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My close contact with my mother

In the autumn dusk, there is only a trace of sunset, trying its best to pour out the afterglow of the setting sun.

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My mother is old, but she tries her best to hide her aging. In fact, I just want to win my daughter's favor, but I feel more pain.

My mother has walked many roads, and her feet have crossed countless muddy wetlands.

I saw my mother washing the dishes at night. I hurried over and saw his big sweat beads. I said to my mother: "Let me do it!" My mother refused, so I forced her to do it. He grabbed the bowl and said, "You can go and have a rest! I can do it." The mother had no choice but to return to the bedroom. After a while, I finished washing the dishes and walked into the bedroom happily and said to my mother: Let me wash your feet! Mother sheepishly agreed.

I brought a basin of hot water, and then put my mother’s feet in the basin. I couldn’t help but feel a chill in my heart. The blue veins were showing off to me, and the gray and yellow toes looked like dead branches. Laughing at me. What a pair of feet those are!

That was when my teacher asked me to drop out of class in elementary school, and my mother tried her best to stop the teacher from running around! Those were my mother’s busy feet looking for a tutor for me after my grades dropped! Those were the feet that carried my backpack to the dormitory and then hurriedly left in order to prevent me from suffering.

Looking carefully at my mother's forehead, there are wrinkles of different depths; on her head, white hair stands proudly. Although I had expected that my mother would have these symptoms as she grew older, I did not expect that there would be so many of them, and she would appear to be far beyond her current age.

For whom it is grown, for me, for my failures and falls again and again. My mother worried so much about me and worked so hard for me.

Mother, like the remnants of late autumn facing the cold winter of frost and snow, is still trying her best to cover up her own shortcomings of aging day after day, holding on in the cold wind.

I cried...