"Thank You, Mom" ??is a personal narrative essay, requiring 500 words

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A person who is not far away: Mom, thank you. A person who is not far away: Thank you, mom. "Rumble, crash, crash" bursts of thunder resounded through the sky, and little drops of rain fell on the on the ground. After two hours of class, I was so tired that I wanted to lie down on cotton and fall asleep. So, I rushed out of the classroom as fast as possible and looked around to see if my father was coming. But the result disappointed me, but I was not discouraged and still waited. Time flies so fast, it's dark in a blink of an eye, but I'm still standing there wasting away my time. At this time, I was like an abandoned child. Looking around, the figures of strangers always dangle in front of me. In my eyes, they also cast ironic glances from time to time. The sky is dark, no matter how strong the light is, it cannot illuminate me. Watching the second hand go by one by one, I couldn't help but secretly blame my father for not showing up yet. At this moment, a familiar voice echoed in my ears. "Oh, it's mom!" I said excitedly. I saw that my mother was holding a mistress in her left hand, and her weathered right hand was holding a big umbrella. Her slightly pale face, light red lips, small eyes, and her black and white hair were mixed with many small drops of water. . Her eyes seemed to be saying to me, "No matter what, I will protect you." She came to me, smiled and said to me, "Sorry, I made you wait for a long time." I hesitated. Said: "No... no..." Mom looked at me and explained that it was because dad was temporarily busy that he didn't come. As for my mother, she always cared about me and protected me without hesitation. This is something others cannot give. So, my mother and I held an umbrella together and enjoyed it in the rain. . . . . No one can replace maternal love. It is gentle, delicate and selfless. . . . Therefore, we should repay her in the same way. When a mother is tired, a pair of hands can help relieve her pain; when she is thirsty, a glass of water can help relieve her thirst. . . . There are too many things like this, and we should do our best to do them. Let mom know our love and respect for her! All in all, it’s just one sentence: The road is not far away - thank you, Mom!

II

Every time I see the wrinkles on my mother’s forehead, I will think of my mother’s selfless maternal love. ． ． ． ． ．

My mother’s name is Wang Qiling. She is forty years old this year, but she still looks full of energy. She has a pair of piercing eyes. Those eloquent mouths are always used to comfort me when my heart is hurt. Since I was born, my mother has taken good care of me. Even if I have a small scrape of skin, she will put down what she is doing and bandage it for me. Now I can grow up happily, which is absolutely inseparable from my mother's care!

My mother really paid a lot for me. That's two days off in a week. I have a fever, 39° and a half. My mother hurriedly took me to the hospital for medical treatment. The doctor prescribed medicine and said, "It's okay. You'll be fine after taking the medicine." Only then did my mother feel relieved. But at noon, I had already taken medicine twice. The fever still persisted, and time passed by minute by second. Mom was anxious to death. I heard someone say that rubbing ginger on your hands and feet can reduce fever if they are hot. Mom did it right away without saying a word. He wiped my hands and feet warm, and tried to coax me not to cry out in pain. (Suddenly I felt so ignorant) After wiping, I didn’t have time to rest, so I quickly put an ice pack on my head and stayed with me by my bedside. Continuously lower my temperature and try their best to relieve my pain (talk about www.guaze.com). Maybe it was motherly love that moved God, and my body temperature gradually dropped. Slowly, under mother's care. I'm completely fine.

Maternal love is like this, it is selfless and beautiful. In short, I think maternal love is infinite and how great maternal love is! In the past ten years, my mother has spent so much effort on me and given me so much love! I deeply feel that I am the happiest person in the world, because the maternal love I receive is more than the stars and deeper than the sea.

At this moment, I want to sincerely say to my mother who raised me, loved me, and loved me: "Thank you, Mom!"

三

From birth to growing up, there are The person who helps us the most, gives us the most love, and has the most good intentions is our beloved mother. The birth of every child is a painful test and a challenge for many mothers. The growth of every child is the beginning of a mother's hard life.

