Mine is a diary with a topic of 50 words.

Tomorrow is Mother's Day. What gift should I give my mother? Blessings from the bottom of my heart can't be forgotten, but material things can't be less. I was thinking a few days ago. What to buy? I went to the mall today, but I bought her a dress and gave her health care products.

I remember when we were young, I never saw my mother wearing new clothes. The clothes are old, but neat. Mother likes to fold good clothes neatly and put them in her dowry box. There are also two moth balls in the box, which are said to be moisture-proof and insect-proof.

And it is also taken out to dry on the sixth day of the sixth lunar month. It is said that the sixth day of June is called dragon drying clothes, and there are two stories in it, both of which are told by my mother. Legend has it that a long time ago, the sun talked with the dragon king, and the sun asked the dragon king to give it a "boating rain" on the fifth day of May, so as to better show the brave and hard-working atmosphere of the radial hand boating; The Dragon King asked the sun to "dry his dragon clothes" on the sixth day of June, adding luster to his dragon clothes. After consultation between the two sides, every year on the fifth day of May and the sixth day of June, they all hold their own affairs without making any mistakes. But one year, the Dragon King forgot to "row a boat and rain" for the sun, and the sun did not "hang clothes" for the Dragon King. Therefore, up to now, there is still a meteorological proverb "If you don't give me boating rain, I won't give you dragon clothes to dry".

On the sixth day of June, people not only moved their clothes to dry in the sun, but also moved other things to dry in the sun. There is such a joke: there used to be a rich man in Miancheng. He can't read, but he pretends to be knowledgeable. On the sixth day of June, he moved all the books piled at home to dry outside, in order to prove that he was a successful student in thousands of books. When the scholar next door saw it, he lay on the ground, lifted his skirt and let the sun dry his stomach. The rich man stepped forward and asked, "What are you doing?" The scholar said, pointing to his stomach; "I'm printing books." The rich man said inexplicably, "didn't you see my book drying outside?" Why do you put it in your stomach? " The scholar said with a smile, "You take the book out to dry, and I'll put it in my stomach to dry." The rich man was suddenly speechless and didn't know what to say. Although my mother can't read, the stories she told taught us that people should not only pay attention to appearance, but also be knowledgeable.

My mother lost her father at the age of seven. She is the eldest son of the family and grew up independently. Therefore, she is not only strong and brave, but also very enthusiastic, sincere and compassionate. When my mother gave birth to me, my father taught at school, so the burden of doing housework and taking care of our young children fell on her shoulders. According to my mother, when I was a child, I loved crying rather than sleeping. I have been arguing for a hundred days. My grandmother died when my father 17. In order not to affect my father's teaching during the day, my mother won't let my father help me, so I don't close my eyes every night. She has to farm during the day, but she never complains. When I was very young, my mother taught me to do housework and how to be a man. From her, I won the love of my parents and friends. It can be said that without my mother, I am not a person who loves labor, is helpful and compassionate today. My mother taught me all this! I should thank my mother. Everything about her is admirable!

My mother is not only a good mother and wife, but also a filial daughter-in-law. During the 1 year and a half of my grandfather's stroke, he had to sleep in bed because half of his limbs could not move. My mother takes care of his daily life. My mother brings tea and water to grandpa every day, and people who feed rice and water have no complaints. Grandpa was born with a bad temper. One afternoon, my mother came back from the field to cook dinner. My grandfather slept in bed and didn't know it was day and night. He shouted in bed, are you starving me? He didn't even give me breakfast and scolded his mother. Mother doesn't hate him. Go to the bed and ask grandpa softly, are you hungry? I'll make it for you right away, so you can eat some biscuits to satisfy your hunger first. Everything my mother says and does affects me. My parents-in-law have always praised my mother for raising a good daughter. Now, she is almost 70 years old and her health is getting worse every day. Rheumatism is also very serious. My husband and I have prescribed many prescriptions for her, and the effect is not obvious. Seeing her deformed fingers, my heart hurts like a needle. Since then, the disease has fallen. Now it's time for her to enjoy it, but the disease has entangled her. Why does my mother have so many grinders? Aren't good people rewarded? God, why can't my mother be healthy and comfortable in her later years? We will also think of more ways to control her illness and make her happy!

The endless book in the world is Mother. I wish my mother a happy holiday, happiness every day, health and longevity! May the mother of the world have a happy holiday and be happy every day!

2. My mother

My mother is in her thirties this year. She is not tall. There are bright eyes on the high bridge of the nose, shallow crow's feet in the corner of the eye, and a smile on his face.

Every day, when I go to school, my mother always watches me go to school from the balcony While watching, she shouted to me: "Be careful on the road, step aside and pay attention to safety." Whenever I go somewhere alone, she will tell me so. I know my mother is worried about me, loves me very much, and is afraid that I will get hurt. This reminds me of a sentence "My parents are poor in the world".

In life, my mother cares about my growth and takes care of my life in every possible way. Every day when I come back from school, I can see my mother cooking outside the kitchen, so tired that I am sweating and cooking a delicious meal for my family. When washing clothes, I saw my mother's dexterous and beautiful hands, which were thickened by washing powder. At this time, I think my mother must be very tired and really want to help her.

When I was sick, my mother took good care of me and took me for an injection. I cried when the doctor gave me an infusion bag or bottle. At this time, my mother will comfort me and say, "Stop crying and bear it." After listening to my mother's words, I closed my eyes and asked the doctor to hang a transfusion bottle and give me an injection. It really hurts so suddenly.

This is my mother's care for me when I grow up. Her love is selfless, and money can never buy it! I love my mother! I also know my mother's love for me. When I grow up, I will take double care of my mother.

My father

People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.

My father is an educated and noble man. Although he is not as rich as other parents, everything he has done for me is absolutely as good as or even better than other children.

Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying. He is usually busy at work, but in any case, he insists on greeting my study and life every day. Whenever I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to help me. Since school, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said, "No matter how busy I am, children will always be my first consideration."

Every weekend, I go to my father's work. Sometimes when I arrive, I can't bear to disturb him when I see him at work. I just looked at my old father, with a little white hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying. It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.

And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is a good teacher in my study and a good friend in my life. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I do wrong, he will explore the problem from himself and then educate me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.

I am proud of my father. He attaches great importance to the image in life. So his clothes are neat. He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality".

More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know very well that no one can take his place in my life.

Father, don't worry, I won't live up to your expectations. When I grow up, I still remember the way home clearly.