The touching story my mother told me.

A touching story between my parents and elders ~

My life with my parents.

Growing up, someone always asked me this question: Mom and Dad, who do you love most? I always answer falteringly: I love both. But there are always people who keep asking questions, as if they can't give a satisfactory answer. Looking back at the story between my parents and me, whether it is happy or sad, it is covered with a faint color-unswerving love washed away by years. How to measure parents' love for an answer?

Living in this not-so-rich family, I don't look up to the life of a rich family, and I am even proud of it, because I have my parents who love me the most, I have a warm home, I have many small worlds ... I have many things that money can't buy. I was very sensitive when I was very young, and I always liked to let my father hold me to sleep. Dad saw me asleep and put me in the cradle. Who knows, I broke away from my father's arms and burst into tears. My father had to coax and hug me until late at night. After learning to walk, I started my first trip in my life. The destination is not far away, just in the country field, and the only means of transportation is my father's bike, so we started our journey. Perhaps in the lens, those scenery are not beautiful, but in my young mind, I have never seen such a beautiful picture. There are green trees, flowing water from mountain springs and mature wheat fields. Is the world so big? Since then, my eyes have been filled with longing. When I grew up, I also went to many places of interest, but I never touched my scenery again.

Although I look thin and weak, I am in good health. This is due to the "hard work" of my parents who prepare nutritious food for me every day. Every morning, I must drink a glass of milk and eat an egg. There are rich "big meals" at noon and evening, with meat and vegetables. Every time I see my father sweating in the kitchen, I will eat carefully. Over time, I not only developed a good habit of not being picky about food, but also my father developed a good cooking skill. Before going to bed, my mother will tell me many beautiful stories, and I will fantasize that I am a princess in a fairy tale all day. Although those story books are gone now, the warm feeling still exists today. I still remember that once I made my mother angry, and she told me that I was a child of the Northeast Tiger. When I was young, I was dubious and scared out in a cold sweat. Until now, my mother will laugh at it. However, now that I have grown up, my mother can't fool me any more. I know I'm mom's cutest daughter! This is how I grew up under the care of my parents.

When I was eight years old, my family moved to Shenzhen and my parents were busy with their work. They go out early and come back late. I often stay at home alone and wait alone. However, every time I hear the doorbell ring, I think it is the most beautiful music in the world, but my parents are back. I jumped up like a rabbit and opened the door for them excitedly. At that moment, I felt that my previous loneliness was not in vain. As long as my parents are there, I will have all the happiness and happiness. When I am lonely and helpless, my parents accompany me. My parents are with me when I am happy. What am I dissatisfied with? Although I often make them angry and get beaten and scolded, I always believe that beating is pain and scolding is love. I once read in a book that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Yes, indifference is indifference. If one day my parents leave me alone, what is a little beating and cursing? I love my parents and I love you, so I am willing to accept your education.

Now, I am a junior high school student, and I can take care of myself. But this is not enough. I hope that one day I can take care of my parents and repay their kindness.

Of course, the story between my parents and me is more than just parenting. I must tell every story between my parents and me. How should I choose and tell you one by one?

2. My mother's childish and touching story.

Mom will personally deliver meals to school,

And you will personally take me to school on rainy days.

Or she asked me to be friends with her,

Let's write around these aspects.

3. The touching story of my mother and me.

I love you, mom.

There is an old saying in China: "Filial piety is the first virtue". Filial piety is the first of all virtues. If a person does not know how to honor his parents, it is hard to imagine that he will love his motherland and people.

