Talk about father washing his sister's feet.

Amid firecrackers, another new year has arrived. Looking at the new clothes, shoes and hair accessories my parents bought for me, I wonder what gift I should give my parents. At this time, an advertisement appeared on TV: a child brought water to help his mother wash her feet. I had a brainwave and decided to wash my father's feet once.

In the evening, I put away the small bench, poured a proper amount of hot water into the footbath, served the small bench and asked my father to wash my feet. Dad was sitting on a small bench, so I lifted dad's trouser legs and helped him take off his shoes. Ah! It stinks! The smell of rotten salted fish and rotten eggs came from my father's feet. I immediately covered my nose and turned my head away in disgust. Dad saw me like this, so he told me not to wash it and let him do it himself. I wanted to readily agree, but then I thought: this is the first gift for my parents in the New Year. How can you give up halfway? So I took a deep breath, turned my head to help my father take off his socks and gently put his feet in the water to wash. After washing for a while, dad's feet still stink, so I brought soap to help dad wash them. After washing for a long time, dad's feet still stink. Watching me endure the bad smell, my father said sadly, "Don't wash it, it won't wash off anyway." I thought about it and asked, "Dad, why are your feet so smelly?" Dad smiled shyly and said, "Walking around in leather shoes every day makes my feet sweat easily. Can your feet not stink when they sweat? "

I feel ashamed to hear that. Dad works so hard for our family every day, but never says a word of complaint. I must wash my father's feet well today to make him feel better. So I added some hot water to wash it and squeezed it harder. Washing and washing, I felt the thick calluses on my father's feet, and I was a little sad. Dad has suffered so much for us. We know nothing, and we don't know how to commemorate him. Sometimes I make him angry because of a little thing. I really don't understand. Thought of here, my nose can not help but grieve.

After a while, the water was cold again. I was just about to boil water when my father said, "No need to add it. Just wash it twice. Don't be tired. " I said, "Dad, leave me alone. I must wash your feet well today. " I added water and massaged my father. After pressing for a long time, the hard skin on the soles of my father's feet gradually softened, and the wrinkles on my father's forehead spread, and a smile appeared on his face. I looked up and smiled at my father, and my father smiled at me. I asked my father, "Are you comfortable?" Dad nodded, enjoying himself.

As far as I can remember, my father seems to have never liked it so much. His expression made me feel uncomfortable in retrospect. As children, we can't share our parents' troubles and hardships just because we are young. Won't we consider doing some small things for our parents to enjoy and relax? There is a story in China's ancient books that "Xiang is nine years old, so you can warm your seats". At the age of nine, Huang Xiang can take care of his father and let him worry less, not to mention us teenagers. I will always work for my parents, share housework for them, reduce their worries and let them enjoy their children's filial piety.

Wash my mother's feet for the first time

On Friday, Miss Wang gave us an assignment-washing our mother's feet. I thought, "My mother used to wash my feet. I have never washed my mother's feet once. This time, I must perform well. "

On Saturday night, my mother was lying in bed reading a book with relish. I ran to the bathroom, received a basin of warm water, crept to my mother's door, gently pushed the door open, and quietly put the basin behind the bed to keep up. I said, "Mom, I'll wash your feet." Mom's mouth suddenly turned into an "O" shape, and a few crow's feet were immediately squeezed out of her eyes. I took off my mother's socks and a scar on her foot came into view. According to my mother, when I was 5 years old, my whole family lived in a school bungalow. One day, my mother and I were playing in the living room. Suddenly, I smelled a smell of burning plastic. My mother shouted bad, rushed into the bedroom and saw the bedroom ceiling burning. It turned out that when the electric kettle was plugged in, the aging wire caught fire and burned to the ceiling. I saw the burning plastic drop by drop on the mosquito net, and immediately a small hole appeared. My mother carried me to the yard, and my father was not at home. However, young and ignorant, I cried and followed my mother's ass. My mother was afraid of burning plastic dripping on my face, so she pushed me with one hand and dragged the quilt out with the other. At this moment, a drop of plastic fell on my mother's foot. Later, with the help of neighbors, although the fire was put out, my mother's feet still left scars.

