An essay about my mother's illness, but I heard there was a cold current. She helped me knit a sweater overnight and saw her red eyes.

When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"

I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.

My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.

I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...

I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after she dyed my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.

And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.

Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...

Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She used her life's hard work to get everything around me. ...

On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...

I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...

Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?

Mom, I have a lot to say to you. This is a little time I squeezed out of my busy schedule to tell you.

Every parent wants your child to succeed. In order to make us "famous" and "settle down", you have been forcing us to do things we don't want to do. Mom, you are no exception. You left me in the cram school and let me do endless extracurricular exercises.

On weekends, there is no classmate who doesn't like it. However, I hate weekends very much, and even wish I didn't have any weekends. Because students can go out to play on weekends, I go to cram school and face composition class, reading class, English class and Olympic math class all day ... in this way, I can only do my homework at noon on Friday and on Saturday and Sunday nights. If the teacher has a lot of homework, I don't even have time to rest. I have asked you for a little time to play countless times, but you casually said, "Time is squeezed out. You can play after you finish the cram school and finish your homework. " Hey! There is no time to play.

I remember that year's National Day, my cousin called and asked me out to play. I wanted to take the opportunity to relax, so I couldn't wait to agree. I was going out when you came back from shopping. You stared at me and said loudly, "Do you want to be lazy?" ? Have you checked your homework? I was so scared that I hesitated and said, "I checked." ... I checked. "You don't believe it, so you open your exercise book again. I really didn't know why you didn't believe me at that time. After reading your homework, you take out some exercise books for me to do. You said, "You can play after you finish these crossed-out exercises. Whether you want to play or not is up to you. "I was happy to open my exercise book, which surprised me. When will you do so many exercises? This is not to say that you are not allowed to play? ! Then, you called your cousin and said you wouldn't let me go.

Mom, I want to say to you, please give me a free space to grow up, no grades, no exercises, no room for complaining.

One of the things that moved me the most.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love.

Time flies like running water, and many memories fade with the passing of days. But one thing impressed me deeply-deep maternal love. That morning, I went to school with my schoolbag on my back. My mother handed me an umbrella and said, "Want Want, the weather forecast says it will rain today, so take an umbrella." I looked up at the sky. This is evident in Wan Li. How can it rain? I dropped my umbrella and ran out the door.

Just after school at noon, suddenly there was lightning and thunder, and suddenly the rainstorm poured down. All the students with rain gear went home, and the others were picked up by their parents one by one. As it happens, my mother has a high fever these days and is still taking intravenous drip. I don't think anyone will pick me up. I was sitting on the side of the road alone, anxious and hungry. I can't help feeling sad when I watch the heavy rain pouring down from the window.

At this time, a familiar figure appeared in the heavy rain. Oh, it's mom! The strong wind and the heavy rain seemed to engulf my mother. My mother struggled towards me.

"Jingjing, come and put on your raincoat." Mom said as she took off her raincoat and put it on me. At this time, it is raining harder and harder. Mother's hair, face and body were soaked through by the rain. Looking at "wet" mother and her pale face, I couldn't help crying again. ...

An umbrella holds up a sky, and the umbrella my mother loves gives me happiness and happiness. Although it has been a long time, it has always touched me and taught me to be a good person and study hard. ...

It was raining in Mao Mao, and I was sitting in the classroom, but my heart was outside the cloud nine, thinking about the thing that moved me.

I remember that it was a summer vacation day. It was raining in Mao Mao, and my mood changed with the weather. At this time, the two men quarreled, which made my head big. They are honesty and lies.

Honestly: "tell mom that she is very gentle and won't hit you." "Don't listen to him, it's strange that mom doesn't hit you!" Lies are called out. "You talk nonsense, mother is very gentle!" Defend yourself honestly. ..... What are they arguing about?

It turns out that when I was playing computer, I accidentally broke the crystal music box my father gave my mother, which was my mother's favorite thing! However, I broke it.

I collapsed on the ground and didn't know what to do. After some ideological struggle, I decided to summon up courage and admit my mistake to my mother.