When I was a child, I heard a story called "Motherly love is like porridge". In this article, there is a mother whose son became a vegetable because of a sudden car accident. Since then, my mother has developed a habit. She always spends a large part of her time cooking porridge for her son every day. She always chooses the longest and largest rice grains, which are full, crystal clear and slightly turquoise, and carefully selected one by one. It usually takes two and a half hours to cook a can of porridge. She always carefully pours the porridge into a flowered porcelain bowl, and while lying on her head, she blows into the porridge until she finds it difficult to breathe. The porridge is cold. She smiled and fed her son with a spoon. But the son closed his eyes and turned her down indifferently. Instead of being angry, she smiled as before. For two days, continue to pick rice-cook porridge-blow cool; And smiled and accepted his son's refusal. Day after day, year after year. Her fingers have become rough and dull, her shaking head is covered with white hair, and her strength is not as good as before. Often when the porridge is half cold, it is already flat. In the second half of the year, we must use a cattail fan to cool down. But she is still very careful to do every detail, exquisite and pious. But all this, the son did not appreciate it, and still refused her coldly. She kept smiling and never shed a tear. This confrontation between enthusiasm and indifference lasted for 8 years and 73 days. In the eighth year and 74 days, my son suddenly opened his eyes and said vaguely, "Mom, I want to drink porridge." She burst into tears-the first thing she said after the doctor announced his brain death in the car accident. The doctor once told her that in his case, there is only one chance in 100,000. That day my son drank porridge cooked by his long-lost mother. This porridge is not as delicious as he used to drink. Because the heat is not well controlled, the porridge has a slight burnt taste and salty tears. You can imagine how restless my mother is. It's not here. Three months later, just when her son could take care of himself, the mother suddenly fell into a coma. When she left, she held her son's hand and smiled calmly. My son found his mother's medical record when he was cleaning up his relics. In fact, more than seven years ago, after my son fell asleep for a year, unfortunately, he came to this family again-his mother was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer. What belief can support a woman with advanced liver cancer to fight the disease for seven years? The doctor said it was a miracle. My son knows that poor and noble, ordinary but great maternal love has created these miracles!

Everyone in life will be touched countless times. Let's tell the story of me and my mother!

Today is March 8th Women's Day. I'm going to do something that moves my mother and give it to her as a gift.

In the afternoon, our school had a half-day holiday. First of all, I finished my homework consciously. When my mother came home, she saw that my homework was well done and said happily, "You did really well today!" " I silently said, "There is something better!" After dinner, I put a basin of warm water at my mother's feet and said, "Mom, you are tired. I'll help you wash your feet! " "Mom was surprised and didn't know what to say, so she just sat on the sofa. I wash my mother's feet as seriously as my mother usually does. Then, I stood up and said to my mother, "This is my holiday gift for you! My mother touched me and said, "This is the most precious gift!" " "

There is a kind of love, which is the most selfless love in the world; There is a kind of pay, which is the most sincere pay in the world; There is a kind of care, which is the most permanent care in the world, so it must be maternal love.

Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light. Motherly love is like a landscape painting, which washes away the lead sculpture and leaves it fresh and natural. Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, gently singing, gently singing. Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring. Friendship may fade, vows may be forgotten, but family ties will last forever. We go to Qiu Lai in spring every morning and evening, and every progress we make is not the result of our mother's painstaking efforts. Motherly love is so deep and pure, as the purer wine makes us intoxicated, but we have no idea that it is a thousand-year-old wine. If the mother's kindness is unrequited in this life, if it is destined that the mother must devote her life to her children, what should we do as children? We don't need to do anything earth-shattering, even a warm greeting; Sincere blessing; Love eyes can satisfy them. So let's always be grateful for our great maternal love!

A touching little story about mother and child. To make a long story short. I+ in composition

One day,

I read a very touching true story in the book.

This story ends here.

Let me remember it unforgettable.

This story is about a young mother.

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I went to the park with Kloc-0/8 year old son.

Play. At that time, zoo managers were preparing to move the black bear indoors for the winter.

Part of the barbed wire outside the cage was removed.

When a mother raises a black bear with her son.

In front of the iron cage, the naughty son walked past the newly unloaded barbed wire while his mother was not paying attention!

Then,

He approached the inner cage,

Put a piece of candy in your hand into the black bear's mouth through an iron cage.

At that critical moment,

Mother gave her hand to the black bear without hesitation.

In that way

Then cover your son's little hand with the other hand.

Although the nearby staff rushed to help, they pulled the black bear away with wooden sticks.

Yes But my mother's hand was still badly bitten, and the tendon of one hand was broken.

Crack, my son's hand is hurt less because of his mother's protection. The mother in the story

My son was out of danger because I personally protected him.

There are many touching stories, in order to protect their children, mothers ignore their own dangers.

each

When people grow up, they will encounter some difficulties or dangers.

There will be suffering.

