A Treasure of My Family Essay 600 Words 5

In my closet, there is a yellowed shirt. It wasn't originally yellow, but it became an "antique" because it had been stored for too long.

This is not an ordinary shirt, it embodies my mother's endless love for me. Every time I see it, I can't help but think of something that I will never forget.

It was when I was 9 years old, and my family lived on the 13th floor of a high-rise house. One night, I suddenly had a high fever, and my father was away on business, so my mother took me to the hospital alone. When I arrived at the hospital, I queued up for **, queued for treatment, queued up for medicine, queued for puncture, and then had a long time for hanging injections.

By the time it was all over, it was already more than 2 o'clock in the morning the next day, and my mother helped me out of the hospital door with physical and mental exhaustion.

The taxi took us to the doorstep, and looking at the tall buildings, I wondered: the elevator stopped, how do we get upstairs? Our family lives on such a high floor, how easy is it to take the stairs?

But my mother immediately made a decision and said, "I'll carry you upstairs." I firmly disagreed, but I felt dizzy after just two steps, so I had to be carried by my mother.

At first, my mother was not very tired, and her pace was quite relaxed. But as the floor went on, I visibly felt that my mother was tired, and in the quiet corridor, my mother's rough panting was so clear. Unconsciously, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from my mother's forehead, and the white silk shirt on her body was also soaked with sweat.

I knew that it was a new shirt that my father had bought for my mother, and my mother liked the white shirt so much that she was very careful in everything she did for fear of soiling it. At this point, she couldn't take care of her shirt, so I reminded her, "Mom, you're tired, your new shirt is wet, let's rest and go again!"

Mom disagreed: "It's okay, just go back and wash it." "I lay on my mother's back, tears blurring my eyes.

My mother carried me to the 13th floor and home.

As soon as I entered the house, my mother couldn't take a break, so she hurriedly boiled water, made medicine, and urged me to take medicine. Once she had settled me in, she changed out of the shirt. I thought my mom would wash it right away, but my mom looked at the shirt for a long time, and I asked suspiciously

Mom, what's wrong with your shirt? Wrinkled? Mom smiled:

It doesn't matter, just iron it with an electric iron. ”

A few days later, I saw that my mother had not been wearing the washed and ironed shirt, and when I asked, I realized that the shirt had been hooked a lot, which was caused by the zipper on my chest. Since then, although my mother has never worn that shirt again, I often see my mother open the closet and touch it, and I can see that my mother still loves the shirt.

Four years later, we've moved twice, but that shirt still hangs in my closet. Every time I see it, I will think of the incident that happened a few years ago, and I will deeply feel the greatness of mother's love, the warmth of family, and the preciousness of family affection.

...I "You're not going to study yet," Dad yelled at me again. I returned to my room sullenly and leaned on the table thinking:

This time I failed the exam again, what should I do, suddenly, something dangled in front of my eyes, I looked closely, it turned out to be a tumbler.

I remember when I was 5 years old, once, I went out with my grandparents, and I accidentally fell, and when I looked, ah, my knee was bleeding, and I cried in pain, and my grandparents came to me and asked me what happened, and I said, "I fell." "I thought I could win a little sympathy, but I didn't expect it, grandpa said

Stand up on your own. I didn't understand, so my grandfather pointed to a tumbler in the toy store in front of me and said, "Do you see that tumbler, no matter how much others push it, it won't be there."

We should be like tumblers. "I didn't quite understand what my grandfather meant by that. But I knew that my grandfather wanted me to face the difficulties alone.

With the encouragement of my grandparents, I stood up.

Later, my grandfather bought the tumbler and gave it to me, and it was on my desk so that I could see it whenever I was too angry. Although my grandfather is no longer there, every time I see a tumbler, it's like seeing my grandfather.

Grandpa is right, people have to face setbacks alone, and don't back down when they encounter setbacks, so that people will grow. Thinking of this, my tears blurred my eyes, and I seemed to see my grandfather in a faint line of sight, and his words still echoed in my ears.

Once, when I was cleaning up my room with my mother, I suddenly pulled out a messy piece of colored paper from my mother's drawer, and wrapped it neatly in exquisite flower plastic paper. I asked curiously, "Mom, what kind of art is this?" Who is so stunning? ”

Mom glanced back, and after 5 seconds she replied, "It's a certain one—a person's art!" "I didn't notice that my mother had pronounced the word 'someone' very long, she just looked up to the sky and laughed, leaning back and forth.

My face turned scarlet and tears burst into tears. But my mother smiled happier than I did! I wondered, what kind of art is this, which makes my mother so happy?

I was afraid that my mother would laugh out of breath, so I stepped forward to beat my back, and asked while beating: "Mom, don't sell it, tell me whose art is this?" My mother finally stopped laughing and looked at me tenderly.

I was taken aback by her conversion, is this April Fool's Day?

Kid, this is your 4-year-old artwork! Mom said with a smile.

No way! My face was red to the base of my ears. Wasn't I laughing at myself just now? I complained, "Mom, you're so cunning! Why didn't you say it earlier, it made me so embarrassed ......”

Looking back now, I suddenly feel so happy. My mother actually treasured a piece of paper that I had scribbled on when I was four years old. It's unexpected!

Now, time is like water, and my mother's temples have already added a few strands of dazzling gray hair. However, over the years, my mother's love for me has never changed!

I want to thank Mother! Thank God for giving me the best mother in the world!

Oh, yes! Mom treasured my graffiti as a treasure, for me, Mom, your love is the most precious, it will always be treasured in the bottom of my heart.

My mom is good at everything else, but she has one bad problem: she always likes to nag, and she can be heard at any time. One day, however, I completely changed my opinion of her.

On a cold autumn morning, I was about to go to school with my school bag, and as soon as I walked to the staircase, I was stopped by my mother, I made a 90-degree turn, and returned to the door, and my mother saw me coming, so she nagged again: "Do you wear more clothes, it's cold outside......."Before my mother could finish speaking, I ran down to the top of the stairs, and I could still hear my mother saying to me, "Also, don't forget, listen carefully in class, and ask the teacher questions that you don't know."

Got it ......"I shouted downstairs. For 12 years, every day of the year, my ears were about to hear "calluses". So, every day when I listen to my mother, I always have one ear in and one ear out.

I basically didn't listen to what my mother said to me.

In the evening, I came back from school and went to my grandmother's house for dinner, and after eating, I took my grandfather's tricycle home. Along the way, the northwest wind was blowing, and my two little hands were about to freeze, and my little feet were no longer obedient. That's when I remembered what my mother had told me in the morning, but what use was it in retrospect?

If I had listened to my mother earlier, the result would not have been so miserable. I silently regretted it in my heart. When I got home, my mother hurriedly threw her coat over me and said to me

Look at you, didn't I tell you to wear more clothes in the morning, but you just didn't listen, but now it's okay, what will you do when you catch a cold? We're going to worry about it again. I listened to my mother's words, blushed and lowered my head, but I still remembered the scene my mother had told me just now......

Since I was a child, my opinion has always been that my mother's nagging is to criticize me, but I was wrong, in fact, my mother's nagging to us is a kind of care she has for us, if a mother has no nagging for us, it means that she has no care for us.