Impulsive mother composition

My mother is tall, neither fat nor thin. She has a few shallow wrinkles on her forehead and often has a smile on her face. My mother is a kind-hearted person. She has taught me to be honest and generous to others since I was a child. She has cultivated my good character since I was a child. I remember there is something I can't forget. It was a hot afternoon, and the sun was roasting the earth like a big fireball. I sat in the room and kept fanning myself, but beads of sweat kept rolling down. I said to my mother: "Mom! The weather is too hot, so hot! I want to eat popsicles." My mother said, "Let's go, I'll take you to buy some popsicles." Then she picked up her wallet. When I got to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose the popsicles. My mother took out a 50-yuan bill from her wallet and handed it to the uncle who bought the popsicles. After my uncle changed the money, my mother and I hurried home. When I got home, my mother counted the change and said to herself: "Eh? That's not right. One pound is 7 yuan. How can I get 45 yuan back?" When I heard this, I said happily: " Great! The people who bought the popsicles were really confused. They gave me an extra 3 yuan. Mom, can you give me the extra 2 yuan?" My mother glared at me and said angrily: "It's an extra 2 yuan. We should send it back. , Don’t be greedy for those small gains! Besides, it’s not easy for people to sell popsicles!” After saying that, my mother braved the scorching sun and gave them 3 yuan. When I went to bed at night, I couldn't sleep in bed. Thinking of what happened during the day, I suddenly realized that a person should start from small things, and he should not do something sorry for others just because of a small gain in front of him. This incident has taught me a lot. I love my mother and I admire her from the bottom of my heart. Even if the voice of family affection is as gentle as the whispering of willows, it will affect the whole spring. --------Inscription There is also dance in ordinary life, and there is also song in trivial matters. When there is love in life, there will be beauty; when there is true love in life, there will be many touches. The waves of the memory chip took me back to that unforgettable day in that month—the scorching sun at noon. I walked on the way home happily, imagining the sumptuous meal my mother had prepared for me, and I couldn't help but salivate. It seems that the fiery sun has become gentle, the sweat on the face is sweet, and the air molecules are filled with the aroma of food. ． ． ． ． ． Wow! I stepped into the door and ran to the restaurant happily. After a thorough search, the smile on his face froze: not even a grain of rice could be seen, let alone a "Man-Han Banquet"! Feeling a little disappointed and dissatisfied, I couldn't hold back my impulse and ran to question my mother. I saw her lying weakly on the bed. When she saw me coming in, she turned her head. Her face was a little pale, and the pink on her lips faded, but she still managed a smile. I stood like a wooden figure, my heart was blinded by "anger", my chest always seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, I couldn't spit it out, and couldn't swallow it. "Why don't you have time? I won't eat!" I slammed the door and walked out of the house. ． ． ． ． ． My stomach was really unsatisfactory, and I started to sing the empty city plan within the first class. I no longer had the intention to go to class, and a layer of sweat broke out on my forehead. I thought uneasily: There are still three classes left, how should I survive! "People are iron, rice is steel", I have finally realized its connotation. Finally, the class was over, and I lay weakly on the table. Suddenly, someone tapped me on the back. I turned around and saw my friend handing over two packs of "senbei" and said, "You are hungry, eat it!". I took it as if I had found a treasure, and my face felt relieved. I was truly worthy of being a close friend! At this time, my friend added: "Auntie asked me to give it to you. She said you didn't have lunch because she was afraid that you would be hungry." I was stunned, and there was a feeling of guilt in my heart, like an electric current. Like a tremor. After school, I was the first to rush out of the classroom. As soon as I entered the house, I hugged my mother and said out of breath, "Yes... I'm sorry!" My mother was stunned for a moment, then gently hugged me back, caressed my head, and said She replied childishly: "It doesn't matter." I looked up at her and burst into laughter. Why is my mother still so childish? Love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward in the darkness; love is a poem that warms the eager heart in the cold; love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring, and the fruit in autumn. Deep love is a scenery that I will never forget in this life. The clear and warm spring water of the river will always be in my heart.