Huang Xiang

A mother's love, in the children's eyes, is always a sacred light; A mother's love is a cup of Longjing tea, when the children are weak and weak to drink a few mouthfuls let you refreshed; A mother's love is one of the children's troubles in the guzheng, when the children worry, the elegant music will let you see a green; A mother's love is more like a quilt, when you shiver, intimate care and warmth will let you sleep safely.

Since ancient times, there has been a tradition of "filial piety first" in our country. In the Han Dynasty, there was a child named Huang Xiang, who lost his mother and his father when he was nine years old. After he warmed the quilt for his father in the cold winter months, he stayed up all night to read; In the hot summer, his father outside to cool, he shook the fan beside his father to drive away the mosquitoes. He said to his father, "The children of a father's upbringing should repay them all their lives." Huang Xiang grew up when the official, just met the disaster year, he called out his savings to relief victims.

If Huang Xiang does not have the love for his father, how can he love the people of Dawn, and how can he use his savings to help the victims? Throughout the ages, people who have achieved a little have this noble. Virtue.

There is such a thing: a student has been spoiled by his parents since childhood, and his parents buy what they want, even if it is a life exchange! Once his mother was sick, delayed cooking, he cursed his mother a sudden, mother, tears, extremely sad.

Let's think about how sad that mother was at that time, and what would happen if there was no love in the world: the elderly were reduced to the streets, and the children were abandoned in the wilderness. How terrible it would be!

Think about it, parents for us to pay how much ah, let us all to care about parents, filial piety parents, for parents, for the elders, write a song of love!

My mother's body is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. Her hair is dyed blonde and she always wears it in a ponytail, which is most convenient. Face round, like a red apple. Under the curved eyebrows set a pair of eyes like black gems, a high nose has a small mouth, can talk.

Mom loves to nag. Every morning when I go to school, my mother always told me: "Xiaojun, you should pay attention in class, don't whisper with your deskmate, can't do little actions, OK?" I nodded: "I know!" "And be careful when you cross the street. Look both ways before you walk, do you hear me?" Mom kept talking. "Yes, yes! I agreed a little impatiently. "Xiao Jun, are you warm? Is it cold?" My mother is still nagging. I think what she says is sometimes useful and sometimes not.

Mom is not only a nag but also a showman. Every time after sending me to study, she would go shopping to buy clothes and cosmetics. Often carry a big bag of clothes, in front of the mirror one by one to try on, but also from time to time to ask my father how good. When her mother's colleagues invited her to dinner, she would take makeup to dress herself in front of the mirror, draw eyebrows, apply lipstick, spray perfume, and make a long gesture in front of the mirror before she would go out. She wouldn't even go to a meeting without dolling herself up.

My mother is also very hardworking. I do some cleaning at home on weekends, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, wiping the table, and taking out the garbage. She would also go to the market to buy my favorite food and cook it for me.

My mother makes me happy sometimes, but also makes me sad sometimes. However, I know that mother scold me also for my good. I love Mom.