感謝母親(Grateful mother)

"Mother in the hands line, wandering clothing. Departure sew, For fear. Who is the inch of grass, reported in the apartments." This poem not only illustrates the kindness of mothers and children, but also praised his mother great.
As a child, my mother is my master: meal feeding mother, the dress is my mother taught me how to wear the name is my mother taught me to write ... ... mother is everything, is great.
I grow up day by day, but do not know why, the mother warm smile is no longer common, often severe instead on faces. Only a day with my desk, lamp and numerous exercises. "Do not love me, mother?" I smoke this idea time and again, and again to the denial of times. Think of a child, my mother taught me to write, Beishi, my winter clothes, clean your room in the summer for me ... ... I was eight years old the day, at two, outside, pouring rain, thunder and lightning. I suddenly launched a high fever, and my father was not at home, the mother looked at me, and looked out the window, carefully put on my raincoat, I decided on her own went to the hospital. I lay back in the mother, the mother clearly heard the sound of rapid breathing. My heart almost broke, I said: "Mom, I go down their own!" Mother resolutely replied: "That's how them? You a high fever, how to walk in the rain? Raincoat Phi Yen, do not Lin Zhao. "I can not help but moist eyes. Rain slippery, the mother of a crooked and almost fell down, stand, she anxiously asked me: "OK?" I said: "Nothing!" Mother long sigh, relieved to say: "That's good, that Just. "In this way, mother foot deep, shallow kick to put me back to the hospital.
Because my body is weak, so my mother always find ways to burn I like to eat the food, give me more nutrition. Color, flavor and taste of the braised lion head, crisp and tender and sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy tempting Spicy Chicken; mother would do Cephalostachyum delicious rice pudding, porridge ... ... a lot of students eat the food her mother burned, they are the envy of I have a very good mother would cook, which makes me very proud. Mother was very hard: just after she did not break, they begin to cook; after dinner, and busy busy outside the house. I go home my mother, my mother always asked me: "Your homework done yet?" Only I did my homework, my mother did not let me help her with the housework.
Mother has a small "disadvantage" is love "nagging." For example: This year's Grading application, I apply the zither amateur six. Because high level, so two hours every day practicing Zheng. One day, I did not play the piano should be fun. After her mother know, very angry, began "nagging" the: "Why do not you playing? This test is six, is no longer a secondary, and that take more time to play the piano. Playing the piano and then go out and play not better? ... ... "After listening to my mother, I will not preparing for it. After some effort, I finally made the certificate Zheng six, my mother smile indescribably brilliant.
Mother "nagging" things are infinite in number, and sometimes caused my fun, and sometimes caused my handwriting is not correct, sometimes not as good as my exams due to ... ... but I am grateful to my mother's heart from the inside "nagging", because of this, "chatter," I have today.
Meticulous care of my mother, like the spring sunshine to the kindness of the grass, I can not never repay it high above the mountains, deeper than the sea of Mother Love!
【譯文】
“慈母手中線,游子身上衣。臨行密密縫,意恐遲遲歸。誰言寸草心,報得三春暉。”這首詩不但說明了母親對兒女的恩情,還歌頌了母親的偉大。
