in the world. My parents, like all parents, grow with us. When I fell, she encouraged me to get up. When I was crying, she comforted me. When I didn't test well, she encouraged me. She, she is our mother.

I remember one morning, my mother just sent me to school, it started to rain, when I arrived at the school safely, but my mother had to go home with heavy rain, I looked at my mother’s back in the rain, thinking : If I am a little flower umbrella on the top of my mother's head, sheltering my mother, how good it is! But I can only watch my mother walk alone in the rain. I shouted to my mother loudly: "Mom, go home soon, don't get caught in the rain!" I hurried into the classroom with a heavy heart. Class. When I was out of school, I saw that my mother was safe and sick. I didn’t get sick. The stone in my heart was put down. At this time, I couldn’t help but hide my little face in my mother’s arms, feeling that my mother’s heart was really warm.

Once, I was writing my homework. There was a nail next to the study table. I didn't see it. I accidentally scratched it. I called out painfully. My parents rushed to see and look at them. They were very anxious and anxious. The ants on the hot pot, I don’t know how to cry, my parents comforted me, I still cried, my parents couldn’t help, from here to there, I couldn’t think of a way, after 5 minutes. My father found a bottle of syrup from the medicine cabinet and wiped it on my finger. It hurt me to go to heaven. My mother pressed me and forced me to hold me. I struggled hard, ah! The potion was finally wiped out, I didn't cry, my parents went to do what I loved, and I wrote homework with confidence. The ancients said: "The mother is in the hands of the line, the wandering clothes. The line is tightly sealed, and the intention is delayed. Whoever speaks the heart, reports Sanchunhui." The mother's love is like the bright sunshine in the spring, bring me Warmth brings me light; my mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; my mother's love always gives me help when I am in trouble, giving me motivation. That silky and continuous love has become my strong backing, so that I no longer have an empty original feeling.

Now, when I grow up, the crow has the feeling of feeding back, and the lamb has the righteousness of breast milk, let alone the coming of all things? How can we forget the parenting of the parents; how can we not bear in mind when the parents give their concerns and love; how can we not be deeply grateful and respectful to our parents?

The second day of Xu Hengbei School, Jiaozuo City, Jiaozuo Middle Station, Henan Province, China: 2001.0314