Who has a touching essay about celebrating mother's love

Dreaming Ji Xianlin I dreamed of my mother at night and woke up crying. When I woke up and tried to catch the dream again, the dream flew away to some unknown place. I stared wide-eyed into the darkness until I felt only my own eyes glowing. Fragments of the dream flew in front of my eyes, but when I thought of catching them and putting them together to form a whole, even the fragments flew away to some unknown place. The only thing left in front of my eyes is the vague shadow of my mother's face ...... It was this shadow that came to me in the dream. I can only remember that when this shadow appeared, the surroundings were gray, and my mother seemed to come down from the clouds, and the expression on her face was a little different from usual, like a smile, and like crying, but she finally came to me. What was I in for? It was a bit confusing even for me. At first I thought I was in the house where I live now. My mother just pushed the little door on the corner of the house and walked in, the orange spike of the electric lampshade over her head. So I thought away again, and thought of the whole city of G?ttingen: the old city walls lined with amazingly thick oaks that I walked past every day to class, the old church, speckled with gray and black, the steeple at the top of the church, which was so high that it was a little odd, and the clear sky above the steeple. However, a flash of reeds immediately flashed before my eyes. The clear light of the water was still faintly shot through the thinning of the reeds. This was the large reed pit behind the house in my hometown. So I immediately felt that not only was I at the edge of this reed pit, but even my mother's face was coming to me at the edge of this reed pit. I also thought that when I was a child and had not yet left my hometown, every summer morning, before dawn, I would get up and walk along the reed pit, carefully looking into the water. When I saw something glowing white under the dark water, I reached down and touched it, and it was a white and big duck egg. I can't begin to tell you how happy I felt. When I looked up again at that moment, I could often see a pale reddish sunrise on top of the big poplar tree in the clearing on the opposite bank-the same poplar under which my mother had lain still one fall two years before, forever and ever. And now again by the pit near the poplar she saw her son whom she had not seen for eight years of her life. But with this pit of reeds flashed a small white lantern-like flower, and it was in the mother's hand. I couldn't think of any place in my hometown where such a flower had existed. At last I thought of G?ttingen again, and of the house where I now lived. On the table in the center of the room the landlord had placed a vase of flowers like this two days ago. After all, my mother had come to G?ttingen, and in my dream I had seen her in G?ttingen. As I thought about it, the shadows in front of me gradually became disorganized. The shadow of the church steeple set on the hometown of the big reed pit, not far behind this and now a lantern-like white flowers, in front of some of these looming is the mother's face. I finally do not know exactly where to see my mother. I tried to suppress my thoughts and quieted my mind, and the sound of rain gurgling chánchán immediately came from outside the window, and I felt a slight chill on my pillow. I got up and pulled open the curtains of the window, and a ray of clear light penetrated in. I looked out, hoping to find my mother's footprints. Instead, I saw the same row of windows that I saw every day, now all immersed in silence, the dreams inside should be sweet! But my dream flew early even the shadow is gone, only in the heart of a line of white micro-trace, winding out, from this exotic small town all the way to the hometown under the big poplar tree mother's grave, but also in the dark for the mother worried: such a rainy night how to trek such a long way to see their son? In addition, in front of my eyes, there was just an empty space, and I couldn't see anything. My God! Not even a clear dream for me? I looked at the gray sky in despair, and in the light of my tears, I saw my mother's face. Essays on Mother's Love by Famous Writers2 What can I do to repay my mother's love Zhou Guoping My mother is eighty-three years old, but she still has a head of dark hair, a straight body, and a steady stride. I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time. It's been ten years since my father's death, and since then, she's been leaving her home in Shanghai to live in Beijing for a few days. However, not at my place, but at my sister's place. She must feel lonely staying at my place, because she can only see this son sitting in front of a book or computer all day long, and it's rare that there is any other movement. My mother is also a quiet person, but she needs someone to talk to her about her family, and I am not the best at that, so I always make a big deal out of it and fail to satisfy her. Mother's Day is approaching, the magazine asked me to write, I thought of writing a little text for her, if she read it, even if I have changed my ways, seriously with her a nagging family. In my impression, my mother's life has been plain and simple, and she has been a housewife all her life. Of course, this impression is not entirely accurate, in the housework of the old, she also had a flowery girlhood. A long time ago, I saw a photo of her early years in a family album, with her beautiful hair and jade face, and a sense of innocence. She was born in Shanghai to an employee's family, a well-off family that lived in Qianjiatang, later Shaanxi Road, one of the wealthier neighborhoods in old Shanghai. In retrospect, when my mother was still young, she liked to reminisce about the days of Qianjiatang, when she was sisters with some girlfriends in the same neighborhood, and one of them became a movie star, and there were several photos of the star autographed by this Miss Zhou Manhua in the photo album. Looking at this beautiful woman in the photo, I was secretly excited as a teenager, as if I vaguely felt my mother's former youthful dreams. Once upon a time, that family album was lost, and my mother no longer mentioned the days of Qianjiatang. In my eyes, my mother's position as a housewife was habitual and unquestionable. She may have been a somewhat eccentric mother who liked to take me out on the street, buy a certain snack for me to enjoy alone, and urge me not to tell my other children. However, the gradually growing son suddenly changed, refused to go with her on the street, even on the street, but also preferred to stay away from her a small distance, so as not to let people see the mother-son relationship. It was a psychological phenomenon of puberty, but at the