When I got home, I threw away my schoolbag and collapsed on the sofa as usual. Day after day, the heavy study pressure made people exhausted. My mother came over as usual, called me into the study, picked up an apple and said slowly, "Have one."
I didn't answer, and my mother began to peel the apple carefully. My mother peeled the apple seriously, with an apple in one hand and a fruit knife in the other. My mother is a very careful person, so she is very careful about everything. The long apple peel rolled down round and round, and I saw my mother's hands, not only old, but also with some small scars, which were not what they were.
Finally, the apple was peeled and round, and the apple skin was not broken at all. It was placed on the table and curled into an irregular ball. I picked up the apple and took a bite. "Why not sweet?" I complained.
My mother was a little disappointed when I put the apple on the table, but she didn't say anything. She just silently cut the apple in half and picked up the apple I bit and ate it.
Soon, my father came back and saw the changed apples on the table. He joked, "Who peeled half an apple for me? Great. " "It's so sour. Throw it away. " I said, looking up at my mother, my mother was still so silent and said nothing.
"How can this work?" Father picked up the apple and took a bite. "This is always someone to prepare. How can you just throw away other people's thoughts? " Father ate slowly and made a crisp sound. I turned around and saw the relief on my mother's face. In an instant, my heart was touched and my face was burning. I feel sorry and embarrassed for the first time since I entered adolescence.
"Zhu Dexiao comes first." Many times, parents give us a happiness, a happiness, but we often turn a blind eye. When our parents help us, we will rudely refuse. When a family is happy and harmonious, there will be hardships, but parents are always fighting that hardship alone, so let's enjoy happiness.
Have you ever heard of birds? Yes, it is what we call a crow. Crows are very filial to their parents. When crows are old and can't fly, little crows will fly around every day, not afraid of wind, rain and heavy snow, looking for food everywhere. When I found food, I didn't want to eat it, just like my parents fed me when I was a child. Because crows especially revere their parents, the ancients called them "filial birds". I was also moved by the filial piety of crows.
Maybe you will ask, "How much is filial piety worth?" I want to tell you that in this world, some things can be measured by a standard. A few dollars can buy a good book, and a dozen dollars can buy a hamburger we eat. However, some things really can't be measured by money, such as parents' hard-earned money buying things we like without complaint, such as the priceless filial piety of the little crow feeding the old crow! Filial piety is priceless!
China, with a history of 5,000 years, has a tradition of "putting all virtues and filial piety first" since ancient times. Filial piety is something that our generation should advocate and inherit.
Parents' love for us is selfless. They gave us a beautiful life and brought us into this world. Give us luxurious food and let us grow up healthily and happily; They also met all our unreasonable demands at any cost. ...
So, how can we repay our parents? Maybe you're like me. I made a wish of filial piety to my parents from the bottom of my heart. I believe it will be a long time, and I believe I will succeed. By then, we can be filial to our parents. However, we all forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the shortness of life, forget the kindness that the world can never repay, and maybe when we want to repay our parents, they are already dead. It is better to start now than to regret it then. Let's start with a cup of warm water, a big and sweet apple, a basin of hot foot bath water, a focused back massage, a caring conversation, a caring word and a grateful hug, and thank them for everything they have done for us!
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Let's repay our parents' selfless love with our priceless filial piety from now on, like a little crow!
Essays 5 and 3 on the topic of filial piety are the season when peach blossoms are in full bloom, covering the ground and picking up a petal bearing filial piety.
The peach tree in the corner of the yard is my favorite. Every day when the flowers bloom, grandpa will take out his beloved camera and let me take pictures in front of the peach tree. Peach blossom must be the most beautiful in his heart!
At this moment, it is the peach blossom season. I was thinking about when to take a picture under the peach blossoms, but the nightmare came unexpectedly-my uncle had a stroke and was sent to the hospital for rescue! Before the operating room, my family paced back and forth anxiously, and my heart drifted away from the joy of peach blossoms and became dull. Surprisingly, the good news of the successful operation came one after another, and everyone was relieved. Even so, it still caused the uncle's left leg to be paralyzed.
My uncle lying in the hospital bed, staring out the window, followed me and was overjoyed-it was a few peach trees! There are some flowers and bones on the branches, but they haven't opened yet.
A few days later, the peach blossom outside the window was no longer stingy with its posture, and it was also the day when Grandpa was discharged from the hospital.
Pushing a wheelchair, my uncle asked me to push him under those peach trees. Obviously, after a serious illness, grandpa wants to see peach blossoms most. Clusters of peach blossoms crowded on the branches, just like delicate little girls, welcoming us with pink smiles. Grandpa smiled, in front of his favorite, everything is nothing-including illness, and the eye-catching wrinkles should be deeply engraved.
