Mother's Day Essay 1 In countless mornings, the touch of green in the small vegetable garden made me travel through time and space, as if I smelled a faint fragrance in my mother's vegetable field when I was a child, even in the dew, it was a sweet childhood memory.
At that time, my mother was still very young and had the most popular curly hair. Compared with most rural women, she always looked full of vitality and modernity. My mother often likes to take us to play in the fields. What I remember most is my modest vegetable garden. Later, due to busy work, the land at home was retired, but the vegetable garden has been preserved to this day. Like adults, we dig the ground with a shovel, cover our hands with sweet potatoes planted in the soil, pick up peanuts dropped in the soil with a small rake, and make long beans neat, as if it were a particularly meticulous job, pondering the ugly scars on eggplant. Aren't tomatoes supposed to be round and slippery? We think about the trivial things in these vegetable fields like we think about life. What an interesting and hearty picture it is!
No matter how tricky and incredible questions we ask, mother is never impatient, but always explains them to us in a whisper. Even if mom really can't answer some questions, you can still see a warm and kind smile on her face.
We carry these fruits home with our own hands, and that's another scene. Rich ingredients are served on the table in the most unpretentious way. There are no dazzling things, but we eat and drink like a hungry wolf. The most natural and simple foods have the richest and longest taste.
That is the taste engraved in life, unchanged for many years; That is the flavor brewed with love, the source of happiness that melts in the mouth, and the taste of home.
Mother's Day Essay 2 On a rainy day, I sat in front of the window, and the breeze brushed my face, which was cool and quiet. The water in the corner dispelled the idea of going out. I just use my spare time to open the website and browse different functions and articles. Zhu Ziqing's back makes people cry, Jiang Yang's The Three of us makes people sad, Muslim's funeral makes people feel distressed, and Zeng Guofan's letter from home makes people feel excited.
What hurts people is this article "Mom, how did I keep you waiting so long", which tells the story of a mother suffering from cancer. In order to spend more time with my daughter on the eve of the end of my life, I don't hesitate to pester her like a child, but the ending is not satisfactory because of her so-called "busyness", and finally it is doomed to be regret and regret.
This article is not written by a famous person, but it is still the deep affection and reluctance, attachment and memory between mother and daughter.
In an impetuous society, how many people always think that they are busy with life and work, so they openly ignore their parents on this grounds; How many people always think that accumulating more and more wealth can make their parents enjoy a better life, so they are desperate to run on the road and lack communication with their parents; How many people always think that they have paid a lot, so it is worth it to anyone. In fact, they have inadvertently touched the softest string in their parents' hearts!
Are we really that busy? Too busy to accompany my parents to the nearest shopping mall to buy clothes, too busy to chat with my parents at will, too busy to take care of my parents' old age and physical illness!
As the old saying goes: the tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it but not kiss it! I want to use the feeling of recommendation to persuade my busy children to spend more time with their parents in limited days and to cherish them in fleeting days. Remember: only action can win everything!
Mother's Day Essay 3 Today is Mother's Day.
I should have let my mother have a good rest for a day, but my mother still had to go to work and didn't drag her tired body home until evening. I can't rest. I'm here to help with my homework. I looked at my mother carefully in the light. The shiny black hair has dried up a lot now, with a lot of silvery white hair, wrinkles on the forehead, calluses on the hands and thickening. Isn't this all caused by worrying about me running around? My heart is sour. So I took out my written greeting card and gave it to my mother. At first, she was dazed, her hand holding the greeting card trembled slightly, and her face was mixed with surprise and happiness. It was a long time before I came to my senses, looked at the greeting card again, stroked it with my hand, and looked at it again and again, and my eyes gradually became moist. She stuck the card to her chest and closed her eyes as if praying for something. After a while, she said to me, "son, mom loves you, and mom understands your heart." ...
I can't be calm for a long time afterwards. My mother helped us all day, worked hard for us, nursed me when I was a child, sent me to kindergarten when I was a child, what to wear today, what to eat, do you want to add clothes ... Now that I graduated from primary school, my mother broke my heart for everything. Moreover, she is reluctant to see a doctor when she is not feeling well, and she is reluctant to buy new clothes and buy herself something delicious when her clothes are old. Even when I was sitting at the dinner table, I seldom saw her eating that good dish with chopsticks … but I naively thought that my mother didn't like it. And have I ever thought about repaying her? Just hurt her again and again.
A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "mom, my son wishes you happiness!" I love you! "
Mother's Day Essay 4 Night, a few stars in the quiet sky blinked their eyes mischievously. I walked in the street and walked into a flower shop unconsciously.
