The best love for children is a warm and harmonious home.
As far as I can remember, my parents never quarreled. Sometimes, one side smells wrong, and the other side doesn't seem to smell gunpowder. From left to right, he didn't take it at all, and the war couldn't burn. They closed the bedroom door when they wanted to discuss things, and soon they came out together as if they had reached an agreement. Therefore, home will always be my safe haven. I am like the lazy cat who grew up with me, enjoying a leisurely, comfortable and interesting time in the sun and growing up happily.
Mom is a typical wife and mother, with quick hands and feet, and the family is always in good order. In her eyes, we are all the best. Mention these three children, her eyes are full of pride and love! Her main task is to take care of us and eat well. My mother is very diligent. Sometimes I can smell the smell of steamed bread before I get up. My mother steamed steaming steamed buns and rolls early in the morning and prepared the ingredients for noon. After lunch, make a list of what you want for dinner. Therefore, although my mother is an "office worker", as soon as we enter the door hungry, we will see delicious food waiting for us all the time. At noon, the family listened to the "serial broadcast of novels and storytelling" while eating. When the broadcast is over, it's time for lunch break. Take a newspaper or magazine and take a quiet nap. Home is always quiet and warm. When I was a child, my parents often took me to the movies. After dinner, my mother rushed to fry melon seeds. At that time, watching movies was extravagant (it was only after many years that I learned that my parents often took me to the movies mainly to create a quiet learning environment for my sister who was studying hard). I like watching movies while eating snacks. I watched these movies again and again, without realizing it. Sometimes, I fall asleep before I finish watching the movie, and my father carries me out of the bustling crowd. Even after waking up, I continued to pretend to sleep and deliberately hugged my father's neck tighter. Father begged for mercy: girl, I can't do this, my father can't breathe ... I giggled, and my mother tugged at my trouser leg all the way, afraid of my ankle.
Love is a warm companion, full of love and tolerance.
On New Year's Eve, my brother will prepare the New Year's Eve dinner according to the recipe, which is delicious. During the dinner, with the encouragement of my brother and sister, I performed a program for everyone and took the opportunity to drink a few mouthfuls of fruit wine. Once, I vaguely heard them laughing at me, but I fainted. I don't know when I fell asleep. When I woke up, I heard my father sigh and kiss my forehead: Oh, silly girl, I can't drink any more ... The whole family will also "catch the red tip" together. I wonder what magic my brother put on it. If you catch the red tip, you will always touch your hand. I blushed and sweated again. He smiled strangely, and I pretended to be calm ... with my "condiment", the atmosphere at home was particularly lively during the New Year.
? My mother is my "playmate" and my loyal "supporter": accompany me to pick the flower rope and sew sandbags for me; Let me learn to knit clumsily, wasting precious wool at that time; Let me and my friends "put every family" at home and in the yard, with sleeping mats and towels on the ground and bottles and cans all over the ground; I'm in bed with the cat, after making love. The clean mother wipes the sheets with a broom, and her eyes are still full of love-as long as my children are happy.
? Dad is usually very busy at work, but he still takes time to teach me all kinds of chess and often competes with me. He also taught me to play a very old banjo with elegant patterns. I'm not easy to learn, so I broke the piano. He just sighed sadly and said nothing. My clumsy father also made me a swallow kite. We split the bamboo stick, glued the colored paper together and painted the color together. When the kite flies to the sky, my heart is attached to happiness, carrying happiness and scattered in the blue sky! Dad has bad eyes and can't ride a bike, but as long as he is free, let me sit on the front beam of the bike and push the car to take me to the forest farm to play. Under the shallow canal, under the gurgling well water and under the mottled tree shadow, I picked up the flower stone and observed all kinds of flowers and plants in a novel way, accompanied by chirping birds. When I look up, I will see my dad's faint smile and loving eyes-carefree time is my memory.
