In the thirteen years I have gone through, there have been countless people who have influenced me, including family members, classmates, teachers, and strangers... Among them, the one who has had the greatest influence on me is you... You have been bent over by the fatigue of life,

His face was wrinkled and he was wearing shabby but neat clothes.

A frail torso, busy for me all day long: breakfast was prepared for me at dawn, although it was not delicious, but I liked it very much; it was cold, and I was shivering from the cold.

You felt distressed, put on your glasses, and worked from dawn to dusk to make me a pair of black cotton shoes stuffed with cotton. Although they were not beautiful, they made me very warm.

I went to school, and you were washing dishes, doing laundry, feeding chickens and ducks, and doing farm work... There was never a moment of free time.

One windy and rainy evening, I got out of school. It was an unlucky day. Misfortunes never come singly: the poncho was scratched, the rusty chain was broken, and the tire was flat.

I complained: Why does God want to tease a weak woman like me?

Walking on the road, I felt as pitiful and helpless as an abandoned baby.

I'm still complaining: Why haven't you come to pick me up yet?

Do you want to bully me too?

Finally, we were almost home, and with hazy eyes we saw a thin, stooped figure leaning against the door.

"Humph, you won't pick me up even though it's raining so heavily!" I was still immersed in my own world, paying no attention to everything in front of me.

When you saw me coming back, you rushed to get towels and clean clothes, and also brought a bowl of hot ginger soup.

After I cleaned myself up and drank the bowl of ginger soup, I noticed: because you were waiting for me in the rain, you also turned into a drowned rat. You didn't even bother to wipe the rain on your face, you were just busy.

For me...looking at your staggering steps, I feel really ashamed of my selfish thoughts just now.

I rushed towards you and grabbed your hands. They were calloused, frostbitten, rough, and cracked, which made me wonder. I suddenly felt so small.

Nestled in your arms, I was wrapped in deep love, so warm, I shed tears... You have taken care of me and loved me day by day for thirteen years.

It was you who made me understand true love, gratitude, and repayment!

Thank you - grandma!

I learned to be grateful (2) Almost everyone can recite Meng Jiao's "Wandering Son's Song", and here, I would also like to express my feelings for my parents.

March is the month of caring for the elders.

After twelve springs, summers, autumns and winters, I realized that our parents have given us too much, but we have received very little in return.

To experience the love of parents, it is always calm and calm.

Because it is as natural as air and difficult to detect.

From that day on, I suddenly discovered that the traces of time had appeared one after another on the originally young faces of my parents. I was shocked to realize that I was a careless son.

From now on, I will share my worries with them, and I will tell them with actions that your sons will grow up because of you.

Today is Sunday. For a "lofty ideal", I stayed up late last night and completed most of my homework.

I woke up from my sleep, and the sun was already caressing my face playfully, making it warm and itchy.

I jumped out of bed and swore to the sunshine: I would be the little master I had not seen for a long time.

Today’s goal is to clean the living room.

I first started to put together the messy books on the coffee table, next to the TV, on the computer table and on the sofa, and put them in their respective places.

In the process of organizing books, I found that many books appeared messy and disorganized because of my bad habit of randomly placing them.

Normally, tidying up is the mother’s responsibility.

I vowed in my heart: I must get rid of this bad habit and put less burden on my parents.

Next, I have to deal with the dust. I picked up the mop. Now there is a "sweeping army" here, and now there is an "overwhelming force" there. Many dusts all see that the situation is not good and run away in a hurry.

In a blink of an eye, the floor was so bright that shadows could be seen.

Cleaning up dead spots is the most difficult thing to do.

Thousands of dust accumulated under the computer desk, under the sofa, behind the door and in the corners of the cupboard. I was determined to impress my parents.

So, I picked up a rag, picked up those hard-to-wipe corners, and wiped them carefully.

But because I don't do much housework, I have no experience, and I was defeated after a while, but the dust was still "full of energy", as if it wanted to "set up camp" in those blind spots.

I thought, how could I be defeated by that dust?

I had an idea, picked up the rag, made the top smaller, and then wiped it carefully in the right place, once, twice... I really wiped off a lot of dust.

After cleaning up the dead spots in hygiene, I felt relaxed all over.

But I found that I looked like a big gray man in front of the mirror.

I feel particularly happy when I help adults with housework.

Because, my actions made my parents feel warm and moved.

I read approval in their eyes.

Some people may say: "We usually have to worry about studying and don't have time to impress our elders." In fact, being moved is the collision of souls.

Sometimes, a small thing, an action, a word can move them.

Therefore, let us listen with our hearts, act with our hearts, do our best, and send our most sincere "Thank you!" to our elders.