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Touched Sun Meng, a class one in the kitchen of a five-year boarding primary school, there are many things that moved me in the long river of memory. I have experienced these touching things myself and witnessed them myself. What moved me most was watching this story on TV that day. One night, the mother had just washed her little son's feet after a hard day's work. Then the youngest son sat at his desk and did his homework. At this time, my mother walked into her mother-in-law's room with a basin of warm water. The youngest son secretly followed his mother to the door of grandma's room and stopped. It turned out that his mother was washing grandma's feet. All this made the youngest son see clearly. He understood that his mother would come to grandma's room to wash her feet every night. He stood there staring for a long time. I think my mother is too filial and tired. What should I do for my mother? He turned back to his room. After a while, his mother came out of his grandmother's room, and the younger son followed his mother's example and walked into his mother's room with a basin in his tender little hand trembling. The mother looked at her son doubtfully and asked, "Son, what are you going to do if you don't do your homework?" The son replied, "Mom, I'll wash your feet!" " "At first, the mother didn't agree with her son, but with the repeated entreaties of the younger son, the mother agreed. The youngest son rubbed his mother's feet back and forth with chubby little hands, just like a mother washes her children's feet. At this time, the younger son looked at the tired mother's face and showed a sweet smile. The youngest son thinks his mother's smile today is the most beautiful. The mother stroked the child's head with calloused hands. She smiled happily and tears came out. Mother only said one word-son, you are grown up and sensible. Although this story is a few shots on TV, it deeply touched me. It shook my heart. I am also my mother's daughter, but why didn't I wash my mother's feet? Why am I not as sensible as my youngest son on TV? After watching TV, I thought for a long time and suddenly seemed to understand. Parents work hard for their children all day, and years have added white hair to their heads. But when they are away from home, they are always thinking about us. Every few days, they will call to ask how their children are doing, and there are always endless words. It is "poor to bear the wind." When they made a little money, their first thought was his daughter. It's been on TV for a long time, and I'm still sitting there thinking ... Dad seems to be right in front of me. Life is a movie, a wonderful performance and a touching story. Play it again, and the touching scenes will reappear in your mind. Looking back on my growth process reminds me of that time: it was a cold winter and it was snowing heavily outside the window. It happens that today is my day to go to school. I thought, how can I go to school? It's against school discipline to go tomorrow. Go today. The road is long and slippery. How long will it take? Anyway, I really want to go to school today, but I'm afraid to tell my father. Just when I hesitated, my father saw my sad face and seemed to see my thoughts. My father said to me decisively, "Daughter, you can't delay your study. Dad will take you to school today! "Say that finish, he pushed the old motorcycle out of the house and took me to school. At this moment, my heart was moved by the deep fatherly love. The cold wind cuts your face like a knife. Indeed, how can cold weather not make people feel cold? What's more, the father who only wore an old coat that his uncle gave him! He shielded me from the cold wind. What reason do I have to say cold? A powerful force increased my enthusiasm. Although I am cold, my heart is warm. Suddenly, my father asked me, "Daughter, are you cold?" I was about to answer when my father told me, "Dad knows that you are cold, and you don't want to make it difficult for Dad, do you?"? "alas! It's all my fault that my father can't buy you a car, but I will try my best to make you enjoy happiness. You are a poor child. My father knows that you have suffered a lot more than other children, but you have to trust my father. Although I have no money, you should know that my father is an ambitious man, my dear daughter! I have wronged you for several years. " I can't help but shed tears. I looked up and stole a look at my father. I saw his eyes were red, and my tears flowed on my face like broken beads. Don't! It's my heart, and tears flow into my young mind. Ah! What an ordinary father! An ordinary father, an indomitable father, a different father, but I felt a special love from that ordinary words, a freeze of love, which awakened my heart and made me have the same resolute character as my father. I should be ambitious and study hard. For an instant, I seemed to feel a ray of sunshine of love warming my whole body and inspiring me. Tears. For sincere and heavy fatherly love, affectionate words awakened my young heart, and heavy fatherly love warmed my heart. Didn't the vivid picture at that moment move me? This story touched me in our life. What moved us may be a book, a movie, a person ... but what moved me was a touching thing. The story is about a man who is less than one year old.