Our mother gave us the strongest protection with her weak body. Ji Bolun said:

"people

The sweetest thing your lips can say,

It's the mother,

The best phone,

Precisely

"mom

Wu, the touching story of my mother and me, page 43.

A little too much. I'll pay to send it to you.

It is late at night. I'm still watching TV in my room. I changed the channel bored, "click!" The door was opened. It's my father. Father looked angry, so he went straight to the TV and suddenly turned off the power. Pointing to the door, he shouted angrily at me, "Why don't you check the time?"? You're still watching TV. I'll move the TV out tomorrow, so go to bed now! " Father's roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Not convinced, I huddled in the quilt, covered my head with the quilt and made no noise. After a while, I only heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area was suddenly dark. When I put my head out, my father had already left and the door was quietly closed. Looking up at the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a dignified atmosphere hung over the room, as if suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, I suddenly felt a nameless fire rushing in my heart. I just watched TV for a while. As for it, I finally had a weekend, and I couldn't relax after watching TV ... I don't know how long it took. Under the darkness, a sense of sleepiness came to my mind. In the twilight, I suddenly heard a slight door opening sound. I struggled to open my eyes a little. In the light outside, a long and narrow shadow hit the wall, and it was my father again. Father leaned in and looked inside. When he saw me asleep, he walked into the room quietly for fear of waking me up. He came to the bed, and I quickly pretended to sleep. My father carefully pulled the quilt I kicked up. In the dark, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was standing at the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. Busy family affairs led to white silk in his dark head. The faint light outside the door made a few plasters stuck on my father's lower back appear and disappear. These days, I often hear my father complain about his lower back pain. Too much work exhausted his father, but he still went to bed late and got up early every day, rushing about for many things. Looking at my father's generous back, a sense of self-blame rises from my heart. "Wow!" Father gently closed the curtains to isolate the poor moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion came to my mind. Every weekend, I always get up the latest, not because I am lazy, but because of this little curtain. It is it that makes my room dark, and my father pulls it every day. Looking at the closed curtains, the shock hit my heart again and again. Doesn't my father just want me to sleep more every day, eat enough, wear warm clothes and be comfortable? Looking at my father's generous back, thinking of his sternness and teachings, and then thinking of his running and fatigue, I understand. I finally understand the corner of my father's great love. If you want your son to make progress, close your kind face; If you want to make your son comfortable, you will be meticulous. Only when you love to the extreme can your heart curtain be so bright and strong. The curtain is gently closed, and my father's love flows into my heart from the gap of the curtain like running water, which makes me feel warm and happy.

Affection, but my most unforgettable affection is the little golden goldfish ... I remember going to school just after the New Year in the third grade, and my classmates were talking happily about the beauty of spring, but I felt bad. Because I went to school in the chilly spring, my teeth trembled with cold when I got up in the morning. The classmate said, "Look, her lips are all blue." After a few classes, I went home. Xiao Yan! "When I woke up, I saw that it was my mother. I said, "I seem to have a fever. "My mother quickly measured me with a thermometer. My temperature is 40 degrees. My mother immediately became nervous. I called the class teacher to ask for leave. Then, my mother quickly picked up the cup and poured me water to drink antipyretic. I carefully found that my mother had sweat on her forehead and rolled straight down. I think my mother must be very anxious. I must get better soon. You can also contribute. I don't know how to keep a high fever. I drank the medicine and sweated. My mother is busy changing towels to wipe my back. I was so busy at noon that I couldn't even eat. I fell asleep again ... I felt my mother went to the hospital behind my back. I didn't expect to stay in the hospital for a week and four days. You can also contribute. Every day, I open my eyes and see my mother by my side.

These are just references. There are many such things around us. Parents' care is not so vigorous, but what they give you is the little care in life.

The touching story of Lu must be about my mother. What did my mother do for me? I was moved by 1

Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."

Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. By the light, I also saw my mother's eyes with crystal tears. ...

After this incident, I understand that lying is wrong, and lying will pay a great price. If you ask me if I hated my mother at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I know that everything my mother did to me was for my own good. My mother's beating me is not abuse, but a kind of love for me, which can only be found in family ties. I believe that a mother's love for her children is endless.