I put my mother's feet in the basin and rubbed them gently. My mother's feet are so beautiful and white. Suddenly, I touched my mother's heel, which was hard and turned out to be thick calluses. I scratched it with my nails, and the calluses seemed to stick to me. I asked my mother, "Does it hurt?" Mom smiled and shook her head and said, "It doesn't hurt, it's very comfortable." Mom's feet are no longer delicate. My mother is a teacher, and it took 15 years to run around every day before developing this solid sole. I took out a towel and gently wiped my mother's feet. My mother's feet have turned rosy. My mother stroked my head and said, "My baby has grown up and is sensible."

But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays. Today, I finally understand its true meaning.

Wash mom's feet.

Today is Sunday. I am idle at home alone. In the afternoon, my mother came back. I remembered that last week, Teacher Chen asked us to wash the feet of our elders, so I decided to help my mother wash her feet.

I'll prepare a basin, water, towel and soap first. I dragged my mother to the sofa, first rolled up my pants and helped my mother take off her shoes and socks. In an instant, a pungent smell came to my face, and my mother saw it and smiled shyly. I looked at my mother's feet first. They were rough and dull. I thought to myself: Mom is so tired every day, so it should not be regarded as homework, but as a meaningful thing.

Then I tried the water temperature first, and it was just right. I took my mother's feet and rubbed them gently in the water. At this time, my mother's face was filled with a happy smile. There are many thick calluses on my mother's feet. Suddenly, a childhood scene appeared in front of me. It was the year when I was six years old. One night when it was raining cats and dogs, I suddenly had a high fever. After my mother saw it, she took me back to the hospital without hesitation ... I put some soap on her feet to make her feet cleaner. Suddenly, mom's feet are fragrant and white, but the calluses are still there.

After a while, I finished washing. I lifted my mother's feet, dried them and massaged them. At this time, there was a line of tears on her face.

Mom, you have worked hard. I am your good son and will be filial to you in the future.

Wash mom's feet.

Mom, I don't know how many times I have washed my feet since I learned English. How many times have I washed my mother as my daughter now? I even remember my mother's feet clearly. I have never seen or touched them.

Today is the weekend, because I was moved by "gratitude", I came up with the idea of washing my mother's feet to repay my selfless mother and hardworking mother.

Seeing that ten o'clock arrived, my eyes narrowed into a line, while my mother was still knitting a sweater for me. I urged her to go to bed, and then she slipped into the room and took out the basin. The water is also poured, just waiting to be taken out. She promised to take a while, but in fact, a quarter of an hour passed and her hand was still moving. I carefully carried the water to her feet. "Mom, I washed my feet!" I said. Mom somehow, she was aroused by interest, perhaps excitement, and suddenly let go. The knitting needle fell to the ground, and she stood there motionless as if thinking about something. Gently, she sat in the chair, and I took off her shoes and socks, only to find that the calluses on my mother's feet grew a lot. At that time, I couldn't help crying, thinking that my mother had worked hard for me all day and worked tirelessly for me. My mother saw my tears dripping on her feet and smiled and said to me, "Nothing. "In fact, I understand that my mother's heart seems to be crying like me." Mom, when did the calluses on your feet grow? "She smiled and didn't answer me. She smiled so happily, so brilliantly and so simply. It's the first time I've seen her smile like this. When I washed her feet, I found that her feet were much older and no longer had delicate luster.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned, and the scenes just now always linger in my mind and reverberate. My mother's feet make me sad, my skinny hands make me sad, and my gratified smile makes me happy. I will always help my mother wash her feet, so that the calluses on her feet will no longer exist and restore the luster of youth.