My daughter washes her feet with milk powder.

But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays. "Parents gave love for free, and we can't return it. But as a child, you must do it and do it well. Washing my mother's feet is a trivial matter, but it expresses my heart. Today I will talk about washing my mother's feet.

That day, the teacher told us an article about how to be filial to our mother, and asked us to wash our mother's feet. I thought it was ridiculous. What can we learn from this little thing? I don't understand. However, I always do what the teacher says, so I still regard it as a task.

As soon as I entered the room, I said to my mother, "Mom, shall I wash your feet today?"

My mother smiled and said, "My daughter is sensible and knows how to do things for her mother. Well, you should wash her feet today! " "

In the evening, I ordered a pot of warm water and took it to the living room. My mother is sitting on the sofa watching TV. I put my mother's feet in the water and washed them carefully. Although the skin on my mother's instep is tender and the soles of her feet are full of small holes, I can't bear to look at it. I know that every time the wound opens, my mother will feel a sharp pain. When I touched the crack in my mother's foot, many past events came to my mind. These small wounds bear witness to the hardships my mother has paid for me. Tears fell when my heart was sour. I wiped away my tears so that my mother wouldn't see it. After I washed my mother's feet and applied some moisturizer, a smile appeared on her mouth. Although my mother didn't say anything, my heart was sweeter than eating honey, because it was the best reward my mother gave me.