A diary of housework for parents, a diary of more than 150 words to help parents with housework?

After a tense and busy semester, I finally ushered in the winter vacation, I had a plan, I want to relax in this winter vacation, and then go to do other things, as I get older, I feel a little worried, I feel tired of doing anything, as a student There is pressure to study, what about being a parent? It's not easy, you have to work hard to earn money for your children to go to school, study in a different place, sometimes you can't think of how tired your parents are, when you come home, you deeply realize that doing housework all day is also a kind of irritability. Then I'll help my parents do it!

There are guests at home, making dumplings is the most traditional way for Chinese to express their welcome to guests, I will roll the dumpling skin, just a little slower, every time it is my mother rolling, this time I rolled, at the beginning it was okay, rolled quite round, also thin and moderate, not ten minutes passed, God, my wrist hurts, I always want to lift it up and shake it, but I see, the skin that was rolled just now has been wrapped by my mother, then I asked:"Mom, you're too quick to work, I can't provide for you. "I was really ashamed, and I was embarrassed to let outsiders see it, so I just insisted on it and kept rolling it!

Persistence, persistence, persistence! Finally gritted his teeth and rolled it out, not to mention how tired he was, his back hurt, and it was a little woody!

It seems that this work is really tiring! When I was young, I only knew how to eat, but I didn't think of the hard work of the people who worked, and now I just woke up like a dream, I can't let my mother serve in the future, I saw my mother's strands of white hair, my heart is infinitely melancholy, my youth in exchange for the aging of my parents. In the future, I will definitely share more housework for my parents during the holidays to reduce the burden on my parents.

With the arrival of the Spring Festival, there is a lot of work at home, a lot of clothes to be washed, and the house to be cleaned, I help my mother wash the clothes, my mother comes out of the washing machine, and washes it again, I go to hang them on the clothes pole, and my mother feels very happy to work together, we have to talk and laugh, unconsciously, it has been done. This is the joy of labor.

I remember when I was a child, I learned a text called "The Taste of Labor", labor is the most glorious, I realized that the love of labor is a manifestation of a person's progress, I will love labor more, taste life in labor, and appreciate the joy of life in labor.

The autumn breeze is bleak, I'm so cold! I curled up in my mother's leaves. Two months ago, I was a gorgeous flower, praised by humans, but now I am ......

My mother's haggard body shook in the wind, but she pretended to be okay and comforted me: "Don't be afraid, child, it's okay with your mother." ”

My eyes were moist.

How good my mom was to me!

In the middle of summer, people praise me for my charm, but they never praise my mother. My mother stood by me silently and without complaint. Sometimes, when the naughty child has a bad mind towards me, the mother will resist desperately, scaring him with the sharp thorns on her body so that he will not succeed.

How can I thank my mother?

Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers.

Mom has to give birth to the next generation of younger brothers and sisters, so I will be the nourishment for my mother's feet! I didn't hesitate anymore and jumped down and melted into the dirt under ......my mother's feet

2. Year of the Monkey, Horse Month, Dog Day, Saturday Sunny.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and I finished gnawing my bones and lazily basking in the sun.

A commotion disturbed my dreams, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was a group of older children chasing a schoolboy. They have a fierce light in their eyes and iron rods in their hands, which is so terrifying.

Hey? Why is the chased schoolboy so familiar?

The book of memories was flipped to five years ago, when I was only three months old and abandoned by my mother on the side of the road. When I was hungry and cold, a little boy with a snot gave me a ham sausage and sent me to my present master's house. It was the little boy who gave me a second birth!

That's right, this elementary school student is the little boy who dragged his nose at the beginning!

I rushed up and got in front of the schoolboy to keep them from hurting him.

Stinky wild dogs, get out of here! ”

Do you want to use it yourself or is it required by the school? There is a difference between the two.

If you do it for yourself, show it to your parents, I don't think it's necessary, think about what your parents have done for you since you were born.

If the school requires it, then you must get used to writing a diary every day, remembering everything big and small, and then find something useful to do homework and hand it to the teacher.

It's Sunday and I'm idle at home with nothing to do. Suddenly, a plan flashed through my mind: my mother usually works very hard, and I should help my mother do some housework.

Just do it, start with the room. Oh, it's dirty! So I grabbed a broom and wanted to sweep the garbage together and clean it up.

However, there were a few scraps of paper that didn't listen to me. They're naughty, rolling under my broomstick, like they're playing hide and seek, and there's really nothing they can do with them. What to do?

At this time, I remembered how my mother usually swept the floor, and then I followed my mother's example, cleaned the room again, and finally "drove away" the disobedient confetti. Then, the ...... was repeatedly dragged twice with a mopAfter a while, the room was finally clean.

When my mother came back from work, she walked into the room and was stunned, and it took a while to come back to her senses: "My Yuanyuan has grown up and can help my mother do things." ”

Mom smiled happily, and I smiled ...... too