Write 85 words about the most touching thing about your father or mother

The years are without a trace, the flowing time, in the blink of an eye, a week has passed, we must have something impressive, take action immediately to write a weekly diary. In order to make you no longer have a headache for writing a weekly diary, the following is a weekly diary I have compiled for you about gratitude to parents, welcome to read, I hope you can like it.

When we are sick and can't get out of bed, it is our parents who are always by our side; When we failed in the exam, it was our parents who encouraged us; When we do something wrong, it is our parents who educate us.

I remember one time, in a math test, I scored more than 80 points, I had never scored more than 80 points before, and I walked home dejected. When I got home, I was doing my homework very slowly, and I was writing my homework weakly, and suddenly, my mother walked in, and he looked at me abnormally and felt strange. Just ask me:

What's wrong? So unhappy. "I'm slow:

I didn't do well in the math test today......While talking about it, my mother must be angry, and she must teach me a good lesson. However, what is surprising is that she did not get angry, did not want to teach me a lesson, but patiently helped me explain what was wrong and how to correct it. When my mother saw my puzzled face, she said:

It doesn't matter, one failure does not mean that you are not excellent, and there will be a second or third success waiting for you in the future. "After listening to my mother's words, I was more energetic.

When I was in my life, my parents always bought me cakes to eat, new clothes to wear, and new toys to play with. But Mom and Dad never forgot their birthdays. I think that when I grow up, I will definitely give them a good life.

There is a saying called, "Words are grassy, and the reputation of the tomb is repaid by Sanchunhui". No one can repay the kindness of our parents, all we can do now is to study hard, now is our parents to take care of us, and when we grow up, it is time for us to repay our parents' kindness.

Mother's love is a ray of sunshine in the darkness that illuminates our way forward; Mother's love is a flame in the cold, warming our cold hearts. Mother's love is deep, great, and meticulous. I didn't understand it before, but since that night, I have deeply felt this delicate and selfless love.

That night, I wanted to eat apples, so I asked my mother to peel them for me. My mother looked very happy and responded, "Okay!

I hurried to the refrigerator, picked out a big, red apple from the refrigerator, and walked into the kitchen with a smile. I thought to myself: Mom knows that I want to eat fruit, so happy, I want to eat more fruit in the future, so that Mom will be more happy.

I saw my mother pick up the fruit knife from the stove and peel it carefully, for fear of cutting the tender and juicy flesh. Suddenly, my mother's hand slipped, and the sharp fruit knife cut my mother's hand, and blood flowed. But my mother didn't care, just pulled a few tissues to stop the bleeding, and picked up the fruit knife to continue peeling.

After the apple was peeled, my mother cut it into small pieces and served it in a bowl. Then it was carefully brought to me. I immediately devoured it.

Halfway through the meal, I realized that my mother was standing by and watching me eat with a smile. Puzzled, I asked my mother, "Why don't you eat it?"

Mom still smiled and replied: "Apples are nutritious, you are growing taller, you need to supplement nutrients the most, these apples should be eaten by you!" "I won't give up :

So don't you need to take supplements? "Mom is old, there is no need to supplement nutrition, these apples are still for you to eat!" ”…

At this moment, my eyes moistened, and I felt that this apple had a special taste, and I thought, this is the taste of mother's love!

Little Fulvio sat down at the dinner table and wrote a bill to his mother: three hundred lari for milk, one thousand two hundred lari for cleaning the kitchen, six hundred lari for three times for wiping dishes, one thousand five hundred lari for shoe shine, and eight hundred lari for four cutlery, for a total of four thousand four hundred li. The mother saw it and said:

I'll write you a bill too! When the son heard this, he thought it was strange: "Have you done something for me too?"

Yes, some small things. After saying that, he wrote: Cooking for it for eight years 0 lari, washing for him for eight years 0 lari, sewing jackets and trousers for eight years, and guarding him for 100 nights when he was sick 0 lari, a total of 0 lari.

Little Fulvio looked at it and thought it was strange: "Why are they all 0 larry?" Mother smiled and said

Because what a mother does for her child is unpaid. In short, I give you the four thousand four hundred lari you have earned. "No, Mom, I don't want a single larry, because your bill is a thousand times more than mine.

Yes! Our mother's love for Fengbi is far greater than the love we give to our mother.

Reading this story, it reminds me of a cartoon in which four chicks and their mother chicken walked together, and suddenly an eagle flew over, and the mother covered the chick tightly with her wings. I was touched by this cartoon, the mother chicken risked her own safety to protect the chicks, which made me deeply feel the love of the mother for us.

Mother has given us so much love, and I want to gather my stream of love into the sea to warm and embrace Mother.

Great. I'm a fish. Actually, you don't have to write like that, I write a weekly diary as usual, and then I ask my parents to comment on it, and I ask them to write about what they did. You're going to give points.