Doing something for my mom Since I was a child, I lived with my mom every day and had a carefree life. But I have never carefully observed my mom or experienced her hard work, let alone making a delicious breakfast for her. Today, I woke up early, tiptoeing out of bed, quietly out of the room, wash and dress, I came to the kitchen, remembered my mother used to get up early every morning to make breakfast for me, when she was busy, I got up slowly, and even stupidly think that my mother does breakfast every day is a matter of course, and now, I realize that my mother is too hard, too tired. Today, let me make a delicious breakfast for my mom! I put the apron on, and began to "work". I took out two eggs from the refrigerator and prepared to beat them into a bowl, but the eggs were not good at all and did not obey me, they always got everywhere, but I was not discouraged, and after wasting three eggs, I finally beat both eggs well. Then I scooped half a spoonful of salt into the bowl, pulled a chopstick from the rack, and kept stirring the eggs until they were well blended. Then I took two tomatoes from the basket, put them on the chopping board, took out a chopper, and carefully cut them up - first from the center, then into small pieces, and put them into a small bowl, waiting to be put into the pan with the eggs later. After the fried vegetables were ready, I took out the soy milk machine again, grabbed a handful of grains from the box like my mom, put them into the soy milk machine, pressed the button on it, and went to scramble the eggs. Argh! That's when I showed my real strength: I poured the eggs into the pan and kept stirring them with a spatula, splashing oil all over my face, but I didn't care and kept scrambling them until they were cooked. At that point, I just wiped the oil stains on my face with my free hand, and then put the eggs up, poured the tomatoes in, added a small half spoon of salt, scrambled the juice, then put the eggs down, scrambled them again, and watched it gradually taste, and then I put it up. At this time, my mother came out of the room, saw my scrambled eggs and beaten soybean milk already on the table, tears overflowed my eyes, I rushed up and hugged my mother tightly, excitedly said, "I love you mom!" With these five words, a hint of redness appeared on my mom's face, revealing a look of relief, her eyes filled with joy, she used her big warm hand to wipe away the grease stains left on my face, murmuring, "Bei Bei, I love you too." I couldn't help but turn my back. Mom added, "Silly child, you know that you feel sorry for your mother, my daughter has grown up, she is really a sweet little coat for her mother!" I was so comfortable in my heart, sweetly wrapped in honey. When you are sick, who sends you a cup of hot tea? When you are sad, who wipes away the tears in your eyes? When you fail, who says a word of encouragement for you? When you succeed, who is the one whose face blooms with beautiful flowers? It's mom, our favorite mother!2 Perhaps, before Mother's Day, the students sent their prepared gifts to their mothers. Some are music boxes, some are crystals, some are bright and colorful flowers ...... But I can't look at any of them. The best gift, the most expensive gift, the fee is not the money given by the mother, buy things to give mom, maybe mom does not like, because adults and children's concept of aesthetics is different. In spite of this, the mother, in order to show your goodwill, will still nod and smile and say, "I like it very much!" "It's beautiful!" or something like that. In fact, they don't like it at all, they save their hard-earned money, how can they afford to buy something useless, they would rather take the money to buy some good books for their children. If the parents say they don't like it, the child will be upset. In order to make the child happy, they have to go along with a play. But my mom was different from others, she was a straight shooter. I remember when I was a child, watching other children send gifts to their mothers, in order to show a piece of my filial piety, on the pretext of buying a book, asked my mother to ask for some money, to buy gifts for my mother. I chose a windmill that could spin. When I gave it to my mom, she was dumbfounded. I thought my mom would be very happy, but what I never expected was that my mom scolded me severely: "Mom's hard-earned money, just to buy these things? What's the use of giving them to me? Mom is not a child, how could she like it?" That one lesson made me never do such a thing again. If you want to do your own piece of filial piety, then go to earn your own money to buy gifts for your mother, so that you can understand the hard work of earning money, and understand how hard money is hard to come by. Since then, every Mother's Day, I will give my mom hands to make a holiday card, the words in my heart to tell my mom. This habit continued until the second semester of the fifth grade, and in the sixth grade, I no longer send cards to my mother, because it is both laborious and time-consuming. Yesterday, on Women's Day, I did all the housework for my mom, bringing her a cup of tea and pounding her back. I think, this is not spend money, but also a good show of my heart, not the best of both worlds? And mom would feel good in her heart. However, I think, to study well, a higher level, is the most precious, the best gift to your mother, we say yes?3 who all have a dear mother. Mom, this sacred and great name contains every child's respect for his or her mother. The first thing that everyone calls out as a toddler is the word mom. My mom is a kind-hearted, hardworking and simple middle-aged woman. When I croaked and came into this world, my mom took up the obligation to raise me. How much love she has given me in the past nine years, I just can't count it in three days and three nights! This year's March 8 Women's Day is coming soon, I'm going to celebrate, let mom have a happy holiday. When my mom came home from work, she found the house dark. Just when she was surprised and puzzled, pop, I turned on the light. Mom was surprised to find a banner hanging on the wall: Happy Holidays from your daughter, Mom. At that moment, I came out in disguise. I put on a white saree, wearing a golden crown, holding a pink fairy wand, just like a little princess. The little fairy was