Under the peach tree, man and nature are more harmonious. At this time, uncle grabbed my shoulder with his hand and stood up slowly. I immediately stabilized the wheelchair with my right hand, let him slowly get down from the wheelchair and walk slowly to the peach tree.
Facing the fragrance wafting from the trees, without hesitation, I immediately understood my uncle's voice-it was time for me to take pictures of him. I took my mother's mobile phone, helped my uncle sit under the tree and set up the camera. With a click, the camera becomes an eternal picture: tall and dense peach trees are like a parasol, dotted with clusters of purples. Grandpa sat down and smiled for a long time. I helped my uncle up again when he crawled away. ...
Peach blossoms witness filial piety. It is another peach blossom season, and unusual filial piety blooms at this moment. ...
Filial piety mother hand thread, make clothes for wayward son, she sewed carefully, thoroughly mended, for fear of delaying his time to go home, but how much love an inch of grass has won three times. Parents' love for their children has always been a poem. Fortunately, respecting the old and loving the young is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Nowadays, with the continuous improvement of people's living standards, it seems that respecting the elderly and loving the young has gradually faded. I really don't know if this is progress or retrogression.
I don't know how to cherish, but I am very sad to lose.
There is a family where the mother gave birth to three sons and raised them hard. After retirement, the old man often goes to his three sons' houses to do this and that, but the three sons are used to it.
As the days passed, my mother's health got worse every day. Finally, one day my grandmother left, but the three sons didn't shed a tear at the funeral.
But after a while, the three sons were sad to see the terrible situation at home, because their hardworking mother had left, forever.
Now some people regard the old man as a servant who doesn't pay wages. I want to take a bath and boil water. I want to eat, hurry to get it; Why is it so dirty here? Didn't you sweep the floor today? What are you doing there? Don't sweep yet; Some clothes are going to be washed for me soon, and I have to work for the old man tomorrow, but I finally got this sentence: I have a freeloader. Alas!
In addition to these, there are more ridiculous and irritating. I have seen such a scene-on Mother's Day, my son was holding a snack in his hand, staring at the TV, and casually said to his working mother while chewing: Today is your holiday, don't do it, leave it here and do it tomorrow!
You see, you see, alas!
Alas! Wake up, sleeping people, and repay your parents with your sincere heart!
An apple and a portion of seafood are the scales of love. We can't let the glorious tradition of respecting the elderly become history!
Twenty-four Filial Pieties, an old book advocating feudal filial piety, has been circulated in China for hundreds of years and is almost a household name. Some of these stories have been refined, such as Crying Bamboo Shoots. Let's talk about it later!
The hero of this story is Meng Zong. Maybe that's why he lost his father when he was young. Let him be more filial to his mother! One year, his mother was ill, and she didn't get well. She didn't even want to eat. At this time, Meng always sees it in his eyes and hurts in his heart! How much he hopes his mother will get better as soon as possible, even if she wants to eat some rice! Finally one day, Meng Zong's mother said to him, "Son! Strangely, I suddenly want to drink bamboo shoot soup. " Although Meng Zong knew in his heart that there were no bamboo shoots in winter, he promised very well. After that, he went deep into the forest to dig bamboo shoots. When I came to the mountain, I saw a vast expanse of whiteness. Meng zong couldn't say the taste in his heart. I thought about my feelings and burst into tears. He kept saying, "Oh, my God! Why can't I realize my mother's little wish when he is heartbroken? " He opened his eyes and saw bamboo shoots growing in the soil. Meng Zong was overjoyed. At home, he cooked bamboo shoots for his mother, and her mother drank soup.
Really sincere, the stone is open.
Meng Zong cries bamboo, which shows how much he loves his mother. This cry is not a complaint of cowardice and incompetence. Mother is dying, with only one small wish. The son is dissatisfied, helpless and guilty. This pure filial piety is exactly what people yearn for and admire. And I'm still eating, and I'm still haggling over every ounce. Compared with Meng Zong's supremacy, I am simply ashamed! On weekdays, my mother often works hard for our affairs, but we never care about or consider her hard work.
It was a hot afternoon, and my mother asked me to go to the street to buy a watermelon. I was quite satisfied when I bought it. I didn't expect everything to be "red and white". I ate red while my parents were away, and let my father eat white.
I want to tell children all over the world that I hope we can worry more about our mothers and have less burdens. More filial piety and less selfishness; More care, less indifference.