My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, her husband and her daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts about this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.

I think it is parents' greatest wish that their children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time if they can't get real happiness. So even if 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 knows that her children have really grown up.

Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also studied hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle.

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 will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little.

Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are not many things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere.

Mom, I love you.

As long as I can remember, I grew up in my mother's whispering. At that time, my mother was young and capable, and she was a great beauty in Fiona Fang. Confucius was a saint at that time. Next door to my grandmother's house is a private school that teaches by example. My shrewd mother actually studied in a private school for four years, and the teacher was the eldest brother who was full of literary talent. A country woman who could read and write poems was an enviable thing at that time. I don't know if my mother had several rainy swings in her girlhood, and fell in love with Xu Qianqian's first love as soon as she turned around, and finally married her father silently with wrong regrets. But in my girlhood, I often heard my mother whisper: "One kind of lovesickness, two places are carefree, and there is nothing I can do about it …", so I babbled from an early age and said: There are many beauties since ancient times. From childhood to adulthood, I began to understand my mother's inner loneliness and bitterness, and I became a loyal listener to my mother.

As my sister and I grew up, a bright and quiet smile began to appear on my mother's face. In this smile, I saw a woman's self-confidence, which is the light of hope of maternal love, replacing the hazy melancholy in her eyes. My mother no longer sighed sadly at the autumn rain on a spring night, but urged my sister and me to endorse, while doing exercises under the lamp, while knitting new clothes, shoes and hats for her daughter. She kept telling us stories about the ancients who studied hard to become talents. At that time, my mother was like a different person. My father's reticence makes my mother eloquent. Wherever I go, my mother's ability and eloquence are always impressive. The neighbors regard her as a reputation, but my mother is proud of us. She wants to train us well to show her ability. My sister and I didn't feel depressed in the face of this heavy maternal love, just like bamboo shoots that broke out of the ground, a natural and vibrant state.

Mother is familiar with the Three Kingdoms and good at employing people. I remember that she told us the story of Ma Su beheaded by Kong Ming with tears in her eyes more than once. Therefore, under the strict guidance of my sister, I practiced in winter for 49 years and suffered hardships in summer, and finally became a well-known skilled worker, probably the kind who is now out of the hall and into the kitchen. The local famous family is proud of marrying her sister. As for me, with the upgrade of my studies, my mother can't cope with it gradually In the face of those math and physics exercises, she can no longer be as handy as she was in elementary school. However, my mother will use the stories of the ancients to spur me on how to hang my head. Those scholars who were too poor to go to Beijing to catch the exam all won the first prize in the end, which made me firmly remember in my heart that my dream when I was young was to be Meng Lijun. As a mother's daughter, how dare you not be excellent? Perhaps it is my mother who knows how to choose people, so that she won't cry and give up what she loves after losing the street pavilion like Kong Ming.

Mother is broad-minded and generous to others. I saw love sublimate in her heart, and she no longer lingered in narrow love. This kind of love went to a deeper and wider place: in that age without sons, there was no future. My uncle insisted on adopting my second brother to my home, and my mother really hesitated for a while. She is not afraid of hardships. It is easier to raise a child than to train a talent. Finally, my mother accepted this and my family. My mother never vaguely promised things, kindly taught her and expected her son to succeed, just as she did. A strong mother won't let her neighbors gossip. She will let her brother read as many books and receive the same education as me. Now, looking at her excellent brother, I have to applaud her success. Mother is our pride. At least she is smarter than Kong Ming in employing people.

Winter passed and spring came. After several ups and downs, my mother is finally no longer smart and capable. She is getting old. My old mother began to nag from the inculcation at that time, but when we grew up, we flew away one by one and sat down to listen to her inarticulate nagging. There was not a minute and a half like time.

When I went home for the Spring Festival, I was surprised to find that my mother was really old. In the tired eyes of my family, when my mother has ignored the hints of others and expressed herself, I sadly read a kind of loneliness, unprecedented loneliness. Perhaps loneliness is also a kind of fate, just like my mother came from loneliness when she was young, and now she has come to the end of her life and returned to loneliness. She began to feel bouts of pain in her heart and could not help falling into deep remorse.

