My mother

I still remember when I was in primary school, the teacher asked us to write about a person around me, so I picked up the pen and wrote about my mother, who had a pair of big eyes. A big nose. The teacher next to a big mouth came over and looked at it. Asked me with a smile: Is this your mother? I also smiled slightly. In order to finish the homework, write something! Since then, I have never observed a person carefully and intently, but today is different, because I have been in this world for 18 years. After 18 years, I have stood in the classroom of high school, maybe it is too common for high school students to write about my mother, but I feel that this topic is so dazzling. Today, I want to write that I want to express my feelings to my mother from the bottom of my heart! My mother is very ordinary and great. Yes, he is neither a municipal cadre nor a lady. She is just an ordinary farmer, just a mother who is willing to give everything for her children without complaint or regret. I have no regrets to be her daughter. Being her daughter should be my pride. It is my blessing! Facing the loess and facing the sky. She never complained. I just hope that my brother and I will not be wronged! I still remember that one day during the summer vacation, I went to work in the field with my mother. After working in the field for a while, I didn’t want to do it anymore, so I quarreled with my mother. She said, “I’m tired of working, right? Then go to school! Yes, this is just an ordinary sentence. Just because of this ordinary sentence, I would argue with her if I failed, and I would not get along well. I don’t know anything. I don’t want to do anything with thorns. I want my mother to say it. But she was silent, but I was good, and I was always so naive. I felt happy and thought. Keep talking about me! She didn’t say anything about me for the whole afternoon. I didn’t say anything more, and my heart sank with it. I felt more and more empty and more uncomfortable. I had a strange feeling that I really wanted her to scold me. I really wanted. Yes, this kind of thing happened more than once. I don’t know why. I just hate myself for being too stupid and unenlightened. I know clearly that her heart is crying, but I still hurt her. In my opinion, her contribution is always due, always. However, she was still giving, never stopping. She had done all kinds of hard work, selling vegetables and seeds at the fair. Sell corn seeds and build roads! What on earth is the purpose of running on the track of time without stopping in this way? Is it just for my prickly words? Is it just for the sake of the ignorance of my daughter? Mom! Exactly why. Why do you endure my anger but not scold me. Hit me! Mom! You forgive your daughter for her selfishness. Forgive my daughter for her ignorance! Today, I want to bring my mother to the stage, whether shiny or not, I will bring her to the stage. Because from now on, I will try my best to be a sensible girl, because of my mother, because my mother’s daughter has plucked up courage to use her own language which is not gorgeous, let’s take my mother as the first contribution in my life. It may be very ordinary, but it contains the true feelings in my daughter’s heart and the courage you gave me, because you are so willing to pay for us, let alone me? I am willing to pay. No matter success or failure, I will try my best to pay this time. I believe that there will be rewards after giving. I believe in myself, and I believe more that I will succeed in writing! Because of you. With your support! Today’s mother is not there either. She has a pair of big eyes and a big nose. She has changed. Time has left a deep mark on her face, but her heart has not changed. Still paying silently!

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