My mother is kind. She taught me to be honest and generous from an early age and cultivated my good character from an early age.
I remember one thing, which I will never forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun scorched the earth like a big fireball. I sat in my room and kept fanning, but my sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother, "Mom! It's hot, it's hot! I want to eat popsicles. " Mom said, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." He picked up his wallet.
When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a whole ticket for 50 yuan from her purse and handed it to my uncle who bought popsicles. After my uncle found the money, my mother and I hurried home.
When I got home, my mother counted and said to herself, "Huh? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get back 45 yuan? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are really confused. They are looking for more 3 yuan money. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "send 2 yuan more back, you can't take advantage of small things!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles! "Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun and sent 3 yuan money to others.
When I sleep at night, I can't sleep in bed. When I think of the things during the day, I suddenly understand that a man should start from bit by bit, and can't do things that are sorry for others because of the small advantages in front of him. This incident gave me a great education. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart.
Even if the voice of affection is as light as a willow whisper, it will affect the whole spring.
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There are dances in ordinary life and songs in trivial things. If there is love in life, there is beauty; With the true feelings in life, there are many touches. The wave of memory chips brought me back to an unforgettable day in Na Yue that year.
The sun is scorching at noon.
I walked happily on my way home, dreaming of a big meal prepared by my mother, and my mouth watered. It seems that the hot sun has also become gentle, the sweat on my face is sweet, and the air molecules are full of the aroma of food ... Wow!
I stepped into the house and ran excitedly to the restaurant. After a thorough search, the smile on my face froze: I didn't even see the shadow of that grain of rice, let alone Man-Han Banquet!
Some lost, some dissatisfied, I can't help but impulse, ran to question my mother. I saw her feebly collapsed on the bed, and when I came in, she turned her head, looking a little pale, and the pink on her lips faded, but she managed to pull up a smile.
I stood like a Woodenhead, my heart was blinded by "anger", and my chest was always blocked by cotton, so I couldn't spit it out and swallow it.
"How can it be too late? I don't eat! " I slammed the door and walked out of the house. ...
My stomach is really disappointing. In less than a class, I sang an empty dream, and I didn't want to attend classes anymore. A layer of fine sweat oozed from my forehead. I thought in fear and trembling: there are still three classes, how can I bear it?
"Man is iron and rice is steel", and I finally realized its connotation.
Finally, a class is over, and I am weak at my desk. Suddenly, I was slapped on the back and turned around. I saw my friend hand me two packs of Xianbei. "Hungry, eat!" .
I picked it up like a treasure and my face stretched out. What a bosom friend! At this time, my friend connected: "My aunt asked me to give it to you. She said you didn't have lunch, for fear that you would be hungry. " I was shocked and felt guilty, like electricity.
After school, I rushed out of the classroom first.
As soon as I entered the house, I hugged my mother and said out of breath, "I'm sorry!" " My mother paused for a moment, then hugged me gently, caressed my head and replied childishly, "It doesn't matter." I looked up at her and smiled. Why is my mother still so naive?
Love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward in the dark; Love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn.
Deep love is a landscape that I will never forget in my life. The clear and warm spring water of that river rippled in my heart forever.