10 Diary Entries About Parents, Diary of Parents Love

During the holidays, my parents assigned me study tasks, so that I should seize the time and use the holidays to review the homework I had learned. Don't let me do anything else.

At noon today, my mother came home from work and hurriedly cooked. She prepared several dishes, both meat and vegetarian, to strengthen my nutrition. I sat in the house, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping of vegetables, and felt a little hectic than usual.

Yes! During this time, my mother's work unit was very busy, and I often rushed to the unit after eating and putting down my chopsticks. In order to add food to me, I naturally have to be busier than usual.

Ah! "Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the kitchen. I hurriedly put down my book and ran to the kitchen.

I saw that my mother's right hand was only holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood was pouring from between her fingers. I panicked and hurriedly went back to the house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mom simply rinsed the wound with water, put a band-aid on it, and continued to get busy.

When it was time to eat, my mother was in a hurry as usual. Putting down the chopsticks, while instructing me, I picked up my handbag and hurried to work. At home, I was alone, and I stared at the table full of food, and suddenly I felt that I couldn't eat at all.

The shot of my mother's bleeding fingers just now appeared in front of my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart was pounding, my vision was blurry, and tears were streaming down my ......

I tidied up the table and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at me in the dressing mirror, my eyes were still red, and I stared at myself blankly. Suddenly, a voice from the heart seemed to ring in my ears:

You're a junior high school student, you need to learn how to take care of housework! You're at home on vacation right now, and you're going to help mom cook! Let mom be able to eat calmly at noon, don't be so nervous.

Suddenly, it was as if I had suddenly grown up.

I hurriedly sat down at the desk and wrote down the day's homework carefully, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn the skills of cooking and cook for my parents!

I went to the kitchen and started washing and cooking. I searched in my mind for the way my mother usually cooked, and imitated it. I want to do it like I want to recite a mantra: cut the meat, the size should be even; Cut the potatoes, to shreds; Don't forget to put sugar in fried tomatoes; The amount of water to be mastered for rice.

The clock was ticking, and my mother was coming home at half past five, so I finally got the meal on the table before my mother got off work. With the sound of the door opening, my mother came home, she smelled the vegetables, came over in surprise, looked at me strangely, and seemed to understand everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag, didn't even wash her hands, walked straight to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted them one by one:

The fried taste of this dish is good, but the heat is small; This is delicious, but there is no salt, this ......I saw that my mother had a satisfied smile on her face all the time. My mother turned to me and said, "Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it."

I thank my mom. It was my mother who gave me life, it was my mother who cared for me meticulously in my life experience, and it was my mother who gave me endless obstacles. Since this incident, I have slowly learned to repay my mother.

Diary, November 27, 2011.

Today, I came home with a heavy bag. I opened the door and saw that there was no one in the house. I was opening the door to my study and I was stunned by what I saw:

Dad buried his head, sat in a chair, fell asleep, and snored "Whew!" Call! ”…I thought to myself:

It must be cold for Daddy to sit here and sleep, so I'll have to get a piece of clothing and drape it over him! As he thought, he draped his coat over him. He was startled and woke up.

I hurriedly said to him, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Dad didn't take it seriously. I lowered my head and whispered, "Did you just write the paper?"

Yes! I'm going to write a year-end summary, thousands of words! Dad looked at me and continued

Stop it! I'll give you the study to do your homework! That's when I noticed:

Dad's eyes were bloodshot and he was so tired that he stumbled even when he walked.

While eating, he yawned incessantly and seemed tired. I thought to myself: I must hurry up and get my homework done, make time, free up my study, and write for my father.

But my father was like a roundworm in my stomach, guessed my thoughts, and said to me kindly: "I don't want anything else, I want you as a son, I hope you can have good achievements when you grow up!" My dad and I smiled at each other and we went to dinner.

I have always believed that mother's love is great. But I now know that father's love is the same, he loves me, deeply, and really. My father cared for me with the trickle of his life, so that I could understand that father's love is also great.

Every parent's love for you is different, but the essence is the same, do you even have to write about your parents' love for you? Your parents raised you for nothing, right?

My mother is in her Chinese New Year's Eve, she is not tall, with bright eyes on the bridge of her nose, shallow crow's feet around the corners of her eyes, and a smile on her face.

Every day, when I went to school, my mother always watched me go to school from the balcony, and shouted to me as she watched, "Be careful on the road, walk on the side, and pay attention to safety." "Wherever I go alone, she says that to me. I knew that my mother was worried about me, and she loved me very much, and she was afraid that I would be hurt.

This reminds me of the phrase "pity the parents of the world".

Every day when I came back from school, I could see my mother stir-frying from the kitchen, and I was so tired that I sweated profusely and cooked a fragrant meal for my family. When I was doing laundry, I saw that my mother's clever and beautiful hands had become thicker from the laundry detergent, and then I thought that my mother must be very tired and really wanted to help her.

When I was sick, my mother took care of me, took me to hang bottles and get injections. When the doctor hung up the bottle and gave me an injection, I cried in fear, and my mother would comfort me and say, "Don't cry, just bear with it." "After listening to my mother's words, I closed my eyes and asked the doctor to hang up the bottle and give me injections, and it really hurt so much.

My mother took care of me so carefully that her love was selfless and could never be bought with money! I love my mother! I also understand my mother's love for me, and I will definitely take care of my mother twice as much when I grow up.

Brother, you are also going to dream high = - hey. I only have one article here, and I'm also writing a helpless diary 6;

Be grateful to your parents. For as long as I can remember, I can feel the love of my parents. I grew up in my grandmother's house, and my parents would ride long distances every week to see me, bring me a lot of good food, take me out to play, and when we parted, I cried, and my parents had tears in their eyes. That's when I want to say:

Thank you to my parents for giving me life!

When I walked through the school and started to learn new knowledge, I encountered some problems in the process of learning. For example, in our school's English test, I thought I could do well, but because of my carelessness, I only scored 51 points, and when I went home dejected, my parents did not criticize me or comfort me, but just said to me: "It's okay, just take the test well next time."

But the tone in which this is said is heavy. So I made up my mind to get good grades and fight for my parents, and sure enough, I got a high score in the second exam. I really want to say:

Thank you to my parents for helping me with my studies!

When I come back from school, I turn on the TV, eat snacks, and enjoy the beauty of youth. If you think about it, didn't my parents give me all this? This is, Mom is cooking, Dad is washing vegetables.

Isn't everything my parents are doing now for me? I really want to say: thank you parents for giving me a warm home!

I remember a song that sang "Thank God, thank the earth, thank fate--- yes, my parents are the biggest benefactor to me, if there is no them, how can there be a cheerful sunny boy like me? So I say: thank you parents!

I'm also Meng Gao, and your diary is written like an essay, and it looks fake, and the diary is a good sentence, good or not.

Menggao's plus one is too helpless and humble.