When my mother came home from work, she saw the debris on the ground and was furious: "Who broke it?" Trembling with fear, I whispered, "mom, I'm sorry, I accidentally played with it." Please scold me. " My voice is as small as a mosquito hum, but my mother still heard it.

I hung my head and waited for the storm to come. But unexpectedly, my mother didn't beat and scold me, and said gently, "It doesn't matter, my mother doesn't blame you. Children who have the courage to admit their mistakes are good children. " My mother's words soothed my soul like spring breeze, and my eyes filled with tears.

Suddenly, a bell pulled me out of my memory. It is still raining, but I will never forget that summer that moved me.

When I first came to this school, I got help from many classmates. What moved me most was that I wrestled and Cao helped me take medicine.

Once in physical education class, the PE teacher asked us to run around the playground three times. At the teacher's order, we ran away. I ran and ran, and my shoelaces were loose. I stepped on my shoelace and fell down. The teacher didn't know that the fall made my knees burn. I picked up my pants and found a lot of blood on my knees, a lot of bruises on my skin and a seam in my meat.

A group of classmates gathered around and began to talk noisily. Some said, "Call the teacher quickly!" Some said "Help him into the teacher's office quickly", while others said "Stop bleeding quickly". After listening to these words, my heart is warm. When my good friend Xiao Ming found out, he quickly helped me up, walked into the teacher's office, took out the medical bag from the cupboard, rolled up my pants and took out a cotton swab to stop the bleeding. When the cotton swab touched the wound, a sharp pain welled up in my heart. Xiao Ming saw it and quickly blew air conditioning on the wound and wiped it to distract me. He said, "This wound is not small. Let me sterilize it for you." Xiao Ming took out a cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol and blew cold air while rubbing. Finally, Xiao Ming helped me wipe the mercurochrome, and I felt much better.

This is what moved me the most.

There are many touching things in life, which are hidden in our hearts like pearls at the bottom of the sea. Today, I will choose the brightest pearl to show you!

It was a morning a few weeks ago, and I was very unhappy because I had a conflict with a classmate the day before. I trudged into the classroom, only to find that everyone was staring at me with strange eyes. I panicked and asked my good friend. When I learned the truth, I was very angry because I was very angry yesterday and told Gong Yuan. He asked me about my homework and everything related to the dispute. I didn't expect him to say it! This is a big secret! I immediately flew into a rage. Without thinking, I rushed to Gong Yuan, who was being promoted, and shouted, "Bah! You big mouth! " Say that finish, then angrily left. The class stopped talking, and Gong Yuan stood there motionless. ...

I'll never talk to him again! I keep repeating it in my mind! After the morning reading, I sat in my seat alone and got angry. Hum! How dishonest! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and I cried at once. "Hey, come here!" I looked up and said, well, you have the face to see me! That's right. It's Gong Yuan smiling at me. But in my mind, it is simply a weasel giving a New Year greeting to chickens! "Can you come out for a moment?" He said quietly. I wanted to say no, but I thought, let's see what he has. Anyway, I'm going out to see if he eats me So I got up and walked out of the classroom with him. He took me to one side of the corridor, where there were not many people. I'm nervous. Does he want to fight me? After ... I saw the original bow smile and took out a small paper ball folded several times from his pocket. It looks mysterious. "Say, I go to see. I must! " He gave me the paper ball carefully, and as soon as I took it, he quickly dodged. What's his plot? Are there any mice in it? Or threatening letters ... my hands trembled and slowly opened the paper ball. Every time I open a layer, my heart beats wildly. Finally, I opened it. When I saw it, I was startled. God, there are more than 800 "I'm sorry" written on it, each of which is so neat and densely covered with the whole paper. My tears welled up again, but it was happy.

Later, I gave Gong Yuan a paper ball full of "Never mind". He smiled as if to say, "You finally forgive me!" I laughed too.

