Mom, you have worked hard to write 500 words.

Who loves you the most in this world? Who is the person who cares for you in every way in this world? Who is the person who gave birth to you, raised you and devoted his life to you in this world? This person is the mother. The following is my mother's hard work. Welcome to reading.

Chapter 1: Mom, you have worked hard.

Mom, I want to say to you: "You have worked hard!" " "

You have been working hard for me since you brought me into this world. Over the years, for me, for our family, you have been running around day and night, looking at the wrinkles around your eyes, your rough hands, and your waist that is no longer straight. I really want to say, "mom, you have worked hard!" "

I remember one time, the final exam was coming, and the amount of homework was particularly large. It's past ten. I haven't finished writing yet. Not only did you not stay up late, but you also encouraged me: "Don't worry, write slowly and write carefully." That cold night, you quickly put on your cotton-padded clothes and brought me a cup of hot milk. At that time, my heart was too hot to say a word. I know, in fact, you are exhausted after a busy day, but you still insist on accompanying me until I finish my homework.

Mom, you have done too much for me, but I am naughty and always make you worry about me.

I didn't do well in the exam once, so I didn't dare to show it to you, but the teacher asked you to sign it, so I didn't show you how to hand it in. I had to bite the bullet and hand you the test paper with trembling hands, and I was very scared. I blushed and bowed my head in shame, afraid to look at you, thinking that you must scold me, but you not only didn't scold me, but also carefully helped me analyze the reasons for my mistake. I asked you tearfully, "Mom, I did so badly in the exam, why aren't you angry with me?" "Silly boy, what's the use of being angry! Not only will it not solve the problem, but it will also make you feel bad about the exam. In the future, you will be afraid of the exam and your grades will get worse and worse. " You stroked my head and said to me with a smile. Mom, it was your words that gave me confidence and made me study harder in the future.

Mom, over the years, I don't know how many mistakes I made, how much trouble I gave you and how many times I hurt your heart, but you forgave me and taught me a lot about being a man. Mom, that's very kind of you!

Mom, now my son has grown up, please believe me. I will try to be better and repay your love for me with my practical actions! "Mom, you have worked hard!"

Chapter 2: Mom, you have worked hard.

I remember when I was a child, my mother often hugged me, but I always liked to touch the hair on her shoulders, which was dark and bright. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful and beautiful mother in the world.

One night, when I was lying in bed, I found my head hurt a little, and there was a very ugly expression on my face. My mother found me a little busy and asked, "What's the matter, are you comfortable?" I said, "Yes, my head hurts a little." So my mother brought antipyretics. After I took it, after a while, my mother asked, "Is it better?" I said, "I still have a headache." My mother touched my forehead and showed an ugly expression on her face. She quickly helped me up and said, "Go to the hospital." I said, "It's already ten o'clock, and the hospital is closed." I think my mother may see that I have a bad fever, and I don't know. But I saw how anxious my mother's eyes were and how much she loved me! Mom said, "It doesn't matter, it shouldn't be off yet." My mother put me in the car and went to the hospital. The doctor said, "Nothing serious, just a bottle of intravenous drip." Mother was relieved. I also fell asleep comfortably. I was already at home when I woke up.

At home, I used to be a young master who reached out to make a living. After this time, I found that my mother is so hard and great. She is the best mother in the world.

Mother moistens me, like the rain and dew in spring, like a piece of sunshine in winter, making me feel warm, like a clear spring in the desert, making me feel emotionally moist. Your love is as warm as the sun, as warm as spring and as sweet as a clear spring.

I want to say to you: "You have worked hard. You gave me a pair of eyes to see the world. You gave me a pair of feet to walk into this beautiful world. I love your mother. "

Chapter 3: Mom, you have worked hard.

Who loves you the most in this world? Who is the person who cares for you in every way in this world? Who is the person who gave birth to you, raised you and devoted his life to you in this world? This person is the mother.

"Mom, wash your feet, and I'll tell you the story of the duckling ..." This is the dialogue in an advertisement I saw when I was a child. Looking back now, I feel a little ashamed. How many times have you washed your mother's feet since childhood? Today I decided to wash my mother's feet.