time, it made her very sad, and she repeatedly blamed me for looking down on her. Afterward, these little incidents faded away over the years, and the only thing that remained unchanged was the image of a mother who revolved around her pots and pans and her children. Later, I went to Beijing to go to college, then went to Guangxi to work, and then returned to Beijing for graduate school, far from my home in Shanghai, and met with my mother less often, but this image was always fixed in my mind. In the last ten years, because my mother came to live in Beijing from time to time, I met her more often. Of course, she is already in her 80s and 90s, so she doesn't need to be around the pots and pans anymore, and her children are all getting older. Looking at her wrinkled face, I am sometimes surprised at the simplicity of her life. She had a career before she got married, but since she had her first child, she quit her job and came home, and bringing up her five children became her whole life's work. Having children of my own, I realize how easy it is to raise five children. However, I seldom heard her talk about the hard work involved. She must have thought that this kind of hard work was a natural part of life, not something to be praised or complained about. As the son she brought up, I wanted to do something to make her happy, as a kind of repayment. She knew I wrote books and was somewhat famous, but never showed any particular interest in them. It wasn't until a short time ago that I had a healthy and lovely daughter, and when my daughter played lively in front of her, I saw her smile extraordinarily joyfully. Since then, she has been in a great mood. I know that she is not only enjoying the little life, but she is also celebrating the fact that her son has finally been given the joy of heaven. In her mind, that was much more important than writing books and being famous. A mother is a mother, after all, and she is certainly right. When it comes to her son's happiness, a mother often has a better understanding than her son himself. If all the sons of the world would remember their mother's true wish, and repay her love not with ambition and glory, but with love and ordinary family pleasures, world peace would be assured. Famous Essays on Mother's Love 3 My Mother is Spring Zong Pu In our family, my mother was the supreme guardian deity. In our family, mother is the supreme patron saint. How much spirit is needed for three meals, four seasons of clothing, the upbringing of children, and the contact with friends and relatives! I have been sick since I was a child and have often struggled with illness. The main reason I have been able to overcome my illnesses is that I have a mother. Without my mother, it is hard to imagine that I would have survived. When I was in Kunming, I was so anemic that I fainted while standing at the memorial week. Later, I contracted tuberculosis and stayed home from school. At that time, the cure was to eat five eggs a day and spend half an hour in the sun. My mother specially arranged my bed in a sunny place, and no matter how busy she was, she would be by my side for that half hour, not missing a minute. I had many high fevers for various reasons, and in addition to taking medication, my mother took great care of me. She fed me water with a small spoon and put a cool handkerchief on my forehead. Once when I was in a coma with high fever, I felt like I was walking through a narrow hole that I couldn't squeeze through, and I thought I was going to die, but as soon as I grasped my mother's hand, I knew immediately that I was at home and that I was safe. Later on, I underwent many different kinds of surgeries and was nicknamed "the man with a thousand knives". In the process of being stabbed, it was my mother who accompanied me to the hospital again and again, and the people in the hospital always thought that it was me who accompanied my mother, but in fact it was my mother who accompanied me. I passed forty years old, still feel most at ease sleeping next to my mother. Mother's love and care, a lot of subtle twists and turns can not be said, can not be captured in full. It is also these subtle twists and turns that form a family. This home is alive everywhere, every inch of the walls, every inch of the curtains are alive. When I was in elementary school, I wrote an essay on the topic of "My Family," and I came up with this aphorism: "A home is not possible without a mother. The mother is the spring, the sun. Whether there is a father or not is not very important." The assignment was exhibited at a parent-teacher conference, and the father went to see it. He came back and described it to his mother, seemingly unconcerned about his position, and in the future made no effort to increase his importance, but simply immersed himself in his philosophical world. In my parents' time, it was common for a gentleman to be careful with his studies and for his wife to take care of the housework so that he would not have to worry about anything. But the parents were especially typical. They were really like a man divided into two halves, half of them doing scholarly work and half of them taking care of the household, and their left and right sides were in perfect harmony, without a hair's breadth of difference. It should be said that they fulfilled God's desire. My mother's concern for my father was really meticulous, and my father's dependence on my mother was also to the extreme. Our cousin's aunt, Mr. Zhang Dainian, said, "Mr. Feng's conditions for doing his studies were unmatched by anyone. Mr. Feng has never bought groceries in his life." When I think about it, when I was in the Kunming countryside, there was a period of time when my mother was not well, and my father took us to the streets, though the number of times was limited. His life was basically a life of clothes and food. In the old days, there was a couplet: "Since ancient times, the kitchen gentleman is far away, never feed the lady appropriate", in my family is appropriate. Mother for the family is really worried, in the absence of anything, changing ways to let everyone eat well. She learned how to bake bread from the chef of a foreign neighbor in the same house, using potatoes as a starter, and the potatoes were so powerful after fermentation that they could pop the corks of bottles with a bang that shook the roofs and tiles. In Kunming, my father suffered from typhus, which was diagnosed by Dr. Zheng, a doctor of the Southwest United University at that time, and the treatment was not to eat, but only to drink fluids every hour, and then change to semi-fluid food after a few days. My mother made soup with pork loin and liver, rolled out her own noodles, rolled them thin and cut them fine, and put them in the soup. Some people said, "If you eat Mrs. Feng's cooking, you will get well.