This incident really touched me. Although Gong Yuan and I didn't talk much, the messenger of friendship built a bridge between us and solved the contradiction. I will keep this precious friendship forever. After all, it is more beautiful than pearls.

Today, I think this matter is still deeply touched, and a heat flow warms my whole body …

3. In my mind, there are many things that I can't forget, like meteors that cut through the night sky, dazzling. In these past events, one thing left a deep impression on me.

It's a sunny Saturday morning. I got on the bus and went to school to dance. At the hotel station, a gray-haired grandmother came over. The conductor's aunt hurried forward to help and turned to look for it. What a crowd today! At this time, she smiled and asked kindly; "Which passenger gave his seat to the old man?" The originally lively carriage suddenly became silent. Some people turned to look out of the window, some people took out their mobile phones and bowed their heads, and some people closed their eyes and dozed off. My heart was pounding and I lowered my head. "Grandma, please sit with me," suddenly there was a powerful voice in the carriage, and people looked at it in unison. I saw an uncle in his thirties, dressed simply, standing on the edge of an empty seat, holding the crossbar with both hands. Grandma smiled and thanked again and again. The trunk is as lively as before. The car drove really fast, and soon I arrived at the hospital station. My school is opposite the hospital. When I got off the bus, I looked back and saw that the uncle was about to get off. At the moment when he lifted his leg, I saw his left foot wrapped in thick gauze and limped to the hospital after getting off the bus. ......

I was shocked, and a sense of shame came to my mind. Although the uncle hurt his foot, he bravely stood up and gave up his seat. I am a healthy pupil and a young pioneer, but I can't even do this little thing well. From my uncle, I learned his spirit of self-sacrifice, respecting the old and caring for the young, helping others, and his perseverance in overcoming diseases without fear of difficulties. His noble qualities are worth learning from me and everyone else. In the future, I must be an excellent young pioneer who is ready to help others and respects the old and loves the young.

One day in the summer vacation, I walked into a folk paradise alone.

I see many interesting things, and I really want to play, such as skyscrapers, land-water wars, spacewalks, and whitewater ... I really want to play, but I just come for a walk. How can I afford to play?

Visiting the whole folk paradise, bored, walked out of the gate of the paradise. At this time, at the door, I saw a mother-in-law running into a folk paradise with an altar of eight-treasure porridge. When she passed me, I heard a voice-coming from the jar. With my experienced ears, I know this is the voice of money. Isn't that the sound of coins hitting the jar of money? Why is mother-in-law in such a hurry in the park with a jar of money? Crazy? However, when I saw my mother-in-law's expression, I knew she must be very anxious and eager. That look full of worries and worries. ...

Walking out of the folk custom, I found that there was no one on a stall selling ham sausages. If I'm not mistaken, it's the mother-in-law who just did business in this booth. I learned from other people's comments: "The reason is that my mother-in-law's children have disappeared. Maybe she walked into a folk paradise. My mother-in-law was worried about her children and the stalls, so she took the money jar and rushed into the folk paradise to find her children." So that's it. At this moment, a police car came this way. My mother-in-law ran out of the park at this moment, and passers-by stopped the police car. I don't know why passers-by stopped the police when they got off the bus. My mother-in-law came to complain about the pain, but she was out of breath. Somehow, people who knew explained it to the police, and people who didn't know it came to join in the fun.

When the police knew the whole incident, they quickly said that they would go with her to find the children, but she was in a dilemma. At this moment, a passerby came up and asked, "Do you think there is a child over there that is yours?" My mother-in-law turned around and saw a three-or four-year-old child brought by a passerby. The child cried as he walked. When the mother-in-law saw it, she cried with joy and hugged the child.

This is the end of the matter. This incident moved me very much. Let me see the hardships of my mother and the greatness of maternal love. I must love my mother and my motherland. Study hard and repay my mother's expectations of me.

In my memory, I cherish something that moved me very much. Whenever I think of it, a feeling of gratitude will come to my mind.