Today is March 8th Women's Day. After a busy day, my mother finally went home She was too tired to sit on the sofa without changing her shoes. I saw it. I squatted down slowly, took off my mother's shoes and socks and gave her a pair of slippers. Then I went to the bathroom and got a basin of foot washing water for my mother. I touched it just right, neither too cold nor too hot. I put the water in front of my mother and said, "mom, it's really hard for you to run around all day for this family." I will wash your feet today. " After that, I put my mother's feet in the basin, and then looked up and asked my mother, "Mom, is the water hot?" Mom smiled and said, "Not hot, not hot." I'm not busy rubbing my mother's feet. Looking up, I saw my mother's tears scattered in the basin like broken beads. I asked, "Mom, why are you crying?" "Mom is fine, mom is very happy." Mom said with relief.

After washing my feet, I wiped them with a towel and found that my mother's feet were all ground with cocoons. At this time, something happened when I was a child. That winter night, I had a high fever and the clinics in my yard were closed. My mother picked me up and went directly to the people's hospital. When I got to the hospital, the doctor gave me a bottle of antipyretic needle. I was lying in the hospital bed and saw my mother sweating profusely. After a while, the heating in the hospital stopped. My mother quickly took off her coat and covered it for me, but she only wore a thin sweater. At that time, my mother's lips were purple with cold and she was trembling all over. The next day, my mother had a fever, but she sat next to me with a bottle and took care of me. Now my mother is trying to earn money for my school, and she is busy outside all day, and her feet have worn out thick calluses. The thought of these makes my heart ache. I secretly made up my mind that I must study hard and be admitted to a key middle school to live up to my mother's love for me.

Today, on this special day, I want to say to my mother loudly, "Mom, you have worked hard"!

Article 4: Mom, you have worked hard.

I put on the new clothes my mother bought again. The clothes my mother bought with sweat are really warm to wear.

Mom, you smiled. I am a good boy. I will repay you when I grow up. Remember that time. I saw that you were busy and sweated a lot, so I immediately went to get a towel and poured water for my mother. Although I fell, it didn't hurt. But very happy. Seeing my mother, I wiped my sweat on her towel.

Mom, you are ill. I will take care of you and make you better. I remember that when I got up in the morning, I heard my mother coughing. I asked her what was wrong. My mother didn't say anything My mother threw up when I was playing computer. I know my mother is ill, and my temperature is over 39 degrees. I have done many things for my mother. Although it's not a serious illness, I'm also worried. If mom is no longer well, I will be more worried.

Mom, you have worked hard. I won't let you down again. I remember that once my mother washed clothes again, I happened to pass by and saw my mother put down the washbasin and put it on the sofa. Just as I was about to get up, I immediately ran to help my mother pick it up and spilled the water at once. I looked back and saw my mother was about to get a mop, so I ran over and took it to mop the floor. Although I'm sweating, it's worth it. Mother tried her best to smile.

I don't want to ask my mother any more questions, or I'll settle accounts with you. I want a healthy mother. "Mom, don't walk any more, you will be exhausted." I only have one wish, mom, to be happy and healthy every day. I have a good mother. Is it?

Chapter 5: Mom, you have worked hard.

My mother is a post-70s, and she has never been idle since her father went abroad. Looking at one gray hair after another on her head, I can't help thinking of a lyric by Jay Chou: Listen to her, don't let her get hurt, beautiful white hair will sprout in happiness.

I remember once, before my brother (I was even so old at that time), our family lived in the east, and it was freezing and snowing outside. Dad is not at home either. Mom just mopped the floor and had a rest in bed. I rode a four-wheeler leisurely in the living room. 1 of "uh-",the back of my head ruthlessly "kissed" the edge of the tea table. "Wow-",I cried so loudly that I couldn't even feel the pain. When my mother heard the sound, she ran over and saw blood all over the floor and my face crooked with pain. Without saying anything, she ran out of the house wearing a thin autumn coat and carrying me barefoot. But I fainted in my mother's arms ... about 30 minutes later, the light on the hospital bed stung my eyes. I suddenly opened my eyes and saw some snowflake faces in my mother's hair. I almost jumped out of the hospital bed. "Mom, it's okay. No pain. Let's go home. " "This how line, you have a big mouth in the back of the head, stay in the hospital for a few days and go home!" Looking at my mother's firm face, I can only "obey".

When I was 9 years old, my father went abroad and my mother was busier than before. My brother is only half a year old. I spend this and that ... Before he was 40 years old, my mother had several white hairs on her scalp. But the luster on his face is still the same as before. Many people say it's not like a person whose children are all 9 years old.

Now, four days have passed since my 12 birthday, and my mother is getting old day by day. Seeing my mother's radiant and old face, I can't help thinking of a lyric by Jay Chou: I want to grow up quickly and protect her!

Mom, I will always remember your kindness! Because-I am lucky to have a mother who loves me!