Usually, my mother is very busy and tired at work, but she has no time to rest more and has to worry about my business. Once I curled my hair in an exam and only got more than 70 points. My mother was silent for a long time and announced a major decision. My mother will stay at home with me for two months. My mother usually works hard and is a typical "workaholic". My mother even gave up her job to help me improve my grades because of the decline in her studies. I was moved by my mother! In the past two months, we have worked hard together to go through all the subjects, and the questions we didn't understand in the past have also come together. Every night, we don't study 12. If we don't stop, our unit exam results will be like going up the stairs. Two months later, I ran home excitedly, and I got a double hundred! There are no 90 points in minor subjects. There was a parent-teacher meeting after the exam, and the teacher publicly praised my soaring academic performance. After the meeting, the head teacher asked my mother, what's the secret to make my grades rise so fast? Mom smiled, but there was no secret, just a heart. My mother often tells me when I fail: failure is the mother of success. You should use your brain more attentively. In fact, you are not stupid at all, just smart. She also told me to unite my classmates, help them and respect teachers. Because of my mother's teaching, I am working hard now, which makes me have many good "buddies" at school and become teachers' favorite students. Now I am growing up, and gradually understand a lot of things and a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I helped. Mother always smiles and nods. I know she is cultivating me with great love.

Love is a mother's lifelong career, and the work that a mother pays for her children is free. Motherly love is like a vast sea. Let my boat swim in the sea and contain everything I have. Although my mother is not a saint, she guides me to be a strong person in my study and life with her simple and kind heart. Year after year, I stumbled upon the silver thread on my mother's head. I look at her forehead carefully, but there are still some wrinkles. Over the years, my mother broke her heart for * * *, and she gave me too much.

Mom, I love you! In my heart, you are the best mother.

Qi is a touching story that happened between my mother and me. 55 words.

In my mind, my mother is the person who knows my heart best. On a sunny and fresh day, my mother will go back to Shanghai by bus again. I used to cry silently every time at this time, not letting my mother know. But this time is different. I don't know why my mother said, "I'm leaving." I have to listen to grandma. " At this time, it seems that there are more than a dozen knives stabbing my heart, which makes me feel bouts of pain and want to cry, but in order not to make my mother sad, I held back. At this time, my mother seemed to see through my mind and smiled at me and said, "You are the bravest. Don't be sad. I will come back to see you, but I don't want to. " Hearing this, I felt warm at once, so I got up the courage to say, "Well, goodbye, Mom." Looking at the back of my mother's departure, I felt very uncomfortable, as if I had taken bitter medicine.

A story that moved me (happened beside my mother)

Moved me.

Aishen is in Class 6, Grade 5.

In life, my parents have always taken good care of me. Whether they are tired or busy at work, or even bored at work, they will give up everything to take care of me and care for me as long as I need it, so that I can always feel maternal love and fatherly love.

I remember once, I had a high fever and kept sweating. My mother touched my head at once, and suddenly I seemed to touch the ice. In fact, my mother's hand touched my hot head. She wrapped me in a thick quilt and called my father. Father quickly found out "Banlangen" and "Antelope Jiedu Tablet" and gave me antipyretics. I was in a daze and let me drink a lot of warm water. At this time, my temperature also dropped a little. My mother brought the medicine again to prevent my illness from recurring. The measures I took were: insisting on not taking medicine, just putting these medicines there as a placebo, and if the fever does not go down tomorrow morning, consulting the hospital before prescribing medicine; My mother can't beat me. She only listens to me, but I wake up uncomfortable at night. When I opened my eyes, my mother fell asleep beside my bed. At this moment, I looked at my watch. It's three o'clock, and my mother seems to have noticed it, too. She quickly sat up and asked, "What's the matter, are you still uncomfortable?" I nodded, and my mother quickly touched my head. He said to himself, "It's burning again. My son should take medicine quickly, or he will burn his brain and become a little fool. " Said the medicine into my mouth, and let me drink a lot of water, and put a wet towel on my head.

I looked at my mother's bloodshot red eyes and chapped lips, and a tear crept across her cheeks. I deeply felt my mother's love for me, and I secretly made up my mind that I must obey and never make my mother angry again.