Oh, mom!

When I was a child, how many times did you cross the long river on the way to school with our small bodies on your back? At that time, the river smiled and sang clear songs, and your face smiled so proudly, like carrying a small sun, walking towards the radiant front. Now that you are old, the river is still with you. It's just an endless loneliness, silence and vastness, but I can't carry you across this lonely river. It will accompany you from sunset to the window for a month. Mom, don't mention how sad I am, but I dare not tell you.

We grew up under your young nagging. How can we grow up and grow up without your nagging? There is no reason not to like your nagging.

Mom, tell me about your shrewdness as a child, how you brought ignorant us to the hall of knowledge, how you washed and cooked for your children when you were sick, and how much you longed for us to become a phoenix, walk in front of people and stand in front of people. ...

Come on, mom, that's enough talking in front of my daughter. I'll listen to you whisper when I brush my white hair in front of the mirror. What a happy thing it is. Your nagging is your daughter's lullaby, your nagging is your son's heroic wine, your nagging is the expectation of millions of mothers in Qian Qian day and night, and your nagging is the most beautiful ballad in the world. May your songs be played gently in your ears every day, and may all the children in the world work hard in your nagging. After listening to your nagging, set out light, and the daughter who travels far away will say in her heart: Mom, I love you! ! !

Respondent: Zeng Hailin's grade is 2-12010-3-616: 44.

In short, a person's life has been nurtured by his parents since childhood, educated by his teachers at school, and cared and helped by his leading colleagues after work. When he is old, he will inevitably accept the kindness and care of his younger generation. Generally speaking, as individual members of society, we all live in a multi-level social environment, and we all get certain living conditions and development opportunities from this environment first, that is to say, this social environment is beneficial to each of us. Gratitude means that a person has a correct understanding of his relationship with others and society; Gratitude is the sense of responsibility arising from this correct understanding. Without the gratitude and gratitude of members of society, it is hard to imagine that a society can develop normally. In the air of gratitude, people can be calm about many things; In the air of gratitude, people can seriously and pragmatically start from the smallest things; In the air of gratitude, people are spontaneously and truly strict with themselves and lenient with others; In the air of gratitude, people face up to their mistakes and help each other; In the air of gratitude, people will not feel lonely ... the road of life is full of twists and turns, I don't know how many difficulties and obstacles there are, and even encounter setbacks and failures. In times of crisis, someone gives you a warm hand to relieve the pain of life; Someone will show you the maze and let you know the direction of progress; Some people even hold you up with their shoulders and bodies, so that you can climb to the peak of your life ... You finally overcame your suffering and sailed to the other side of bright happiness. So, can you not be grateful? Can you not pay back? The key to gratitude lies in the sense of gratitude. Reward is to be grateful to those who have nurtured, trained, taught, guided, helped, supported and even saved themselves, and to repay them with practical actions through their own efforts. "Gratitude" is an exotic product, and the definition of the word "gratitude" in Oxford Dictionary is "willing to express gratitude for interests and give back to others". "Thanksgiving" is because we live in this world, and everything, including everything, is good for us! Gratitude is a kind of recognition. This kind of recognition should be a heartfelt recognition. We live in nature, and nature has given us too many gifts. No one can live without nature, which is the simplest truth. Gratitude to the sun is an understanding of warmth, gratitude to the blue sky, and our recognition of the purity of blue. Grateful grassland is our admiration for wildfires, which never devoured them, and they grew taller in the spring breeze. Thanksgiving is an eclectic listening to the sea. Gratitude is a reward. We came out of our mother's womb, and then her mother breast-fed us. What's more, my mother never wants her to get anything. Just like the sun gives us her warmth every day, never asking for anything in return, but we must know how to be grateful. Gratitude is an admiration. This admiration should be the admiration that gushes from our veins. The heart of "gratitude" is to thank all the people and things in the world for their help and keep it in mind; The heart of "gratitude" is an indispensable sunshine and rain in each of our lives, and we can't miss it for a moment. No matter how noble you are, or how you view humility; No matter where you live, or what special life experiences you have, as long as you always have a grateful heart in your heart, it is bound to be accompanied by warm, confident, firm, kind and other beautiful quality of life. Naturally, a moving landscape will appear in your life.