Thanks for your mother's love

Mother's love is prayer when you are born, mother's love is labor when you grow up, mother's love is nagging when you make mistakes, mother's love is advice when you fail. I'm not sure if I've ever been in a situation where I've had a chance to be with you before, but I'm sure I've never been in a situation where I've been in a situation where I've had a chance to be with you before.

Mother, although the daughter has been adult but I can still feel. I'm not sure if you're a good person, but I'm a good person, and I'm a good person, and I'm a good person. Mom, although I have been healthy, but I can still recall, in my sick time, your hand caressed the forehead edge.

Mom, although the white of the fish appeared in the sky early, my ears still echo, in the roar of thunder, your late-night soft footsteps point.

Mother, although I can master my own ferry, but my beating heart, still flowing with your blood, will be your persistent guidance as an eternal course.

You no longer smooth forehead, buried how many vicissitudes of life, so that the expectations of the past, in your forehead lines stretch. You are still gentle voice, even if it is chattering instructions, but also in the moment I am not determined, the continuation of the millennium of unending admonition.

You still firmly say no to me, even if it is your heartache such as bearing whip, but also still wake up my childish stubbornness. Let me not because of capricious and rutting stranded, you have never given up love even if my frankness as pleasantries. You also use wordless attention to let me feel the depth of love in the silence. ( Article reading network: www.sanwen.net )

When I graduated from the happy news, filled with your proud smile, you know you look forward to the world, has begun to colorful pleasantries. When I decided to climb to a higher cliff, your firm gaze, radiating a trace of concern, telling me that the future is still treacherous.

When I dragged my tired body back, you will love into the appropriate temperature of the honey sweet, drive away my day's fatigue to accumulate my revitalization of the strength of the boundless. When I have not heard your nagging for a long time, occasionally one day I realized that I was repeating your teachings. I realized that I was passing on the message of love.

