Time makes people old, but what is not old is family. No matter where we are, relatives will always be our most solid spiritual pillar and ideal emotional sustenance!

I can trace back to my childhood and recall that touching feeling. At that time, I often went shopping with my grandmother. In order to go to the food market, I have to walk on the sidewalk and cross the road. After work, cars come and go in the street, and the endless stream of people hurried by. Old, grandma's legs look clumsy and can't walk fast. She walked beside me with a vegetable basket and talked about trivial things.

Cross the road and you will find the food market. Grandma suddenly stopped. He held the basket in his arms and extended his right hand to me. ...

Suddenly, my heart trembled. What a familiar gesture. ...

In primary school, you also have to cross a road to get to school. Grandma is worried about my accident and walks me across the street every day before turning back. When crossing the road, he always holds my little hand in his hand, leads me to the other side of the road, and tells me again and again, "Don't cross the road when there is a car coming" and "cross the road with others" ...

I vaguely remember that cold night-in the middle of the night, I suddenly felt a torrent coming in my mind, and my eyes were blurred and pain wrapped around me. At this time, there came an anxious and kind voice: "Does it hurt?" Wandering around me, I slowly opened my eyes and found my mother carrying me to the hospital. The wind and rain made the hot mother walk hard. In this dark night, my mother's pale face, which was wet by rain, looked so awake. I looked at this face and felt very strange. It was completely different from the young face before. Does time really fly as people say? A sudden pain in my heart made me angry. I regret how I could talk to my parents in that hateful tone before. In this painful but not painful mood, I deeply felt my parents' affection-a burning heart.

I learned to ride a bike from my father when I was six years old. At first, my father took my car and I rode it. Half an hour later, my father released the car without my knowledge. I turned to talk to my father, but I didn't see anyone else. I suddenly panicked. I only heard a clang and fell down. My mother, who loves me the most, rushed to help me, but her father stopped her and said, "It's really useless. She cried when she fell and let her get up by herself. " I looked unhappy, so I quickly got up to help the car and rode it. I want to prove that I have this ability. At the moment I got on it, I remember a smile on my father's lips. ...

Without sunshine, there would be no warm days; Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, the world would be lonely and dark. I am grateful to them from the bottom of my heart. From the moment I went to middle school, I vowed that I would try my best to be kind to my loved ones in their lifetime. Whenever and wherever, I will treat them as they treat me and let them live a better life in the future-this is my greatest obligation. I know that no matter what I say or do, it is not as good as their love for me. Because that is the most precious thing in one's time.

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Let's be grateful to our family, and thank our relatives for everything they have given us! Fashion-seeking mother

Recently, major newspapers and entertainment weekly are discussing one thing, how to be a new woman in a new era, which can attract the attention of her mother, and she has begun to practice new women.

At first, she used the weekend to go shopping outside, often leaving early and returning late, bringing back "results"-big bags of fashionable clothes. Then he stood in front of the mirror and changed one by one, muttering, "Wear black clothes in winter and red clothes in New Year." Ah! Or the best green ... "mom, give me a break, your mouth is almost behind your ear!" But she did not forget to add: "Clothes make the man, and gold depends on the Buddha". Then he hummed a tune and went into the kitchen. Oh, my God! It's unbearable.

Next, my mother began to buy cosmetics again. Moisturizing cream, sunscreen ... a whole set of dressing tables. My dad couldn't stand it anymore, muttering, "He's seventy or eighty years old and still stinks." My mother was angry: "Who is seventy or eighty years old! I call it a young mind. You are backward and old-fashioned, but how can you slander my new image ... "It was terrible for my father. He accidentally touched the organ and made my mother scream again." Alas, a woman's love of beauty!

Then a few days later, my mother fell in love with the internet again, talked about QQ, and named it "telephone pole". When she got home, she showed off in front of my father and me, saying that her netizens all said that the name had personality. Seeing my mother pretending, my father and I really didn't want to tell her the "truth", so we could only laugh when the old horse entered the kitchen.

Not long ago, my mother watched Super Girl on Hunan Satellite TV, and she was very infected. Everyone will ask if they have watched Super Girl, and if they meet like-minded, Lao Ma will sing a few words. What about "Qinghai-Tibet Plateau" and "Eighteen Bends of Mountain Road"? They are in line with her "The Roar of Lions", and I don't want to listen to them after listening to them once. No one has any side effects. It's very helpful to help you lose weight! My whole body is protesting the noise of "15 1db", but my mother is pushing her luck, singing and dancing. No wonder the floor is a little concave recently. ...

This is my mother, an avant-garde and fashionable mother than her 16-year-old daughter. We really need her in this family, otherwise how can we have so much fun?