Mom, I love you

Third day

Mom, I love you, Xianning Experimental High School, Hubei Province. 3 Zhu Kexue saw on TV that one teacher assigned the students the homework: Go home and wash your feet. Source: Listening to the strange task arranged by the teacher, the students’ horror: The mother always washes her feet. Now, we want to wash the mother, how embarrassing it is, if it is known by the students, where is the face! After reading it, I was very impressed. Is it really a "shelter" for a mother who has a hard time raising her own mother? At that moment, I had the idea of washing my mother's feet.
In the evening, when my mother learned that I was going to wash her feet for her, she was also full of puzzles. I don’t know what medicine I sold in my gourd. Under my repeated requests, she only pushed halfway. I am happy to call a large pot of hot water and say to my mother, "Mom, sweater, etc., then weaving it, bubble feet." I put my mother on the chair, helped her to roll her trousers and take off her socks. Her legs are awkward. "Mom, is it cold?" "Well, a little bit." "Wait for the next bubble." I soaked my mother's feet into the water and slammed my mother hard. Suddenly, my mother felt like an electric shock and took her feet from the water. I pulled it out of the basin and splashed my face with water. "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "Mother's foot hurts." I looked down and looked at it. I was shocked and found that there were many frostbite on my mother's feet. "Mom, what's the matter?" Mom smiled and said: "When I was a child, Mom gave you a foot wash. You are always not honest. Once, my mother poured a pot of boiling water, and in the future, the pot will be watered. Overturned, boiling water is hot on the mother's feet. At that time, it was just a few cold days. My mother was busy with work every day. If she didn't take it seriously, she would have frostbite and send it every year..."
My heart suddenly seemed to be hit by something. The corners of my eyes were wet. I didn't understand the words behind my mother. I couldn't think of my mother's feet hiding so many stories. This is what I didn't know. I silently held my mother's foot and cautiously groaned. Mother's feet are covered with a thick layer of old cockroaches. Some places have been cracked. They are soaked in water, but they are not so stinging, but they can also be clearly felt. My heart can't help but be sour, the tears of disappointment come again, dripping in the basin. I blame myself for my misunderstanding of my mother. When I was a child, I was happy. My mother and I were inseparable. I grew up healthy under my mother's care. After school, due to the heavy burden on the family, my mother had to leave her hometown and go out to work. When I was young, I saw that my classmates were sent in and out by my parents. When I was cold, my heart was always not a taste. Especially on rainy days, I always want to find my mother's figure in the team that sent the umbrella. I can always be disappointed every time. In my heart, I have a bit of hate for my mother. A sense of loss suddenly rushed into my heart, feeling that happiness is really far from me.
Now, looking at my mother's feet, I understand everything. In this cold winter, how did my mother think of her painful feet? All she is worried about is her daughter, who is knitting a sweater for her daughter. And how can I experience the pain that my mother is not understood by her daughter? Unconsciously, the water is a little cold, I rushed to add some boiling water to the basin, holding my mother's feet, gently washing, carefully washing, in order to wash away the ripples in my heart, the water flowers mixed with me Tears, splashing in front of my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt that in this quiet night, the world seems to have only me and my mother. A long-lost love is in my heart. I can't help but sing a song in my heart: there are only mothers in the world, mothers with mothers. Like a block treasure, throwing into the arms of a mother, happiness can not enjoy...

Mom, I love you

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