I would like to pick a flower and put it on your gray-haired temples, and plant an eternal spring for you in the furrows full of years. I want to light a lamp for you to illuminate your eyes, so that all the poems of memory can be reproduced in your eyes.

I would like to hand you a walking stick to support your once hard iron waist, all the years of great love, sailing in your promise of forever. I would like to send you a meter of sunshine to warm your weathered smile sunny days so that all the wasted hibernation.

Wind and rain immersion, whitewashed your youthful halo, but the sun's charm, has never disappeared in front of your eyes. Mother's boundless love in the life of the inheritance of sheep, infinite power to support the immortal care, so that love towards the endless forever.

Pain, mother is the sun, lost, mother is the soil, trekking time mother is the spring. In times of joy, mother is the ocean.

Raising a child's parents, since there born, the burden in the body of the parents, see the child three love, with that succession of people, afraid of the child cold, afraid of the child hot, always hanging in the heart. Children long parents care, will be the child in the arms, held in the arms kissed again and again, looking forward to the child grow up quickly, looking forward to the child early adult, looking forward to the child early ambition to become a talent, parents only happy.

The parents' love for each other is so deep that it is not painful for them to spend money for their children. The first thing you need to do is to send your son or daughter to school, and put your hopes in them. They hope that their children will grow up early, and that they will be outstanding. Children grow up to be married, parents for children, everywhere to worry about, running around to the matchmaker to propose marriage, for children to do the wedding, tired parents hair faint. Parents worry about their children's illnesses, burn incense at the East Temple, pray to the gods at the West Temple, walk under the stars, and brave the wind and rain. The parents were relieved when their children were cured.

Parents can rest assured that their children are with them. Parents go everywhere for their children, looking forward to seeing their children in the light, fearing that their children will suffer from cold and poverty, and wishing to grab a piece of loess and turn it into gold immediately. The children do not compete, parents are sad. Hate children do not talent, hate children how you do not people, looking forward to children quickly into, looking forward to children early adult, parents for children, parents worry about the heart. Parents have tears in their eyes, parents are tired and sick for their children! The head is full of white hair, face wrinkles, walking unsteadily, step by step two feet heavy.

Honor your elders, don't wait until everything is irretrievable, only to know how important these people are to you, thanks to my parents gave me life, thanks to them to raise me. In the Mother's Day will be to wish all the parents in the world, healthy and long life. Wish all the children in the world, filial piety unlimited.

Episode 2: Gratitude for Mother's Love

Every one of us should be grateful for a great love, she accompanied you throughout your life, enjoy your life, inspire you throughout your life, warm you throughout your life, perhaps your life path how difficult and tortuous, she must be to support you to move forward with strong beliefs, no matter how your life is interpreted, this love will be uncomplaining and unrepentant, always look after you, give you the companion of a lifetime of love and warmth. A lifetime of care and warmth, you are happy to enjoy the ordinary peace of mind, happy as a fishing leisurely life of the mood or you proudly experience the brilliant, smooth sailing success of the cause of success, this love is like a peaceful cloud around the sky and earth you soar that piece of heaven and earth, she is the world's greatest love of mothers.

Each of us in the sense of enjoying the joy of mother's love on the road, indulge in singing and writing life's beautiful poetry,, each of us are grateful for the warmth of mother's love, no regrets all the way through the rain and wind, have the fate to meet, have the honor to know each other. Some people say: father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like the sea. Father's love has the warmth of father's love, mother's love also has the mother's hard work. If the mother's love originated from the October conception, flesh and blood of nature, then the mother's painstaking, bitter and sweet licking love, it highlights the mother's love is how selfless and great.

Some people say that the greatness of a nation stems from the greatness of a mother's love, the competition between countries and countries, is actually a mother's love between the competition. The creation of a great man must have a warm and intelligent mother, the continuation of a great nation must have countless such qualities of the mother, firmly inherited the long history of the nation's brilliant civilization, carrying the future of the nation's brilliant hope, it is not an exaggeration to say that the great Chinese nation of 5,000 years of bright civilization, full of the light of the wisdom of the mother's love.