Every corner of the flower shop is full of beautiful carnations, including red, white and purple ... all kinds of carnations exude charming fragrance. I was drunk ... at this moment, a kind voice came from behind me: "little girl, do you want to buy flowers?" Tomorrow is Mother's Day. " Looking around, an old woman was smiling at me with a bouquet of carefully packaged carnations. I took the flowers and gave the money to my grandmother.
When I got home, I put beautiful carnations on my bedside. Close your eyes gently, thinking about how to surprise my mother ... I don't know how long it took, just like a breeze that warmed my mother's hands and accompanied me into a sweet dream.
The soft moonlight fell on me, and I suddenly felt something lifted me up and took me to a beautiful big garden. Just as I was surprised to see everything in front of me, a lovely little girl came up to me. She said to me in a sweet voice, "Welcome to enchanted gardens. We will satisfy the wishes of all the guests who come here. " I can't believe it. I opened my eyes and asked curiously, "Really?" The little girl nodded her head.
"Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and I want to give my mother a room full of carnations." The little girl smiled and handed me a petal: "Just go home and put it in clear water." A breeze lifted me up, and in a blink of an eye, I returned home. I quickly put the petals into the clear water. In a blink of an eye, carnations filled every corner of the room ...
"Kirin, get up! What are your sweet dreams? Smile so sweetly. " I looked at my mother and gave her the carnations on the bed. Dear mom, I will definitely make this dream come true!
On the way to school, on the bus, I sat in the last row, with a mother and two children. One sleeps in his mother's arms and the other eats by the window.
Maybe the children are active, the children who eat are noisy and want to leave their seats and play somewhere else. The mother hugged the child in her arms with her left hand and stopped the child who wanted to leave the position with her right hand, for fear that the child would be injured because of the bumps in the car. The child was ungrateful, holding his mother with both hands and feet, and almost "escaped" several times. The mother was upset. In order to ensure the safety of the child, regardless of the image, she had to take off the flat bottom and block the exit of the seat with her feet. Probably awakened, another child woke up from his sleep and fought with his sister, wanting to eat. Mother had no choice but to take out empty milk bottles and thermos bottles and ask me for help-making milk powder. I quickly took it, quickly soaked it and handed it to her. The child is easy to coax. Give him whatever he wants, and don't make trouble. After drinking, the child looked around smartly with round eyes, just like a full face, making no noise or making any noise. Seeing that my brother was awakened, my sister seemed to realize her fault, bowed her head shyly, and finally stopped making trouble.
This scene made me ask myself: When we were young, were we as anxious as that sister? Worry mom?
Sometimes when I lose my temper, my mother teases me: "It's still the same as when I was a child." Maybe I was as active and unruly as that girl when I was a child. We have grown up without the care of our mother. They taught us filial piety, kindness and humility, as well as gratitude and return. Thank them for growing up with us and teaching us so much.
Mother's Day Essay 6 You have been my source of courage and strength since I was a child. Maybe I'm embarrassed to admit that I do worship you, just like all the daughters who are not sensible worship the omnipotent father. You accompany me to tell bedtime stories, solve math problems, and talk about the current international situation from the origin of human civilization ... The love you gave me made me regain my confidence when I was frustrated and see the road under my feet in the bright starry sky.
I have seen peach blossoms welcoming the spring, Lan Lian reflecting the summer, autumn chrysanthemums quiet, and cold plums proud ... Only you are the invincible flower in my life.
After high school, you became an accompanying mother, working hard during the day and doing housework at night. I think you must be very tired, but why are you still waiting at the door when I go home after self-study every night? On rainy days, you wait at the intersection early, just because the street lamp is broken and you are afraid that you can't see the road clearly, you still have to accompany me? How did you get out in the dark? Did you get wet? Did you fall? It's cold at night. Will it be cold after waiting so long? I have hesitated for thousands of times about these questions, but I know the answer when I see your smile as usual. With you, there is always a faint fragrance of flowers looming. I think it is the mother's breath, which has been quiet, serene and gentle for seventeen years, so that your children can only hope that the years will accompany you quietly and steadily.
I know that one day you will grow old. Warm flowers and starlight need me to guard you when you grow up, comb your white hair like you take care of me, and smooth the deep wrinkles between your eyebrows. Maybe I can't make you proud of my achievements, but I will try my best to make you feel that it is worthwhile to raise your daughter when you are basking in the sun on a bamboo chair.
In this life, my favorite person will always be you. If possible, in the next life, I would still do everything in exchange for the opportunity to be your daughter, and describe a period of our most unforgettable time in the happiness of my life and collect it together.
