Step into life, the first teacher is the mother-the noblest and kindest mother. She taught us to pronounce the first sound and how to be a person.
My mother is an editor. Hard work has caused fine wrinkles on her forehead. When I was a child, I saw my mother concentrate on writing and frown slightly. I asked mischievously, "Mom, why is there a word' biography' written in the middle of your eyebrows?" Mother put down her pen and smiled. Beneath her stretched brow, her loving and eager eyes flashed. My mother sorted out a pile of manuscript papers that she had written, and said, "My mother writes, changes and edits on manuscript papers all day. Why can't the word' Sichuan' grow? " I rolled my eyes. "Then you won't change the manuscript less for other uncles and aunts, will you?" ! "Mom smiled happily:" Silly boy, if uncles and aunts don't want to do more, won't all the manuscripts in the office be piled up? "No matter what you do, you can't just think of yourself, but think of others everywhere, remember?" I nodded in confusion. In my young mind, it was my mother who taught me to be a considerate person for the first time. I will never forget the word "biography" in my mother's brow, nor my mother's teachings. How could I forget? !
My mother always cares about my life and study. After a hard day's work, my mother started fighting in the kitchen again. Our laughter at the dinner table made my mother feel very happy. When I grow up, whenever we have a holiday, she will let me stand by and watch her cook. "To learn the ability to live independently, you can't rely on your parents for a lifetime!" Mom told me. Cooking for the first time, cooking for the first time-although that has become a joke for the whole family, I finally learned it. At that New Year's Day party, the students happily included jiaozi. The jiaozi they wrapped was flat and some of them were cracked, but I wrapped it neatly and firmly, which was really envied by the students. How satisfied I am at this moment. It was my mother who cultivated my ability to live independently. What role will this play in going to society in the future!
Once in the senior high school entrance examination, my grades suddenly fell back by dozens. My mother helped me find out the reasons why I didn't do well in the exam one by one and taught me how to learn. She said that when she was in middle school, she was excellent in all subjects, with an average of 97 points when she graduated from high school. She lived in poverty, starved all day and studied hard under the dim kerosene lamp. Where did she get the spirit? * * * has brought liberation to the people and enabled her to have the opportunity to enter the school. With the determination to serve the motherland and the people, what is the reason for not learning well? It is my mother's repeated education that makes me know from her experience that only by studying hard can we lay the foundation for our future struggle and let our motherland take off in the world. To be a man, you should be as strong as your mother and make a contribution to the motherland and society.
The dialogue in the hazy summer and Kan Kan's clear-sighted teachings are deeply left in my heart. Mom, it's mom, who taught me how to be a man and be a person who can shine like a star in the dark.
Dad taught me how to be a man.
My father is an on-the-job cadre, and his hard-working, simple and rigorous character left a deep impression in my heart. He never relaxed his education to me.
One Sunday, I lay in bed and didn't want to move. Dad "nagged": "I don't do anything. Get up! Get up and wash clothes! " Reluctantly, I moved, but I still lay down. "Get up, don't wash your clothes. Does dad still have time to wash it for you? " . "Wash and wash!" I got up, washed three times and two times, and lay still in bed.
Dad looked at it, shook his head, and his expression became serious: "I am in the fifth grade, and I am still so sloppy." Wash it again! " I have to wash it again, even though I don't want to. But there is no way! I must do as I say! I'm not dirty this time. Dad looked at it carefully again: "That's more like it! No matter what you do in the future, you must be strict with yourself, and you will be successful when you grow up. " I used to have a sharp brain and did everything so-so. As a result, I had to do it all over again. It was better to succeed once.
When my father saw that I was going to school, he "nagged": "Study hard at school, ask the teacher if you don't understand, be strict with yourself, and be …" I didn't want to leave home. Looking back, my father is smiling at me!
Dad taught me to be a person who loves labor, studies hard, works hard and is strict with himself. This is a precious treasure that my father taught me.
My mother taught me how to be a man.
Weeds in the corner can drill out from the cracks in the stone, which is a kind of perseverance; Every bamboo leaf will hang its head, which is a kind of modesty; Qi Xin, an ant, can move things that are dozens of times heavier than them together. This is a unity. But mom, you taught me the most important quality in my life.
When I was a child, there was a big loquat tree in the yard next door, which was golden in summer. You will always hold my hand and stand under the tree for a while, so that I can feel the feeling of "summer". I was thinking, you should like loquat, right? Then one day, I passed by your window and saw you mending a worn-out dress for me. Suddenly I feel that you have paid so much for me, but I have never paid it back. I climbed the low wall, climbed the pipa tree and shuttled with the golden tree.
I picked five or six biggest and brightest pipas and put them in front of your window, thinking: Mom, your favorite pipa. When you saw these golden "elves", you smiled shallowly and suddenly called me angrily, "Xiaoyu, why do we have a pipa at home?" I smiled at you and said, "Mom, I picked it for you." Unexpectedly, you actually grabbed my hand and patted my palm with your hand: "Xiao Yu, how could you do such a thing?" Steal somebody else's pipa, steal! "I am very wronged, but you told me not to cry, to have a backbone, and to have the courage to admit my mistake. I nodded with tears in my eyes, letting the pain in my hands spread to my heart.
In the evening, you wake me up, touch my palm and ask me if it hurts. I shook my head, no pain, already light. Playing with your hands hurts in your heart, so you always hit me with your hands and experience the same pain as me. I know. You put those pipas in my palm: "Xiaoyu, eat, I told grandma next door." I said, "Mom, you eat! I picked this for you. " You nodded, and there was no sound for an instant. Even though it is far away, I still clearly feel your body temperature and trembling body-mom, are you crying?
This is my first time to eat loquat, and I still remember the taste. Later, I found again and again that you always tell me the true meaning of life with everything you have. You will let the children who can't go home for the time being live in my house; You will bury the pain of illness in your heart and want to hide your worries in our hearts; You will occasionally help the people in your neighbor's house and won't pick the object; You will put some responsibility on yourself, so that others will not be so embarrassed ... love, dignity, consideration for others and self-sacrifice. For a moment, I think you are so great!
What you have taught me will benefit me for life. And I, with what to eulogize your greatness-mother!