在孩提時代,媽媽是我的主宰:飯是媽媽喂的,衣服是媽媽教我怎么穿的,名字是媽媽教我寫的……媽媽是萬能的,是偉大的。
我一天天地在長大,但不知道為什么,母親那親切的笑容已不再多見,取而代之地常常是嚴厲的面孔。每天陪伴我的只有書桌、臺燈和數不清的習題。"難道母親不愛我了嗎?"我一次一次地冒出這個念頭,又一次次地將之否認。想起小時候,母親教我寫字,背詩,寒冬里給我洗衣服,在酷暑為我整理房間……我八歲那年的一天,半夜兩點鐘,外面是瓢潑大雨、電閃雷鳴。我突然發起了高燒,爸爸不在家,母親看著我,又望望窗外,仔細給我披上雨衣,毅然背起我向醫院跑去。我伏在母親背上,清晰地聽到了母親急促的喘息聲。我的心快要碎了,我說:"媽媽,我下來自己走吧!"母親毅然答道:"那怎么行呢?你發著高燒,怎么能在雨里走?把雨衣披嚴,千萬別淋著了。"我的眼睛不禁濕潤了。雨大路滑,母親一歪,險些摔倒,站穩后,她急切地問我:"沒事吧?"我說:"沒事!"母親長舒了口氣,如釋重負地說:"那就好,那就好。"就這樣,母親深一腳、淺一腳地把我背到了醫院。
因為我身子弱,所以媽媽總想法子燒我喜歡吃的菜,給我增加營養。色香味俱全的紅燒獅子頭、又酥又嫩的糖醋排骨、香辣誘人的辣子雞;媽媽還會做香糯可口的八寶飯、臘八粥……很多同學吃過媽媽燒的菜,他們都羨慕我有一個很會燒菜的好媽媽,這使我很驕傲。媽媽非常勤勞:一下班她不休息,就開始做飯;吃完飯后,又忙里忙外地做家務。我去幫媽媽做家務,媽媽總是問我:“你的功課做完了沒有?”只有我做完了功課,媽媽才讓我幫她做家務。
媽媽有一個小小的“缺點”,就是愛“嘮叨”。比如:今年全國音樂考級報名時,我報考的是古箏業余六級。因為級別高,所以每天都要練兩個小時古箏。有一天,我應貪玩沒有彈琴。媽媽知道后,很生氣,就開始“嘮叨”了:“你為什么不彈琴?今年考的是六級,不再是二級了,該多用點時間來彈琴。彈了琴再出去玩不更好嗎?……”聽了媽媽的話,我再也不貪玩了。經過努力,我終于取得了古箏六級的證書,媽媽臉上的笑容別提有多燦爛。
媽媽“嘮叨”事情多得數不清,有時是我貪玩引起的,有時是我字寫得不端正引起的,有時是我考試成績不夠理想引起的……但我從內心里感謝媽媽的“嘮叨”,因為有了這份“嘮叨”,才有了今天的我。
媽媽對我無微不至的關懷,就像春天的陽光給小草的恩情一樣,我永遠也報答不了這比山還高,比海還深的母愛!
愛的力量(The power of love)
Love is the parents is the world's largest love, is in their minds share of family support them, let them come in the heart of the disaster sons and daughters. Kitagawa, May 14, 2008, the parents who struggle with death more than 40 hours after the three-year-old girl Song Xin Yi finally rescued, rescue workers to feed her milk. Her parents live in the time, desperate to protect the fragile body of her, until both passing away, also maintained that posture. Parents touched by the love of God, let the children saved, small Xinyi Zaitianzhiling parents can comfort!
父母之愛莫過于是世界上最大的愛,是他們心中的那份親情支撐著他們,讓他們在災難來臨時心系兒女。
北川,2008年5月14日,在父母身下與死神抗爭四十多小時后,三歲的小女孩宋欣宜終于獲救,救援人員喂她喝牛奶。她的父母在活著的時候,以脆弱的身軀拼死保護著她,直到雙雙逝去,還保持著那種姿勢。父母的愛感動了上天,讓孩子得救了,小欣宜父母的在天之靈可以安慰了!
母親節(Mother's Day)
Each mother is so hard, in order to pay all of their children. That at the same time, how many children know the mother's psychological feelings? May be grown up ourselves, as we grew up at the same time, my mother has long white hair.Her mother would no longer be a mother before, we are still very small, then she just want to have to worry about how we teach, let us grow up healthy. And now? Mothers have to worry about more than those of the ... the growth of each person can not be separated from her mother's selfless devotion, motherly love is animal instinct, not a single world mother does not love their own children. Motherly love is a most noble human love, is not to return the love, the love not reason is simply that the love of.Love love the world of many, the most profound and most sincere least no regrets of the return of love than the love of parents. Family is a perpetual light. Buddhist, said severalfall, rolling in the river to the east, the new generations replace the old world, the only way that parents love their children, ever to break the dead. Since ancient times and tidal wave of ups and downs, you're empty long white clouds, the juvenile did not know the pro-re-ex, the only way their parents about their children only under the brow and the heart.Boundless affection every inch of grass at heart always a difficult task ah three Chunhui.
每一位母親都不容易,為了他們孩子付出。同時,又有多少孩子知道母親的心理感受?也許自己已經長大了,在我們長大的同時,母親也已有長長的白發.在我們很小的時候,母親不僅是一個母親,還得擔心如何教讓我們健康成長。現在呢?母親擔心比其他更多...每個人的成長離不開母親的無私奉獻,母愛是動物的本能,任何一個母親都愛自己的孩子。母愛是最崇高的人類的愛,是不要回報的愛,愛的理由很簡單,對許多人來說,世界上最深刻,最真誠的至少沒有愛的回報就是父母的愛。家庭是一個閃亮的燈。佛說,大河向東流,新世代會取代舊世界,父母愛自己的孩子,即使死亡。自古以來跌宕起伏的浪潮,你就是那內心空虛的白云。誰言寸草心,報得三春暉。
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