my mother

"In the distant mountain village, Xiaoyaoshan Village, my dear mother, I have a white hair..." I heard the familiar melody, and I was writing my homework. I couldn’t help but put down the pen, which was opposite the mall. Let out the music.

I listened quietly to this song, thinking about my mother.

My mother is over forty years old this year, and her mother, who is in her forties, is no longer working. Their children have gone to college, some have found a job, have their own life, and I was only in the middle of the country because of the late birth, so I still want her to work for me day and night.

My life is not very good, and many things in my life have to be helped by my mother. I won't wash my clothes, my coat. Pants and even socks should be washed by her. I am not used to changing socks and shoes. Socks should be stinky. I feel that I feel very reluctant to change. Every time my mother sees my stinky socks, she will shout: "Dang Ruozhou Are you going to school and forget to wear shoes? How is it so dirty?" Then frowning and pinching the socks with two fingers, try to straighten your arms so that you can be "scented" and then squeeze the nose with your other hand. In the basin where you wash clothes, wash it with a lot of washing powder and two bowls of water. After washing her, she will emphasize that she will not wash me if she is still stinky next time. But next time she always frowned and washed my clothes again.

I don't even stack quilts until I learned it last year. Before that, she was always on the stack. Every morning, I was still asleep, she got up. Her alarm clock is always twenty minutes earlier than mine. When she started to make breakfast, I woke up, stretched out and got up. clothes. Wash. Packing up the schoolbag, after doing this, just can eat the color of the scent, not cool, not hot breakfast, and then say hello, and her busyness has just begun.

In my opinion, she always has a lot of housework, no matter when, I can always see a busy figure and cook. Wash your clothes. Wash dishes. Pack everything in the house, go back and forth, day after day, never stop. She looked at her fatigue several times. As I grew older, I understood that I was distressed. I wanted to help me a little, but I was always pushed away by her. "Go. Go. Go, write homework, give me less trouble, help more and more." Your study is to help you the most!" And I can't even do this with the only request. It is really for her.

In my opinion, my mother is not as great as the one written in the book, but it must not be ordinary. She did not make such a great deed as Hu Shi’s mother was ill for her son, but she incorporated this deep maternal love into the bit by bit of life, taking care of me in every possible way. This kind of love can't be seen or touched, but it really is here. This kind of feeling I can't describe, just like Hu Shi said: "My stupid pen can't write one hundred and twenty thousand." I only Can cite other people's words to praise the mother - all the glory and pride in the world, from the mother!

I remember this sentence in my heart.

Third day: 1961911717