The touching story of Jiu and his family (true)

I live in an ordinary family of three. My father is a bad man, but he is terrible when he is angry. My mother always strikes me as a silly little woman, but she is hardworking. I always suspected that she had mild obsessive-compulsive disorder. When I graduated from college, my grandparents moved in with us when they were old. At that time, my grandfather had just died. Before my father brought my grandparents, my grandmother told him that you were our son. I heard that my nose is very sour. He seems to be getting old, and his high back has been bent. I really can't imagine the shape of my shoulder carrying me to the park. When I fought bravely with the naughty strongman, my hair turned gray, which reminded me of my grandfather's hunched back. My tears burst out at night. In fact, when I was a child, I didn't cry or even laugh, but I couldn't stop crying. No one knows about it. Later, grandpa fell down at home. Although it was nothing serious, there was no one at home. I hired a nanny, but I still need someone at home when the nanny is away on weekends. My mother always feels indebted to my father, because my father is sometimes locked at home on weekends and can't go out to play with my uncle, so my mother sometimes feels a little outgoing as a girl. But my father thinks it is more important to stay at home with the elderly, so they will turn into quarrels and finally a cold war. In my opinion, middle-aged people who work every day, whether patiently or physically, can't take care of the elderly, so I will go back to help them on weekends and help them release the pressure accumulated in a week. I remember one Friday, my father told me a joke that an old couple were looking for their first love. They met at the place where they first dated. The old man waited for the old lady for three hours. The old lady came. He was very angry and asked why you came now. The old lady said my mother wouldn't let me come. I'm dizzy, father. You are very busy at work every day. After laughing, I went to my mother and said, go out and play, I wish I were at home. As a result, they said they went to the movies. I cooked at home alone, cleaned the house and cooked dinner for my grandparents, and then washed the dishes alone, only to find that I can't remember the last time they went out together. Only then did I find out that they really have been doing their own thing and spend little time together. They came back late at night, and I was a little worried in the process, only to find that when I was a child, they probably felt the same way. In the evening, I asked my mother privately if she had the feeling of first love. Mom said no, I had a feeling of going out with the old man. I met someone my father knew in the cinema and didn't say hello yet. I said, mom, you don't look old when you dye your hair. Who dares to come and say hello? If you say hello, something will happen. As a result, I ran back to my room before my mother could react. Later, I thought a lot and finally knew the secret of family happiness. Only when everyone always thinks of others can everyone be happy.

I want a touching story about maternal love, not too long.

bloodstain

This is a true story.

Zhang Laohan, who is nearly sixty years old, makes a living by selling herbs. His son is in college. The tuition fee of several thousand yuan a year is undoubtedly an astronomical figure for Zhang Laohan. Zhang Laohan has to get up early and dig for medicinal materials in the dark. Despite this, drug dealers continue to drive down the price of drugs. Just the day before, Zhang Laohan accidentally cut his finger while digging medicinal materials, and the blood flowed down his finger to his forearm, staining a banknote handed over by a drug dealer.

This is a ten-dollar bill. Old man Zhang carefully wrapped it in silk and put it in his personal pocket. As soon as Zhang Laohan got home, his son's cell phone rang, and his son's classmates invited him to surf the Internet. Old man Zhang is used to this way, and probably his son is also used to it.

Zhang Laohan handed the money to his son one by one. When he handed the paper money stained with blood, Zhang Laohan clearly saw the disgust reflected in his son's eyes. But the son still replied, who will have a hard time with money? Although it's dirty.

Zhang Laohan stayed up all night. The next day, he seemed to make an important decision. He put on a dress he seldom wears, a straw hat, a bowl of wine and two bowls of sweet potatoes, and staggered to the county seat.

My son played in the Internet cafe in the county all night, and he will go dancing with his classmates the next day. When he and his classmates passed the most prosperous section of the county, his son saw a deja vu kneeling on the ground. He didn't think much, so he threw bloody paper money at the kneeling person.

"Rich people are rich people!"

"My dad is in the herbal medicine business, and there are plenty of coins!"

"I have a father like you, and I don't waste my life!"

Listening to the appreciation and flattery of his classmates, his son was ecstatic.

But the people kneeling on the ground are heartbroken.

When my son came home at night, he saw a small pile of money on the table: mostly small change and coins, but there was a piece of paper with blood on it, which was ten yuan.

The son paused for a moment and plopped down on his knees.