Although my mother's education level is not high, she is particularly good at studying. She reads newspapers with her father and attaches great importance to our study, which has created rich reading conditions for us. In the era when material life was not so rich, there were more than ten kinds of books and newspapers ordered at home, which was almost my mother's monthly salary. Every time the days of oriental teenagers, children's literature and youth literature and art come, I can't help but look forward to and be excited! My brother has a cupboard full of books, which many people envy, but he never lends them out easily for fear of getting them dirty. We also read carefully, for fear of wrinkling. My brother is naturally aggressive, but he is especially accommodating and fond of his little sister: take me to the wild to pull weeds for rabbits; Put me in the cupboard and play hide-and-seek with my family. My parents looked for me everywhere, and he made faces at me through the cupboard. He personally made me an ice car and let me sit on it carefully. He dragged his car to accompany me to play on the ice in the yard. We ate his sausage and took pictures in the snow. During the tooth change, the teeth didn't grow out, and the little tiger teeth were particularly conspicuous and silly. ...
? Although my family dotes on me, I can't do it spontaneously. My parents' attitude is sometimes decisive and non-negotiable: my mother always emphasizes washing hands and never touching unsanitary things; You must take a nap and wash before you can sleep; Say hello when you meet your elders, speak politely, and don't distinguish between old and young ... Dad is stricter: no laughing loudly; Adults are not allowed to interrupt casually; There are guests coming, so I can't listen; Don't gossip about others at will; Can't fold the flowers and plants on the roadside; Can't go to the unit yard to play, we must distinguish between public and private; Don't touch other people's things ... at this time, mom and dad are very serious, and these habits and rules can only be unconditionally observed. Sometimes when I do something wrong, my father will take precautions first: Mei Mei, I'm telling you, don't worry, it's not appropriate for you to do that, because ... Then, it's the analysis of one, two and three, which once made me feel like I was making a mountain out of a molehill and worried, but now it seems that my father taught me valuable life experience in time to remind me to be cautious so as not to lose me.
Full of love at home makes me warm, but I am not a omnipotent "princess". Before going to school, I hung the key around my neck to watch the door, regularly store water, prepare firewood and coal for cooking. It seems that no one asked me intentionally, but once, my parents came back and asked in surprise, "Did you do all this?" I also heard my mother and others excitedly boast that "my girl is really sensible." Those chores that I can do make me feel tall and beautiful in an instant. When primary school is on holiday, my brother will arrange housework for me-cleaning furniture, washing dishes and cleaning the stove. Every time I finish my work, my brother comments on me. He first praised me for being able to work more and more, and then authoritatively pointed out the existing problems and improvement methods. I work harder and harder. Later, during the Spring Festival, it became my "patent" to clean doors and windows and glass at home. At that time, the heaviest job of the year was to transport the coal stored in winter. I am also a member of the transport force. The coal outside moved into the yard bit by bit and piled neatly. Although my nostrils are black and gray, and my arms and legs still hurt for several days, I feel very capable and have a sense of accomplishment. Later, under the guidance of my brother, I went down to the cellar to store potatoes and choose Chinese cabbage. ...
My family is not a noble family, and my parents are ordinary people, but in my heart they are great! Thank you, mom and dad. You have created a happy home for your children. A strong and warm harbor is where I will live forever. Your selfless and passionate love is enough to warm my life! Your strict requirements urge me to respect the rules and be self-disciplined; Your "pampering but not flattering" makes me stand on my own feet and enjoy simple happiness in my ordinary life!
When parents bring their children into this world, the unique little life softens the years and brings deep responsibility. Love this gentle life that carries your blood unconditionally! When my daughter was a child, we often played language games. I asked her, "Why does mom love you so much?" The daughter confidently answered loudly in a childish voice: "Because I am your girl"! May all parents in the world give their children unconditional and principled love, less criticism and less comparison, grow up peacefully with their children and share warm and quiet time. May family ties last longer and the taste of home be stronger and longer. ...