Every mother has her own way of loving her children, including strict love, encouraging love, kind love, explicit love, and hidden love...My mother’s love for me It is an unknown love, a love reflected in every little thing.

I remember it was another summer day. The wind seemed to be scared away by the sun, and even the clouds disappeared without a trace. I came home from my teacher's house after learning the piano. My mother didn't come to pick me up on her bicycle as usual, so we had to walk to the station and take the bus home. The station is far away from here. We have to walk for a while to get to the station. As we walk on the road, I feel sweat beads flowing down my hair, across my face, and onto the ground. My lips are also dry and uncomfortable. It seems that not only am I very hot, but also my lips are dry and uncomfortable. Even the willow trees on the roadside drooped their heads in the heat, and the cicadas were shouting "Cicada-Cicada-" from the trees. Suddenly, a cool breath rushed towards me. It turned out to be a cold drink shop. "Mom, I want to buy an ice cream to eat." I looked at the cold drink shop and said uncontrollably. "Then go buy one." Mom agreed, and I bought an ice cream that was still steaming cold. "Mom, don't you buy one?" I asked my mother, but she said it was too cold and I ate it. My stomach felt uncomfortable, so I insisted on my mother taking a bite to try it to cool down, but my mother just wouldn't eat it. There were times when my thighs couldn't hold my arms. Finally, at my insistent request, my mother only took a small bite. What she ate was so fragrant and sweet. Looking at my mother, I felt my eyes were a little blurry and wanted to shed tears. If you think about it, since I started learning piano, my mother has been frugal every day and never spent a penny more. She has paid too much for my future. I didn't let my tears flow down for fear that my mother would find out. I couldn't eat the ice cream after I took it from my mother.

The day is still so hot, but I am not hot at all, not because of the coolness brought by the ice cream, but because of my mother's love.

Four

Thank you, mother, because you not only gave me life, but also taught me many principles of life. You are the light that illuminates my path in my life. The bright light is the best teacher in my life.

I remember it was when I was four years old. It was snowing heavily that day, and I fell ill at that moment. I developed a high fever in the middle of the night, and medicine didn’t work. My father was not at home, and he was on duty at work. . My mother had to hold me alone. Because she was in a hurry, she carried me down to the 5th floor wearing only slippers. She took a car and went straight to the hospital. In the car, my mother held me tightly. She was afraid that I would be cold, so she held me in her arms. I took off my down jacket and put it on me. This is when I woke up. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at my mother. I saw the care in my mother's anxious eyes. At this time, my mother said: "Okay." Son, it’s okay, just be strong. A man should be strong. The hospital will be here soon. He will be fine after just one injection.” I said “yes” and turned my head, only to see my mother’s feet in slippers. This made me shed tears. When I fell down, they were moved tears. There was gratitude in the tears, and some were even more grateful. How could I not forget those trembling feet in the cold wind in my grateful heart, let alone my mother’s anxious and caring eyes? Eyes.

After arriving at the hospital, my mother took me to the emergency room, where I met an experienced Chinese medicine doctor. He knew at a glance that the upper respiratory tract infection was caused by inflammation and led to high fever, so he prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs, which seemed to be Shuanghuanglian, and After working hard for a long time on antipyretic medicine, my mother finally completed the payment, picked up the medicine, and went to the infirmary to get the injection. After working for half the night, my mother had not sat down yet and was still covering me with quilt. After a night of tossing, my The fever finally subsided. When we got home, my mother put me in bed and said, "Son, take a nap. Mom will make breakfast for you."

I fell asleep hazily. In my dream, I seemed to see my mother again, regardless of fatigue. When I woke up, it was already broad daylight. My mother heard the sound and walked into my room with breakfast. The porridge was still steaming, and the eggs were peeled. Looking at the steaming breakfast, I also saw my mother's red eyes that had been closed that night, and I felt my mother's everlasting caring heart. At this time I said "Thank you, Mom" ??in my heart again.