600-word composition honoring parents

My mother is an ordinary worker. She never dresses up, but she still wears a little rustic clothes. I envy some students' mothers who have ideal jobs, dress appropriately and generously, and the children who walk around are a little light ... This vanity gradually expands with age. The communication between mother and child is gradually decreasing. I don't know my mother's troubles, let alone ask her.

The afternoon before Women's Day, the teacher assigned a special assignment-washing mother's feet. At first I thought the teacher was joking, but the teacher said, "This is the homework that every student must finish." As soon as the voice fell, the classroom immediately boiled up and everyone talked about it. On the way home, I thought: how to wash my mother's feet? Besides, my mother usually washes my feet! What should I do if I have to finish my homework?

After returning home, I finished my homework, sat in a chair and began to worry. My mother saw my sad face and asked with concern, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I faltered and said to my mother, "Mom, today ... today, the teacher left an assignment ... hmm ..." Just before I reached my mouth, I swallowed it again. "Then sit down quickly!" Then my mother stopped asking questions and went to cook. It's 9 o'clock at night, and I'm still confused. Mother dragged herself to the washbasin and said, "Hui, I washed my feet." Mom's words can stimulate me, thinking: mom can wash my feet, why can't I wash my mother? I grabbed the washbasin in my mother's hand and said, "Mom, I will wash your feet today." Mom, look at me. He said in surprise, "I'm not 70 or 80. I can wash it myself. " "Mom, tomorrow is March 8th Women's Day. This is the teacher's homework. It is also my wish and must be completed. " My mother looked at me and tried to refuse, but I resolutely robbed my mother of the washbasin.

I brought water and sat my mother in the chair. At this time, I felt hot and dry all over. I hesitated and held out my hand slowly. I found my hands shaking slightly. My mother seems to see my embarrassment. She gently pushed my hand away and kindly said to me, "Don't wash it, I'd better wash it myself!" " "No, I'll do it." I don't know where I got the courage. I suddenly reached into the basin, gently lifted water and washed my mother's feet. Ah! There is a cocoon under my mother's foot. I touch it carefully. Ask: "Mom, does it hurt?" She smiled and said, "silly child, how can cocoons hurt?" Remember? You were naughty when you were a child. When I wash your feet, you always beat the water with those little feet, splashing it all over me, and you still laugh. How naughty! Now that you are grown up, you can wash your mother's feet. Mom is old! " I looked up and saw my mother wiping tears from the corner of my eyes. "Mom, I ..." At this moment, I couldn't say a word. I am ashamed of my hesitation just now.

I lifted the water again and rubbed it gently, rubbing it on every part of my mother's feet. Yes, I gently wiped my mother's feet with a towel. My mother smiled with relief and happiness, and I found crystal tears in her smile. At this point, I feel much more relaxed ... I will continue to wash my mother's feet in the future.