hello, everyone.
" dad, mom" is a very kind call, fatherly motherly love, a contains unlimited touching words. in this world, only the mother's love for her children is the most sincere, the most selfless. however, parents know love, parents know dedication, why can't we have a heart of thanksgiving? therefore, the topic of my speech today is "the heart of thanksgiving".
thanksgiving is a virtue, is a long history of cultural heritage. its source is like the flowing streams of love. memories of history, we were so touched by the story of a mother to son: ancient, can become the big industry, at three moves, for future generations to leave" told " the story. in modern times, a well-known anti-japanese general ma jingzhai 's mother, she was arrested, the face of the japanese threat, without fear, decided to allow her son to the war of resistance against japan, then fast to death. ma jingzhai wrote the" great mother, live on in spirit, son of bearing mother, continue to struggle.". this one case, a hymn to love, do not reflect a mother do great?
my mother is an ordinary, but, she is in a breezy morning gave me life; she is in transverse oblique rain on the road of life, gave me strength; she is, in my setbacks, gave me confidence; and she was, in my be big with pride when my humble church. from the bottom of my grateful to her for years, although lost her youth and beauty, but she in my mind forever is cupid, aphrodite. hard although took her beautiful singing voice, but her every word is in my heart jin yan rhyme, it is the mother of its own actions tell me one of the most common sense: love is selfless dedication.
remember the summer morning, it was raining hard, i said:" my mother, the rain is so big, don't go to school, " she said, holding the umbrella, said:" so little rain, will scare you, quickly, come on!" said mother squat body, wait for me, i hesitate to say:" mom, don't get me," because i know that, mom's leg was not good, but the day before yesterday just had a cold, my mother said with a smile:" are you afraid of her mother to carry you?" i laughed, resigned over mother strong back, rain hit the ground, they have numerous blisters, i hold up the umbrella, tightly over the mother's back, mother in the rain with a deep, shallow kick to move forward, she said:" umbrella the next play, or wet your back." i cried, i cannot find the words to describe the feelings at the time, the very next day, mother's illness, but she said happily:" you did not catch a cold!"