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Mom:

This is the first time I have written to you. I don't know how you feel after reading it.

You have been dedicated to me since I was a baby. I don't know how much hard sweat and blood you shed, which paved the way for me and made me very grateful!

I will never forget how many distressed and sour tears you shed behind your back because of your injury and bleeding!

My school uniform is dirty, and tomorrow coincides with Monday. I admire you for taking the time to clean it that night!

Mom, you have done too many facts for me, just like the twinkling stars in the sky, which never ends, and I have done some small things for you. ...

Remember one night when I was in the second grade, my stomach ached and I couldn't get over it for a long time? You saw me being given medicine in a cloak, and it was unbearable. You immediately picked me up and walked to the hospital. The road is slippery, the wind is howling and the night is terrible. I hold your clothes tightly. Suddenly, you fell down. Suddenly, a big bag bulged on your foot, but you did it.

Mom, you are always willing to be used and promoted by others, and you are always willing to serve others, but you are carefree. Because of this, you have been sent to the hospital again and again. ...

I remember that summer vacation, my aunt scraped three tendons off her leg because she was riding a motorcycle. You nursed her day and night in the hospital until my aunt got well, only to find that she had a tumor on her neck. Soon, you were admitted to the hospital. ...

When I went to see you that year, I saw that your couplets had lost a lot of weight and looked haggard. When I came, I opened my closed eyes for a long time and managed to show a smile. Seeing this, I forced myself not to shed tears and be strong, but when I walked out of the hospital, tears could not help flowing down. ...

Sometimes, I look at your distant back and feel very sad. I know no one can know your difficulties, because you always refuse to tell me. I also know that no matter where you go, you will never forget me after more than ten years of ups and downs. I also know that you not only give me meticulous care in life, but also leave me speechless. Besides, you care about me in your study. ...

Sometimes I feel that you are like an alarm clock, reminding me all the time; Sometimes I think you are like an unusually bright and unknown flower, only knowing how to give selflessly to others; Sometimes I think you are like a star in the night sky, like a flashing firefly, illuminating the road for others. ...

Whenever I think of this, a warm current rushes to my whole body. You have devoted all your energy and sweat to my growth! Mom, now that I have grown up, I will never live up to your expectations. I will study hard and be a good teenager you expect!

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Respondent: dzhh 990708- level 1 20 10-3-6 20:24

Today is March 7th, and tomorrow is March 8th Women's Day. What should I give my mother? Send plastic rings, not for sale. Send stars, you can't finish folding them for a while. what can I do? I thought about it. Suddenly, I heard shouts in the school. After listening carefully to the voice of selling flowers, I thought, "Yes, I can buy flowers for my mother!" " "

After school, I went directly to the flower shop. I saw, ah, all kinds of flowers, dazzling, look at this beautiful one, look at that beautiful one! I just bought two roses and two carnations.

When I got home, I suddenly felt that buying flowers for my mother was a bit vulgar! Why don't you make breakfast for mom tomorrow morning? I thought of a plan, which is like this: ask my sister to wake me up early tomorrow, then I will go directly to the cupboard to cook, put the flowers I bought yesterday in a vase after I finish, and then wake my mother.

My sister woke me up early the next morning. I went into the cupboard. Take out that cake and noodles prepare yesterday. Rub the dough until it is soft, then roll it flat with oil, salt and allspice powder, then roll the dough into a ball and then roll it into a cake, and then roll it several times repeatedly, and then fry it on the electric baking pan.

When I was out of the pot, I cut the cake into four pieces, put it on a plate, and then woke my mother up. When my mother knew what was going on, tears of happiness flowed out of her eyes involuntarily. When she was eating my cake, it tasted delicious!

What a happy Women's Day this year! Mom's happiness is my greatest wish! Mom is happy, so am I!