It is said that there is a red spider in Africa. Each female spider only lays eggs once in her life. Little Spider will eat a lot of food when he is born, and his mother can't find so much food for her children. What should we do? A thrilling scene appeared. The female spider used her own body to feed the little spider until her mother died willingly. Male spiders are even more pitiful. Before the baby spiders are born, they will be eaten by female spiders to supplement nutrition for the baby spiders. That is to say, from the eighth day after birth, small spiders began to make a living independently after eating up their mother. They scattered to the jungle, spinning webs and catching insects. Although this event sounds scary and incredible, it is indeed the most incisive interpretation and portrayal of parents' boundless love for their children. The parents of Spider knew that it was such a tragic ending, but they still resolutely chose to use all their lives to raise their children.
Every child has learned the greatest love from his parents. So, as a child, I wonder how I can be grateful to my parents? Perhaps when we were born, we learned to walk, speak and smile, which is the greatest comfort to our parents. But when we grow up, we should not only thank our parents for our happy and healthy growth, but that is actually just their simplest wish.
I remember a time when I quarreled with my mother over a trivial matter and I slammed the door and left. She called my name in a hoarse voice in the cold wind. I hid behind the wall of the community and refused to come out to meet her until my mother fell down in the rain and cried bitterly. At that time, my mother did not blame me, but comforted me and apologized to me. I threw myself into my mother's arms and cried bitterly. In retrospect, maybe gratitude means not letting my parents shed sad tears for me again!
There was another time when I was younger, but I still vaguely remember, because that was the only time in my memory that my father hit me. Here's the thing: I like to eat walnut kernel. It was more than 10 o'clock that night. My grandpa went downstairs to buy it when I cried for it. An hour later, my grandpa bought it but it was not my taste. I cried for it. My doting grandpa wanted to go out again. At this time, my father came out to stop my grandpa, but no matter how he persuaded me, I was crying, As a result, my father slapped me hard, and now I regret it. Maybe thanksgiving is to let my parents know that I have grown up.
On New Year's Eve last year, when the whole country was looking forward to reunion, I picked up the phone early and offered New Year greetings to my relatives in Heilongjiang. My parents were happy at that time. Maybe thanksgiving parents is what we know in the "Disciple Rules": "First filial piety, second sincere, universal love, and pro benevolence"
Parents' love is as deep as the sea. Thanksgiving for parents is a topic that can never be written down. Maybe they don't expect our return gift at all, but we need to know what is the best gift for them. It seems difficult to describe this, because any language will appear pale and powerless. Let's use a metaphor: if we are a small tree, Our best gratitude to our parents is to be like a pine, with straight stems, straight branches, healthy growth, and even strong and towering!
