I want a warm composition about my family.

The sky is quietly coming to us, the spring breeze gently blows the flowers red, and the spring rain quietly moistens the leaves. We are as vibrant as red flowers and green leaves. Who ever thought who let the spring breeze and spring rain moisten us silently?

Who cooked a delicious breakfast for us when we got up in a hurry in the morning? When we hurried out of the house with our schoolbags on our backs, whose figure lingered at the window and looked around? When we returned to the farm with a tired body, who had cooked the bath water for us? Who quietly put a glass of milk at the corner of the table when we were studying late into the night? What kind of person can do so much without asking for anything in return? It's mom.

Since childhood, my mother has always been the closest and favorite person around us, asking questions, knowing the cold and knowing the heat. Before we could express ourselves clearly, my mother took pains to teach us English. When we were unable to protect ourselves, my mother used her broad and selfless love to shelter us from the wind and rain without hesitation; When we thought we were going to get rid of her shelter when we grew up, mother looked at us silently and carefree; When we are happy, my mother smiles at us with bright eyes; When we are sad, my mother knows that she can't help us, but she is still sad with us ... My mother has done too much for us, but she never asks for anything in return. What a generous and selfless love it is!

Since ancient times, many scholars have greatly exaggerated the greatness of Feng's maternal love, which has given us something we can't forget. We get far more from it than we pay, learn to be tolerant, understand, be broad and think for others, but what have we done for our mother? Do we just accept my mother's free love with peace of mind? Shouldn't we do something to make mom happy and proud?

The beautiful May has quietly arrived, and the air is filled with fragrance. In this warm season, the eternal theme of May is Mother's Day. What should we do for our mother on this ordinary and special day?

Mom doesn't want gorgeous and expensive jewelry or expensive gifts. The best gift for her is ourselves. Perhaps just yesterday, a budding carnation, a clean and tidy tablecloth and an innocent smile made her feel gratified. Because-children grow up and know how to love their mothers. This is telling mom: mom, I love you!

Yesterday was the second Sunday in May, Beautiful Mother's Day. However, for every child who loves his mother, every day is Mother's Day. Let's hug his mother in the tenderest mood and tell her, "Mom, I love you!" " "

Feel feelings

Affection, like a road sign in confusion, guides you the way forward; Family, like a lamp, illuminates the life you should go; Affection, like a cup of tea, can warm your heart.

My mother is an ordinary woman, but in her ordinary life, I saw her extraordinary side.

I remember when I was in the first grade of primary school, I played on the playground with my classmates. Suddenly, I seemed to be pushed down by a force and my chin hit a stone. My classmates sent me to the infirmary, and the teacher said that I should go to the hospital to get some stitches.

After learning the news, my mother put down her housework and rushed to the hospital at "superluminal speed".

In the hospital bed, I was very scared. I saw the doctor fiddling with a needle, and suddenly, fear turned into countless tears pouring out of my eyes.

At this point, my mother ran into the ward, took my hand and comforted me all the time, saying, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine! Mom is by your side, I will always be with you! " I stopped crying and turned to look into my mother's eyes. For the first time, I found my mother's eyes so big, so bright and so charming. Gradually, I fell asleep.

I only vaguely remember lying on a warm and strong back. It shook gently, like a cradle, but it didn't wake me up.

When I woke up, I was already lying in a soft bed at home. At this time, I will never forget who put a spoonful of nectar in my mouth and who relieved the pain of my wound with caring eyes. It's her-my beloved mother.

Although she asked me many questions, I didn't answer them. I don't want my voice to break the silence at the moment. I am thinking, if time can stay, please let it stay at this moment.

Outside the window, the stars are staring at this place with their eyes open, and the moon shines the brightest moonlight into this warm hut. They are quiet and don't seem to want to break the silence.

Family is like honey, which gives you a sweet taste; Family, like a clear spring in the desert, can help you when you are in trouble; Family is like a ship, carrying you on a long voyage.

Affection is a clear sky that clouds cannot cover!

/view/6a240efff705cc17552709f0.htmlmaternal love in lace dumplings.

When I was a child, jiaozi was a big event in my family. At that time, life at home was tense, so we had to wait until the first day of the Lunar New Year to eat jiaozi. Ordinary days, including a meal in jiaozi for the first time, naturally became a holiday for the whole family. At this time, my mother was dignified and proud, kneading dough with one hand and stuffing with the other. The stuffing is fragrant and soft, and the dough is moderate in hardness. Finally, the washbasin was clean and didn't touch a star of flour. Then my mother instructed my father and my brother to watch fire, roll skin and deliver skin, which was quite like a soldier on the battlefield.