Mother's Day Essay 7 Mother's smile is so sweet, mother's smile is so charming, and maternal love often ripples in her smile. The children's laughter will make the mother's smile brighter.
Mom's smile often appears on her face, such as: You made progress bit by bit, you got 100, what prize did you win … Of course, mom sometimes scares people. I remember one semester, my grades suddenly dropped sharply, and I did well in several exams, from the top three in my class to an ordinary student. I was in a bad mood, too. I actually got a good -7 in Unit 3 of the Chinese exam. When my mother saw it, she tore up the paper I corrected by mistake. I think, fortunately, I left my correction behind, so I can only use it to make a job with my teacher tomorrow. My mother scolded me once and I cried, but my mother was not soft at all. After a while, mother finally calmed down. My mother asked me, "Why did your grades drop so fast?" I said, "My deskmate did worse than me in the exam ..." Before I finished, my mother scrambled to say, "Why don't you compete with the first place in the class? Ah! " I cried even harder. My mother ignored me and called our head teacher to analyze the reasons for my recent decline in study. After calling the teacher, my mother came to me and patiently analyzed the reasons for my decline in academic performance. I made self-criticism. I really haven't studied hard enough recently, and my mind is spent on playing. Since then, I have been much more serious and studied harder than before. I got an excellent answer in Unit 4 of the Chinese exam, and my mother smiled again, so happy and gentle.
Mother's smile is so sweet; Mother's love is so great; Mom's heart is so kind. For work, she does her best, for children, she is meticulous, and for her husband, she is gentle and considerate. This is mom, and this is mom.
Mother's day essay 8 mother-my first teacher on the road to growth. You are like a dazzling Polaris, illuminating my way forward in the dark; You are like a golden key, which opens the door to success for me.
I remember that the sky was gloomy after school that afternoon, which indicated that a heavy rain was coming. Watching the students leave the campus one by one under the escort of their parents, my heart is in my throat. Why didn't you come today? Before I could slow down the rain, it fell. I quickly raised my schoolbag above my head and complained that you were late.
When your figure appeared at the school gate, I rushed to your side. I pretend to be calm on the surface, but in fact my heart has already rolled like boiling water. "I'm sorry, dear, mom came out from home very late." While talking about bringing me a raincoat, I saw you rummaging around in your bag and didn't find a naughty raincoat. When I was at a loss, you tore off your clothes and wrapped me tightly.
On the motorcycle, I prayed a thousand times in my heart, please, let the rain stop! However, the weather is not beautiful, and the rain has not stopped, but it has become bigger. Scratching raindrops hit my mother and my heart. You hold the handlebar tightly and look forward with difficulty. It used to be a few minutes' journey, but now it seems to be thousands of miles long. ...
Mom, thank you for your dedication and meticulous care. Although you don't talk about love, I remember everything you did for me. I will become more sensible and be a proud child. On the occasion of Mother's Day, I want to shout out my heart to you: "Mom, I love you!" " "
Mother's Day Essay 9 In our home, the kitchen is my forbidden area. If I want to pour water from the pot, my mother will stop me quickly: "Don't move, be careful." If I want to pick up a knife and cut vegetables, my mother will exclaim, "Oh, my God! You have to cut your hand! " Today is Mother's Day. I decided to break into the "forbidden zone" and show my cards to my mother.
Cooking is not that easy. I simply don't know where to start. I had to pick up my mother's mobile phone to find a recipe, and found the easiest cold dish to cook, cucumber vermicelli and ready-made materials at home.
Start cooking! First, I put the vermicelli in a bowl and soak it in hot water. Then I take out two cucumbers, peel them and wash them. When I was soaking up fans, I started cutting cucumbers. At first, I wanted to slice the cucumber, and then cut it into shreds, but only a short cut made my wrist sore, and then the cucumber slices under my knife became thicker and thicker. Alas! Cutting shredded cucumber is too tiring. Cut diced cucumber!
Finally, I shook my sore arm and thought, I feel exhausted after cutting only a little cucumber. Isn't it more tiring for mom to do so much housework? It's really funny to look down at your masterpiece again. There are silk, lumps, dices and everything. It's just a different shape!
The fun is yet to come! The fan is too soft and sticky. Look at the menu and say oil, vinegar, salt and sugar. But how much is a little and how much is the right amount? I have tasted it again and again, and I feel almost full.
My mother was very happy at dinner and repeatedly praised my vermicelli mixed with cucumber for its delicious taste. I feel very fragrant myself, because my mother is happy, which also shows that I can do housework well as long as I learn to do it.
I thought to myself: treat it as Mother's Day every day in the future and do more for my mother. ...