gentle and lovely, and said with a big smile, "Ms. Tang Wenhua, I can help you realize three wishes, you say it!" The mom thought about it and said with a quick smile, "Well, first: I wish my daughter to be healthy forever. Second: I wish my daughter to be happy forever. Third: I wish my daughter to always have a peaceful, grateful heart." The little fairy continued to smile and said, "Well! Some mom's great expectations of me, I will never forget your wise teachings to me. I will study hard and work hard every day in the new semester mom, I will never let you down." As soon as mom heard it was my voice, she scraped the tip of my nose, which was not too high in itself, not lightly, and said, "You little wit!" Suddenly, as if I remembered something, I rushed into the room at once, and took out the gifts I had already prepared one by one: a bouquet of carnations and 38 lucky stars (because of March 8 Women's Day, 38, 38, isn't it 38). I held up the carnations, smilingly walked toward my mom and said, "Mom, I wish you to be as beautiful, young and energetic as the carnations!" Mom was very surprised, she patted my little head, kissed me fiercely and said, "Thank you, thank you for the gift you prepared for me, I love it." At this, I guffawed and said, "I have another best keeper." Saying that, I pressed the tape recorder: please listen to a small poem below: > Mom, my dear mom, you are no longer young and beautiful. You let the incidence of wrinkles, quietly climbed on the cheeks in order for your daughter to be able to grow up healthily. Mom, you have worked hard and tirelessly. I will live up to your expectations and be a competent daughter! Mom finished listening to this little poem. I noticed that my mom's eyes were moist and her face was covered with teardrops. No, these are tears of laughter! Mom hugged me tightly and said emotionally, "This year's March 8 Women's Day is one of the most unforgettable holidays in my life!" 4 Today is the "March 8" Women's Day, I would like to help my mother to do a few things, so that she can have a happy holiday. At noon, I came home and found that the table was already full of fragrant meals, but I just couldn't see my mom. Suddenly, I heard a sound of washing clothes and went to the laundry table to see that my mom was washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go eat, I'll do the washing. Because today is your holiday, I want to make you happy." "Can you?" Mom asked with a smile. "Yes," I said. Mom half-heartedly went off to eat. I picked up my sleeves, took out a piece of clothing, soaked it in water, then put soap on it and rubbed it hard. I rubbed and rubbed, my hands are rubbing red, but there is still a little bit of grease on the clothes did not rub clean. I had to use a brush to shuffle, shuffle and then wash the clothes with water. I washed a few pieces of clothing, mom came, looking at my hard work, mom smiled, smiled so happy, so pleased. In the evening, I helped my mom to wash the dishes, and I arranged the dishes neatly. Mom smiled and said, "So this is Yao Yao's holiday gift to me!" Although I am a little more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I have made the holiday a happy one for my mom. Unforgettable Day - Dedicated to the March 8 Women's Day mom 5 mother's love boundless spring has quietly come to us, the spring breeze gently blowing red flowers, spring rain also quietly wet green leaves, vibrant we are like that red flowers and green leaves as vivid as the same vitality, and who has ever thought of who did that spring breeze and spring rain quietly moisturize the We? When we hurriedly get up from bed in the morning, who has already made a delicious breakfast for us? When we put on our backpacks and rush out of the door, whose figure is hovering in front of the window looking? When we return to the farm with a tired body, who has already boiled the bath water for us? When we study and pick the lamp to read late into the night, and who quietly put a glass of milk in the corner of the table? What kind of person can do so much and so much without asking for a little return? It's mom. Since childhood, mom has been the closest and most loving person beside us, asking for warmth, knowing cold and hot. In we still can not clearly express ??? when the mother took great pains to teach us to learn to speak; when we are not yet able to protect themselves, the mother has no choice but to use that great selfless love for us to protect us from the wind and the rain; when we think that we have been long to get rid of her shelter, the mother is not worried about silently watching us; when we are happy, the mother looked at us with a smile with bright eyes; when we are sad, the mother knows that she knows that she is a good person. When we are sad, mom knows that he can not help what help but still accompanied us with sadness ...... mom for us to do has been too much, but she has never asked for any return, this is a kind of how broad and how selfless love ah! From ancient times to the present, how many writers and writers try to render the greatness of Feng mother's love, it gives us how many things can not be forgotten, we get from there is far more than pay more, learned tolerance, learned to understand, learned to learn the breadth and breadth of learning for the sake of others, but we have been for the mother to do what? Do we just accept our mom's gratuitous love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud? The beautiful month of May has quietly come around, the air is fragrant everywhere, in this season of warmth, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day, in this ordinary and has a special significance of the day, we should do something for mom? Mom does not want gorgeous and expensive jewelry, do not want to value the gift of a lot of money, to give the best gift to mother is our own, perhaps just yesterday, a branch of the first leaf buds of carnations, a clean and tidy tablecloth, a pure and innocent smile, will let the mother doubly gratified. Because - the child has grown up, know how to love mom. This is to tell mom: mom, I love you! Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, the beautiful Mother's Day, but in the face of every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day, let us use the most tender mood, embrace mom, tell her: "Mom, I love you."