In the long river of history and culture inherited from the mother love of the Chinese nation, we sing the praises of the ancient myths of Nuwa who has passed on from the ancient times to the present day, and the light smoldering in the light of the great achievements of all creatures, which passes on to us the essence of the mother love of wisdom, courage and fraternity; we praise Meng's mother's three migrations forged the "rich and noble cannot be lusted after, the poor and lowly can not be moved, the mighty and the mighty can not be subjugated; the people are the most important, the country is the second, the king is the most important, and the country is the second. We praise the mother of Yue's stabbing words "loyalty to the country" to create the history of the "strong man hungry for Hu Nu meat, laughing about thirst for Xiongnu blood, laughing about the song of triumph still" of the national hero Yue Fei. "The national hero Yue Fei, their spirit has inspired generations of Chinese children to die in defense of our country and the sacred dignity of national independence.

We sing and praise the greatness of a mother's love, we are equally grateful for the greatness of a mother's love. We want to use Zhong Yu "100 miles to carry rice" a heart filial piety to our parents; we want to use Zeng Sen "tooth finger pain" a love to care for our parents; we want to use Liu Heng "pro-tang intestinal medicine" a heart to treat our parents well. "We have to treat our parents well with the heart of Liu Heng; we have to be grateful to our parents with the love of Wang Xiang, who is "lying on the ice to seek carp". A nation full of mother's love is a great nation, a nation full of gratitude for mother's love is more brilliant.

Our Chinese nation is fortunate that from ancient times to the present, in the brilliant and long history of civilization, the development of the spirit of hard work, kindness and intelligence of the great spirit of motherly love, they are firmly inherited the fine culture of the nation, they use the painting of the Ogi and pills, broken weaving of the commandments of the intelligent talent to cultivate a heavenly and heavenly protection of the country and the state of the pillars of the Chinese nation's greatness and the history of the glory. The great history of the development of the Chinese nation is in fact a history of the development of the splendor of the mother's love, they are the valuable spiritual wealth of the Chinese nation, they are the hope of the great Chinese nation's contemporary dream of national rejuvenation. ( 文章阅读网:www.sanwen.net )

Part III : Gratitude for Mother's Love

There is a kind of love called giving; she does not need any return from you. There is a kind of love called selfless; she would like to give you all the love. There is a kind of love, called great; she would like to use their own life to love you, this person called "mother"! This kind of love is called "mother's love". Mother is the person who loves you the most in the world. Mother's love is the most generous and selfless love in the world. In May, the flowers are in full bloom and the sun is shining brightly. It is full of warmth and romance. With the spread of Western culture, the Chinese also set the second Sunday in May as "Mother's Day", which is the most beautiful and happy day for all mothers in the world. We wish them well and celebrate the greatness of a mother's love.

In this beautiful season, let us send a bouquet of beautiful carnations, fragrant long. We wish our mothers to be beautiful and well forever!

Mother's love, like a ray of sunshine, always shine me forward.

Mother's love, like a gentle spring rain, will always moisturize my growth.

Mother's love is like a hymn that has been sung for ages.

Episode 4: Gratitude for Mother's Love

"The body hair and skin, from the parents". Twenty-nine years ago, on September 22, my mother gave me life, and since then she has accompanied me with that sacred, great mother's love. My mother's love for me is like a ray of morning sunshine shining on me, through my skin, penetrating into the depths of my heart, melting the frost of my heart. My mother's great selfless love gave me an innocent, healthy, happy, and perfect childhood, so that I could play and juggle like other little children, and sit in the classroom and read like them.

My brother, sister and I grew up and were sent to school by our mother, but it was hard for our mother to bear the heavy burden on her own, so in the following years, my brother and sister dropped out of school and came home to help our mother with the household chores, and it was because of the selflessness of our brother and sister that I was able to sit in the classroom and study without any problems. So, in the family, I am considered very lucky one, because, basically, my teenage years were spent in school, away from the kind of hard labor life at home.

I was the only one left at home who was studying at school, so my mother put almost all her hopes on me, and that's exactly why she was particularly strict with me, and since I was a child, I didn't know much about the world, and I liked to play around a lot, so I was beaten up from time to time. My mother didn't go to school, so she wouldn't tell me anything, the sentence my mother told me the most was: "Don't fight with others in school, listen to your teacher and study well", every time my mother said this to me, I would answer her with a: "Hmph! "! In retrospect, this sentence contains too much of my mother's begging and expectation.

