Perhaps, before Mother's Day, the students will send the prepared gifts to their mothers. Some are music boxes, some are crystals, some are bright and colorful flowers...but I can't like any of them. No matter how good the gift is, no matter how expensive the gift is, it doesn't cost money given by the mother. Maybe the mother doesn't like the things she buys for her, because the aesthetic concepts of adults and children are different. Despite this, in order to show your kindness, your mother will still nod and smile and say: "I like it very much!" "It is very beautiful!" and so on. In fact, they don't like it at all. How can they be willing to buy useless things with their hard-earned money? They would rather use the money to buy some good books for their children. If the parents say they don't like it, the children will be unhappy. In order to make the children happy, they had to act out a play together. But my mother is different from others, she is a straight person.

I still remember a time when I was young, watching other children delivering gifts to their mother. In order to show my filial piety, I asked my mother for some money on the pretext of buying books

Buying a gift for mom. I chose among thousands of things and chose a spinning windmill. I gave this little thought to my mother, and she was dumbfounded. I thought my mother would be very happy, but what I never expected was that my mother scolded me: "Mom, all the hard-earned hard-earned money is used to buy these crappy things? What's the use of giving these to me?" "Use? My mother is not a child, so how can I like it?"

The lesson I learned that time made me never do this kind of thing again. If you really want to show your filial piety, then make money by yourself and buy gifts for your mother. Only in this way can you understand the hard work of making money and understand how hard-earned money is. From then on, every Mother's Day, I would make a holiday card for my mother and tell her everything that was in my heart. This habit continued until the second semester of fifth grade. When I entered sixth grade, I stopped sending greeting cards to my mother because it took up energy and time. Yesterday, Women's Day, I "took over all the housework" for my mother, brought her a cup of tea, and patted her back. I think it costs nothing and expresses my feelings very well. Isn’t it the best of both worlds? And my mother will feel very comfortable. However, I think that doing a good job in studying and reaching a higher level is the most precious and best gift for mother, don’t you think so?

Mom, I love you in my own way

My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart, virtuous, willing to dedicate everything to her family, her husband, and her daughter. , she puts all her energy into family construction. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I have been unwilling to blindly obey my parents' opinions since I was a child. I always stick to my own principles and always hope to follow my own path. Because I have always believed that more often than not, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often had conflicts over this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with her maternal tolerance. Maybe I can't fulfill the traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.

I think for parents, it is their greatest wish that their children can gain real happiness and live independently. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for the time being, if I cannot achieve true happiness, they will still feel sad for me in the long run. So even though it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knew that her child had really grown up.

My mother is a very ingenious person. She can do no housework, and cooking is even better. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any of this gene. As a child. I have also worked hard to learn various kinds of knitting, embroidery, sewing, etc. I promise that I study hard every time, but in the end, my mother has to help me clean up the tragedy every time. After countless failures, my mother finally gave up on training me to inherit her legacy.

How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can’t even knit a rag; how I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother’s shirt, but unfortunately I can only knit a rag. Broken my fingers; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but unfortunately in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook by myself and make a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter, and I cannot think of other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her mother's hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream, and facial cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and I hope that hard work will not make her hands dry and cracked. Maybe what I do is not as good as those famous brands, but my mother feels my thoughts and understands my efforts. Holding my mother's no longer rough hand, thinking about what my mother has done for me, I feel that I have done too little.

Although my mother will not read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can’t express it, my love can be felt by my mother. Although I can do a lot for my mother. Very few, but every one of them is sincere.

Today is Women’s Day, and I really want to help my mother do a few things so that she can have a happy holiday.

At noon, I came home and found that the table was filled with delicious food, but my mother was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of washing clothes. I went to the laundry table and saw that my mother was washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go to eat and I'll wash up. Because today is your holiday, I want to make you happy." "Can you do that?" Mom asked with a smile. "Okay" I said. Mom went to eat with some hesitation.

I picked up my sleeves, took out a piece of clothing, soaked it with water, then put soap on it, and rubbed it vigorously. Rubbing and rubbing, my hands turned red, but there was still a little oil stain on my clothes that I hadn't wiped clean. I had to rinse it with a brush, and then rinse the clothes with clean water. I washed a few pieces of clothes, and my mother came. Seeing me working hard, my mother smiled, so happy and relieved.

In the evening, I rushed to help my mother wash the dishes again. I arranged the washed dishes and chopsticks neatly. My mother looked at it and said with a smile: "So this is the holiday 'gift' that Yaoyao gave me!"

Although I am more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I let my mother pass. A happy holiday.

An unforgettable day - dedicated to mothers on Women’s Day

March 5, 2004, is the most unforgettable day for me. At noon, we had an early meal, and my mother carried me on the street on her bicycle. I was very happy, because my mother took me to choose brushes and ink, which was something I had been looking forward to for a long time.

We came to the small town and carefully selected. My mother looked at this one and that one; The hour hand rotated, and I was wondering. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of the brush bristles. If the brush bristles split during rotation, it is not easy to use. I was so excited because I learned how to choose a brush.

My mother and I organized the pens and put them in the basket in front of the bicycle. I sat behind my mother, hugged my mother's waist, and went home humming a cheerful song...

On the way home, an unexpected thing happened. When going downhill, the front wheel of my mother's bicycle tripped over a stone, and I heard my mother shout: "No!" My mother and I rolled onto the gravel-covered road. In order to protect me and prevent the bicycle from crushing me, my mother Out of desperation, I pushed the bicycle outward, put my other hand around me, and I slid off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found that my mother was still lying on the ground, not saying a word. Maybe it was too painful, maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hands, and blood still came from between her fingers. I was frightened and shouted anxiously: "Mom, what's wrong with you?" After a while, my mother raised her head, looked at me, and whispered: "It's nothing, be brave, Mom." Rest for a while. "I was so nervous that I was about to burst into tears. There was no one around. I said to my mother that I would go back and call my grandma. As I said that, I ran forward. Just before I ran far, my mother stopped me and said, "Son, don't go back. You are anxious and scared on the road. There are many cars. What should I do if I bump into you? Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandma's feet are inconvenient. It’s not good to be anxious!”

I looked at my mother’s painful and anxious expression and let it go. After my mother rested for a while, I helped my mother pick up the bicycle and walked slowly on the way home. When I got home, I called Uncle Zhang, the director of surgery at the hospital. When Uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning her wounds in front of the mirror. By the time my mother went to the hospital to stitch up the wound, it was already night.

Looking back on this day, it’s so unforgettable! Although ink has been spilled on the ground, I understand from my mother's calm eyes what is bravery, what is decisiveness, what is calmness, and what is great maternal love!