That was after my third grade. One winter morning, I got up a little late and hurried to school. After the first class, I habitually looked at the schedule and suddenly saw that the third class was a writing class, but I didn't bring my pen, so I was anxious. Dad is in class, and I can't help me take my pen home. Mom is at work, and I can't help it. But I think my mother has a soft heart. Maybe she can ask for leave to help me. I rushed out of the classroom with an IC card and dialed my mother's phone. My mother scolded me on the phone. "Wait, I'll send it to you right away!" "I took a long breath and stood in the corridor waiting for my mother to appear.

After a while, my mother really appeared at the school gate. I hurried downstairs and saw my mother's new pen. I wonder why I haven't seen this pen before. Mother saw my idea, wiped the sweat on her head and said, "Silly girl, go home and get it." The whole school knows. I just bought it at the stationery store. Go back to class. " On such a cold day, my mother is sweating profusely. I looked at my mother guiltily, my heart was warm and my eyes were wet …

This pen looks "weather-beaten" now, but it will always be the most beautiful in my heart because it contains my mother's deep love.

There is such a person who will always comfort you when you are sad; There is such a person who will always warm you when you are hungry and cold; There is such a person who will never abandon you when you have nothing. That person is-mom.

I remember someone saying, "I can care about everything in the world, I can give up everything, but I can never forget my mother's tears."

Blowing the bubble of memories, my mother's tears flashed their own colors in the sun.

Tears of heartbreak are blue. As a mother, the happiest thing is to see the smiling faces of children. Their innocent smiles are priceless.

Disappointed tears are bleak ashes. In ancient times, Meng Mu moved three times, just hoping to give children a good environment to make them useful. But how many children, regardless of their mother's tears, persist in indulging in Internet cafes and don't go home. Who saw the anxious mother in the temple and asked everywhere in the dark: "Have you seen my child?"

So, what color should mom's tears be?

My mother has no prominent family background, but she is an ordinary hardworking rural woman. Unfortunately, she can't read. However, there is no denying that she is a good mother.

Dad runs around all the year round, struggling for the livelihood of his family in the wind and rain. Everything at home falls on my mother, who holds up a sky for my sister and brother with her thin shoulders, so that we can concentrate on our studies with peace of mind.

When the farm is busy, my mother is like a high-speed spinning top. She is busy outside and has no time. She just ate a few mouthfuls of rice and then went to work.

I finally survived the busy farming, and I think my mother can finally have a rest. Unexpectedly, she went to find odd jobs again, where wages are calculated by the hour.

Come back in a hurry, go in a hurry, there is no time to rest. Overtime is uncertain, usually from 10 to 12: 30 in the evening, and sometimes later. After such hard work, his income is only 20 yuan, but in order to supplement his family, he has a lot of tuition fees, so he has to do so.

This kind of torture, the iron body can't stand it, and my mother has left many diseases since she was a child, all caused by too much work. At night, I often have chest tightness, heartburn and stomach cramps, and I went to many big hospitals. The doctor can't see it either, so he can only prescribe some tonic to nourish him. When she is in pain, she often puts a thick quilt against her chest or a hot water bottle to relieve the pain. She often loses her appetite for this, but in order to maintain her strength, she reluctantly eats something liquid. No matter how tired she is, she will get up in the morning to prepare breakfast for us.

Several times, I secretly cried. I really can't bear to watch her suffer from fatigue and illness. I want to bear these pains for her. I hate my powerlessness. I can only try to share some housework and try to get a rest time for her.

Later, I accidentally knocked over a box in my mother's room, and the contents of the box were scattered all over the floor. Oh, my god It is full of transcripts of my brother and I from childhood to adulthood. My brother's grades are gratifying, and each of mine is wrinkled like a bubble. Suddenly I understood that the potholes above were my mother's tears. Tears can't help but gush out. I think my mother is as numb to my scientific and technological achievements as I am. I never knew that I had hurt her so much. Mom gave everything for us. The only thing I can do is to stop her crying. I'd rather let it be my memory.

Motherly love is as subtle, profound and inclusive as the sea! So mom's tears should be pure white.