Generally, my mother always wraps jiaozi with two kinds of stuffing, one is meat and the other is vegetarian. At that time, the circular curtain was divided into two yards of jiaozi with different fillings, like a game between two armies, separated by the Chu River and the Han Dynasty. My brother and I often make trouble, confusing Jiaozi, and my mother is not angry. She poked her finger at my brother and me and said, "Come on, mom will teach you how to make lace jiaozi!" " My younger brother and I watched curiously, and my mother gently pinched the wrapped brim of jiaozi's hat and made a lace tassel, which was very beautiful, just like a little girl wearing a garland on her head. We didn't know that my mother had played a little trick. She mixed all the jiaozi with meat, which made my brother and I swallow with surprise and joy. My father and I ate those vegetarian jiaozi.

Those hard years and mom's Lace jiaozi gave us unforgettable memories. However, these memories didn't begin to clear up until they became fathers, as if they had been sleeping, and we had to wake them up at the cost of experience.

Since I was able to write a few books, my family's economic situation has improved, and jiaozi is no longer the Eucharist. I think of those miserable days when I was not sensible, and I think of the scene when my mother struggled alone after my father died. I think at least I can't let my mother be wronged again. Once I took my mother to a restaurant outside and opened a foreign meat dish. She shook her head again and again: "Mom is old, her legs and feet are not neat, and she is too lazy to go downstairs!" " "I used to buy fresh fish or seasonal vegetables in the vegetable market and make them myself when I got home. My mother doesn't like them very much. Hardly had she taken a few bites when she put down her chopsticks. I smiled at my mother: "You, you really won't enjoy happiness! "

Later, I realized that although there are many kinds of food in the world and people's appetites have changed, my mother insisted on eating only jiaozi. That's the best recipe her old man has cooked for decades. I know the only way is to keep jiaozi. Whenever I buy back the meat stuffing, my mother sees that jiaozi is going to wrap it up, so she immediately puts on an apron, mixes the dough first, and then wraps the stuffing, never letting others intervene. This spirit has returned to our childhood.

On the second day of that year, the whole family also hired Jiao Zi. I want to give my mother a surprise, because this day is her old man's birthday. I wrapped a jiaozi with sugar stuffing, wrapped it in a circle of jiaozi with a curtain, and then said to my mother, "You will be very lucky if you eat this sugar stuffing jiaozi today!"

Mom shook her head again and again and said with a smile, "How can I be lucky to eat so much jiaozi?" Said, and she personally put jiaozi into the pot. Jiaozi, like a small whitebait, churned up and down in the tumbling water, full of vitality. Looking at my mother's dim eyes, I can see that she wants to eat that sugar dumpling!

The hot jiaozi brought the plate and the table. I put three jiaozi on my mother's plate first. The second jiaozi mother bit the sugar stuffing and cried out in surprise: "Yo! I really ate it! " I said, "How else can you say you are blessed?" Mother narrowed her eyes with laughter.

In fact, my mother's eyes are really dim. She didn't know that I had played a little trick, and wrapped a marked jiaozi with lace candy, which was once wrapped by her old man's tutor. Lace jiaozi is full of maternal love. Now, I want to please my elderly mother with lace jiaozi.

Remember a blue rain umbrella.

My sight was blocked by a blue rain umbrella for so long. ...

That blue is as clear as the sky.

When I was a child, when it rained, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella. My head is blue, my shoulders are blue, and everything I can see is a blue sky without rain.

Later, on a rainy day, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half of her sky was gray, and the wind mixed with raindrops fell into her gray sky. My mother's shoulders are wet, and the hair on my forehead is wet, but I am still in a blue rainless sky.

"Mom, the umbrella is crooked," I warned. "No, the umbrella is not crooked." Mother replied softly, and my eyes rested on the oblique umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."

Later, when I grew up, I didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard. I used to think that I had forgotten.

Maybe it's a coincidence, another rainy day and that blue umbrella. Under the umbrella, my mother and I hold an umbrella. I am about the same height as my mother.

My eyes unconsciously fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was mixed with the scene when I was a child. My mother is shrouded in a blue rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.

"The umbrella is crooked," my mother reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked," mom repeated. "Mom, it's really not crooked, it's not." There was silence for a long time under the umbrella, but when I turned around, I caught a glimpse of the glittering water drops across my mother's face and cheeks.

The faded umbrella reappears the blue that was as clear as the sky before.

Finally understand, for a long time, my mother propped up a rainy day for me. Now, I want to give my mother a happy day, although Meng Jiao said, but how much love for inches of grass won three blessings.

So my eyes are tied to a blue umbrella. I am the one who fights under the lamp every night, and I am the one who shuttles to the cram school every weekend. ...

All this is because of the oblique blue umbrella.

That blue, clear as the sky, makes my eyes dare not move, never dare to move.

I don't know if it's good.