The feeling of helping parents do housework at home during the epidemic

The feeling of helping parents do housework at home during the epidemic is as follows:

Doing housework at home, the most important thing to pay attention to is: consciousness and truth. Filial piety is not what others ask you to do, but what you ask yourself to do. Truth is gratitude from the heart, and there is nothing false. As the saying goes, "the grace of dripping water is rewarded by the spring." What's more, parents, relatives and friends pay you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea.

Have you ever handed them a card on their birthdays, brought a cup of warm tea when their parents were tired, and gave them some greetings and comfort when they were lost? They often devote their efforts and energy to us, but how can we remember their birthdays, feel their fatigue, notice the wisps of silver hair, and wrinkles begin to increase day by day?

Gratitude requires you to feel it with your heart and repay it with your actions. So I'm going to try my best to clean at home, fold the quilt and arrange the time in an orderly way when my parents are at work. In short, I will continue to do it, continue to help my parents do some housework and share their daily work. I woke up early on Saturday.

Lying in bed, I remembered what the teacher said, "We must help our parents do housework after we go home and repay them for everything they usually do for us." I always remember everything my mother did for me. I think it's too difficult. My mother usually goes to work again and comes back in the afternoon to do housework and help me. How hard it is.

I must do something for her so that her mother can have a good rest at the weekend. I think I'd better clean up first.

I came to the bathroom in high spirits and got wet with a mop. When the water was low, I came to the study with a mop and saw my father playing with the computer. I really wanted to play, but on second thought, I had to let my mother rest on weekends, so I tried not to watch the computer, just mopping the floor, but I couldn't help watching it. I hurriedly dragged my study and ran for my life.

Then I went to my mother's room. In order to clean up my mother's room, I specially put washing powder on the mop and dragged it around my mother's room crazily. I broke out in a sweat and finally dragged it out. When I saw the floor blooming, I was happy to disappear without a trace, and I was depressed.

A minute passed, and I thought for a long time and began to delay. This time, I'm a little smarter. I dragged it slowly along the line of the floor. Time is not long, but I don't feel tired at all, but I feel happy. I took a break and began to procrastinate. It didn't take me long to finish dragging my mother's room.

I am very happy when I look at the shiny and spotless floor. Suddenly I saw a bottle filled with perfume, so I picked up the perfume and sprayed it several times in my mother's room, and the room was filled with fragrance.

I thought to myself, my mother will be in a good mood when she sees her room so clean and fragrant. When my mother came back from work, she came into the house and looked exhausted. Now it's all gone and she has become radiant like an angel. It turns out that a mother's heart is easily satisfied by her daughter's small "achievements".

"Poor wind." As a daughter, my heart is full of joy. The love of parents is great. They have been working hard for us. It used to be that we were young and didn't know how to honor our parents, but now. We should honor our parents and repay them for everything they have done for us. Hey. I just found it feels good to help my mother.