Women's Day Gift to Mother

Perhaps, before Mother's Day, the students all gave their prepared gifts to their mothers. Some are music boxes, some are crystals and some are colorful flowers ... but I don't like any of them. No matter how good the gift is, no matter how expensive the gift is, it is not the money given by the mother. Maybe the mother doesn't like it, because adults and children have different aesthetic concepts. Nevertheless, in order to show your kindness, mother will nod and smile and say, "I like it very much!" " ""how beautiful! "Something like this. Actually, I don't like it at all How can they be willing to use their hard-earned money to buy some useless things? They would rather buy some good books for their children with money. If parents say they don't like it, children will be unhappy. In order to make children happy, they have to play together. But my mother is different from others. She is very frank.

I still remember one time when I was a child, watching other children give gifts to my mother. To show my filial piety, I asked my mother for some money on the pretext of buying books.

Buy a present for mom. I chose a windmill that can rotate. I gave this gift to my mother, who was kept in the dark. I thought my mother would be very happy, but what I never expected was that my mother scolded me: "Mom bought these junk things with her hard-earned hard-earned money?" What's the use of giving me these? Mom is not a child, how can she like it? "

That lesson made me never do such a thing again. If you just want to do your filial piety, make your own money and buy a gift for your mother, so that you can understand the hard work of making money and how hard money is. From then on, every Mother's Day, I will make a holiday card for my mother and tell her everything in my heart. This habit continues until the next semester of the fifth grade. When I was in the sixth grade, I stopped sending cards to my mother because it was both energy-consuming and time-consuming. Yesterday's "March 8" Women's Day, I "contracted all the housework" for my mother, brought her a cup of tea and called her back. In my opinion, it's free of charge, which reflects my mentality well. Isn't it the best of both worlds? Mom will be very comfortable. However, I think going up a flight of stairs is the most precious and best gift for her mother, don't you think so?

Mom, I love you in my own way.

My mother is a typical oriental woman, smart and virtuous. She is willing to give everything for her family, her husband and her daughter. She devoted all her energy to family building. But I am not a good boy in the traditional sense. I didn't want to blindly listen to my parents' opinions since I was a child. I have always adhered to my principles and always wanted to go my own way. Because I always think that more often, my parents and I are equal, and I hope they can respect me. Although my mother and I often have conflicts about this, she finally accepted my "harsh" requirements with the tolerance of maternal love. Maybe I can't do traditional filial piety, but I love my mother in my own way.

I think it is the greatest wish of parents that children can get real happiness and live independently. Although living according to my parents' wishes can make them happy for a while, they will still feel sorry for me for a long time if they can't get real happiness. So even if it often gives my mother a headache, I still have to go my own way. Maybe it was painful at first, but when I succeeded, my mother was happier than anyone else. She knows that her children have really grown up.

Mother is a handy person, and any housework can't beat her, especially cooking. It's a pity that my daughter didn't inherit any genes in this field. As a child. I also studied hard all kinds of needlework, such as knitting, embroidery, sewing and so on. I promise I will study hard every time, but I always want my mother to help me clean up the tragedy. After numerous failures, my mother finally gave up the desire to train me to inherit her mantle.

How I wish I could knit a sweater for my mother, but I can't even knit a rag; How I wish I could embroider a beautiful orchid on my mother's shirt, but unfortunately I will only break my finger; How I wish I could sew a skirt for my mother, but in the end the skirt turned into a rag; How I wish I could cook and cook a delicious meal for my mother, but unfortunately I can't even cook porridge. I am a clumsy daughter. I can't ask other capable daughters to help my mother with housework and share her hard work. Fortunately, I have my own way to make up for it. I will make facial cleanser, hand cream and face cream for my mother. I hope that time will not take away her beauty, and that hard work will not dry her hands. Maybe I didn't do as well as those famous brands, but my mother felt it and understood my efforts. Holding my mother's rough hand, thinking about her efforts for me, I feel that I have done too little.

Although my mother won't read this article, I still love my mother in my own way. Although I can't express it, my loving mother can feel it. Although there are not many things I can do for my mother, everything is sincere.

Today is March 8 Women's Day, and I really want to help my mother have a happy holiday.

When I got home at noon, I found delicious food on the table, but I couldn't see my mother. Suddenly, I heard the sound of washing clothes. I went to the washstand and saw my mother washing clothes. I said, "Mom, you go to eat and I'll wash." Because today is your festival, I want to make you happy. ""Can you do that? "Mom asked with a smile." Yes, "I said. Mother went to eat with a grain of salt.

I rolled up my sleeves, took out a dress, soaked it in water, and then soaped it and wiped it hard. Rub and rub, my hands are red, and there is still some oil on my clothes. I have to wash it with a brush and then wash my clothes with clean water. I washed some clothes, and my mother came over and looked at me hard. My mother smiled, so happy, so gratified.

In the evening, I hurried to help my mother wash the dishes. I put the washed dishes in order. Mom saw it and said with a smile, "So this is the holiday' gift' that Yaoyao gave me!"

Although I am more tired than usual today, I am very happy because I let my mother have a happy holiday.

An Unforgettable Day —— Dedicated to the Mother of Women's Day on March 8th.

March 5, 2004 is my most unforgettable day. At noon, we finished eating early, and my mother drove me on the street with her bike. I am so happy, because my mother took me to choose a long-awaited brush and ink.

We came to the town and carefully selected it. My mother watches this and that for a while. Pay attention to the nib for a while, wet the nib with water for a while, and the nib rotates clockwise in my hand. I was thinking. My mother told me that this method is mainly used to check the quality of brush hair. If the brush hair splits when rotating, it won't work well. I am very excited because I learned how to choose a writing brush.

My mother and I arranged the pens and put them in the basket in front of the bike. I sat behind my mother, holding her waist in my hand and humming a cheerful song to go home. ...

On the way home, an unexpected thing happened while going downhill. My mother tripped over a stone on the front wheel of her bicycle. I only heard her shout "No!" " "My mother and I rolled onto the gravel road. In order to protect me from being run over by my bike, my mother was anxious and pushed my bike out. I held me with my other hand and I slipped off my mother's back. When I got up from the ground, I found my mother still lying on the ground without saying a word. Maybe it's too painful. Maybe my mother didn't want me to be scared. My mother covered her forehead tightly with her hand, and the blood was still oozing through her fingers. I was startled and cried anxiously, "Mom, what's wrong with you? "After a long time, my mother looked up at me and said softly," It's okay. Be brave. Mom has a rest. "I'm so nervous that tears are coming out, and there's no one around. I told my mother that I would go back and call grandma, and then I ran forward. Just run not far, my mother stopped me, "son, you don't go back, the road is anxious and afraid, there are many vehicles, what should I do if I hit you?" "Dad and grandpa are not at home, and your grandma's feet are inconvenient. If you are in a hurry, it will be bad! "

I looked at my mother's painful and anxious expression, and that's it. After my mother had a rest, I helped her lift her bike and walked slowly on her way home. When I got home, I went to call Uncle Zhang, the surgical director of the hospital. When uncle Zhang and I went home, we saw my mother cleaning the wound in front of the mirror. It was already evening when mother went to the hospital to sew the wound.

In retrospect, this day is unforgettable! Although the ink has spilled on the ground, I understand what brave, decisive, calm and great maternal love is from my mother's calm eyes!