A composition about the personal experience of gratitude

People must always complain that our parents always criticize us and scold us, but they don't see their love for us. Instead, they always compare us with other people's children, as if we are stupid children, who are not as good as others in learning and can't do housework. However, other people's children are like geniuses, who are proficient in piano, chess, books and paintings and can do housework. We often complain that our parents are too strict and that they let us do everything. In the past, I complained that my parents didn't love us like everyone else, but in a small incident a few years ago, I felt my parents' deep love for us.

A few years ago, every morning, I left my dirty clothes at the bedside, so I ignored them. In a few days, the clothes piled up like a hill. When I come back from school, all my clothes will be washed. I don't know why they are clean and who helped me wash them. I always don't care. I think it's right for others to help me wash them. Sometimes, I criticize that this dress is dirty and that dress is wrinkled … I am unhappy when I see dirty clothes. The cleaner the clothes, the more I like to find dirty places, and then complain for a while.

However, one day in the third grade, my mother suddenly announced that she would teach me to wash clothes, and I would do it myself in the future. I was very unhappy and reluctant to watch my mother wash clothes. I saw her rubbing clothes with her hands, which looked very simple. After a while, she said impatiently that she knew, and she ran back to the room to play. Early the next morning, my mother told me to get up and wash clothes. I reluctantly got up, walked slowly to the basin and washed like my mother. Who knows that as soon as I put my hand in the water, my hand was shrunk back by the cold water, and my brain became sober. How uncomfortable it is to wash clothes with cold water in this winter! I washed for a little while, and I couldn't stand it, so I went to see my mother, hoping to stop washing and help me. But at this moment, there was no expression on my mother's face and she didn't help me. I was very sad, and I knew that my mother was not easy. I was very sad and angry. I washed my lunch very early and it was finished. I threw my clothes into the bucket and left angrily. I was very sad all day, I hardly talked to her, and my mother looked very lost and a little sorry. However, I am very surprised. Every time I wash clothes, I wash them carelessly for a while. After washing, there are many dirty places on my clothes, but the dried clothes are very clean, which makes me puzzled.

One morning, I finished washing clothes and finished eating, so I hurried to school. But I just went downstairs and found that my schoolbag was wrong, so I ran upstairs to change my schoolbag. However, when I opened the door, I was surprised to find that my mother was pouring water for washing clothes. What she was washing was my scrawled clothes. She was shivering with cold, but her hands were washed repeatedly in the biting cold water, and her fingers were red with cold. Our mother and son looked at it and were shocked. At that moment, I fully understood why the clothes were so clean. At the same time, I also found something, which is love. This kind of love makes me very warm in this cold winter. From then on, I no longer complain that my parents are too strict or bad, because I understand that my parents' love is around.

When we complain that our parents are too strict, have we ever thought that they are doing us good? Love is invisible. We grow up being loved. Stop complaining. Love is all around us.