I was touched again.

Yesterday, I had a lunar calendar's birthday. In fact, I didn't think much about it, because my mother was ten days earlier than me and I didn't even give it to her, so I didn't have a big bid to celebrate my birthday. However, my Mom and Dad did not forget it, but I almost forgot about it. They said, "buy a birthday cake ?" I said "no". My mother said that the children had a birthday and they were suffering from adults. I knew this. So I tried to help with cooking, but my mother didn't want to. I had to wash my clothes. All the food was complete. I said I had to wash it and eat again. uncle came to the house, but they all waited for me. Alas ...... let's just say that I have a birthday, and there is no need to do this ......
Sorry, I had to eat first. I was surprised when I saw my dad turn on the vcdnserver. at noon, I usually watched TV. What did Dad do? Let's take a look. At this time, the music sounded. It was a birthday song. My father had prepared a CD disk for this day and brought it back from the company. It was just for me at noon on my birthday, I was very touched at the time, but I didn't show it and didn't say any thanks. This is my father's mood. I want to remember, I think this kind of deep elder love for me, I want to be engraved in my heart. The words that do not need to be flashy are the warmth and emotion that is shown in the dribps.

I still remember that there was a Chinese lesson in junior high school. Jack Ma asked us to write a short piece of writing. The content is to praise our mother. At that time, I wrote something special and plain. Jack Ma asked her to read her work. At that time, she called Jin Yu, who wrote the following details: Mom, she would warm her cold hands. This is probably the meaning. I did not really understand it at the time. Coincidentally, I went home that night and had dinner. I don't remember other people in the house or where they went. Anyway, I went to my mother and I sat on the sofa and watched TV, the weather was very cold. I told my mother that my hands were cold. As a result, my mother touched me with her big hands and put my hands in her clothes. She used her warm and hot hands. At that moment, I felt very small and clearly remembered that my eyes were moist at that time. My mother loves me like this, but I cannot understand it, but I cannot draw it out like other students. At that time, in addition to being deeply touched, it was a strong shame.

With the passage of time, I am also big, and my mom and dad are also old, they have a lot of excellent quality, I saw from childhood big, learn big. Filial Piety and support for grandparents and grandfathers, help for uncles and aunts, as well as distant relatives, whether in life or helping their children ,......
What I can do is to take on the responsibilities of my family and help my parents do more ......