"My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nursed me, cared for me and answered me." Do you want to be grateful?
I remember when I was in kindergarten, I was very weak and went home with tears in my eyes several times. At that time, my mother didn't say much, just held me in her arms. For an instant, I felt so cold that I surrounded my body and brushed away the tears in my eyes for me. I snuggled in my mother's arms, and my mother stroked my hair, and I fell asleep unconsciously. Mom's arms are so warm and comfortable.
In primary school, at that time, although I was gradually sensible, I still couldn't give up my father's thick shoulders and the feeling of flying. Every time I resist walking, I ask my father for a back. Father always said with a gruff smile, "OK, while I am still strong." Then hold my shoulder.
At the age of thirteen, I have grown up gradually, without my mother's warm arms and my father's thick shoulders, and I am a little more shy. But when I was growing up, I still had my family to take care of me. When crossing the road, you are faced with a speeding car. Even though I have learned to avoid "ghost", my mother's rough hands still hold my hand firmly, for fear that something might happen to me. When eating, my parents think the best dishes and the most nourishing soup will be placed in front of me one by one. Almost where my chopsticks stayed, my parents' eyes shifted. When I do my homework, someone will always turn off the dazzling yellow light and turn on the mild white light for me to remind me not to be too tired.
Parents' love is like water, so smooth and slowly trickles into our hearts. Like soil, it is so fertile and selflessly nourishing our bodies. It is fire, so blazing and blazing, that ignited our enthusiasm.
Pieces of memento mori pieced together, I found that the original affection is priceless, interest-free and intangible. Then, at the age of fifteen, should I do something? Should I do something for my parents with my meager strength? For example, can you try to be happy with your parents, just as they are with you? In ancient times, Huang Xiang warmed the bed for his father. Can you do it now? Knowing how to be grateful, "Zhu Dexiao comes first." Isn't it? Appreciate your parents and their love for you. It doesn't need to be earth-shattering, just do something that you can with your heart.
I think I will not only enjoy my family, but also be grateful to my family.