And I failed my mother after all.

After I graduated from Simao Normal School in 2002, I didn't find a job and stayed at home all day long, doing nothing, not thinking about making progress, and I was at a loss for the future. During that period of time, I didn't want to go out, didn't want to talk, and didn't dare to look at my mother's eyes. I know my mother in order for me to finish school, how much pectin and rain she has experienced, how many stars and moon, her years, are struggling in the difficult. More than ten years of studying career, let my parents haggard, is I too unproductive, hurt my mother's heart, ashamed of my mother's life of hard work.

With the passage of time, the flow of years, the past has become a vague memory. And in my vague memories, my mother is a very strong and hardworking person, my mother's strong and unyielding, not my generation can bear, and my mother's hardworking is not my generation can keep.

I remember that on the wall of my old house, there is a bowl-sized pit, especially conspicuous, whenever I see it or think of it, in my mind will come back to the bitter past more than twenty years ago.

It was when I was still very young, my family suffered a disaster that I still remember vividly, it was a nightmare, the reason why I still remember it so clearly today is because in that year, we were a family of six, in nearly half a year, were fighting against hunger. The year before that, when I was not quite old enough to remember anything, my family was hit by an evil natural disaster - a torrential downpour that lasted for days on end. The rainy season in Yunnan is like that, once it starts raining, it never stops raining. Then, within a few days, the river kept rising, and the ferocious floodwaters broke through the levee on the edge of the paddy field, and finally the rolling waves mixed with the roar of the whistling rushed into my family's paddy field, and in an instant the whole paddy field was swallowed up by the raging floodwaters. My parents frowned as they watched the soon-to-be-harvested rice paddies fall and disappear in a torrent of floodwaters. I didn't know then what the raging flood would do to our subsequent lives, and I didn't yet know what a face check was, but that time I saw the hurt in my parents' tears. After the flood, my family's paddy field became a complete mess, what was a golden paddy field turned into a pool of mud and sand overnight, covered with pebbles, most of the paddy that had been growing in the field was swept away by the raging floodwaters, and the rest of it was covered by thick mud and sand, making the whole paddy field almost devoid of harvest. It was not long after that that our family ran out of food and began to live without rice. My mother had reached out to her relatives and neighbors for help many times, but more than twenty years ago, life in our area was very poor, and every family lived beyond their means and did not have enough food. In the beginning, my mother was always able to borrow some rice, but in the days that followed, she often walked home with a frown on her face. Life has to go on, my mother still had the cheek to take us three siblings to bother those relatives and neighbors, perhaps because my brother, sister and I are still very small, so those relatives and neighbors did not keep my mother out, although still did not borrow rice, but finally gave us something to fill our stomachs back.

My father was never much of a housekeeper, and my mother was basically the only one who took care of the farm work inside and outside the house. Because my family was already poor, coupled with this flood, the family became empty shelves, my mother in order to our family's life, gradually become more and more emaciated. My father was still insensitive to the reality in front of him, and was useless to the family's life. My mother's temper gradually became rough, and a few times, I heard my mother scolding my father, who was an honest man, and he didn't say a word, letting my mother curse him there. Another time, my brother, sister and I are too hungry to bear, we cried and ran to find my mother, my mother lying on the bed, as if sick, my brother did not let me and my sister to go to shout at my mother, but I did not understand at that time, hard to not listen to my brother's advice. Mother has heard our cries, she pulled open the door, hobbling out. Mother asked my father to go to the neighbors to borrow some food, my father did not get up, my mother and my father quarreled, and finally my mother could not stand it, and picked up a large piece of wood from the ground and hit my father. I don't know whether the mother was wrong or she didn't intend to hit the father, but the block hit the wall not far from the father's head and made a crater in the wall. Because my father didn't want to borrow food, so in the end it was my mother who, in tears and dragging her sick body, took us three children to borrow food from others. In this way, my mother endured the torment of injury, illness and hunger, and kept running around and working for our family's life. At that time, my mother was short-tempered, but now that I think of it, at that time, my mother's heart was all the time flowing with tears of bitterness and helplessness, and even bleeding. However, she overcame the disaster, overcame hunger, overcame the hardships of life with her strong faith and unyielding spirit, and she used her strength and hard work to support the whole family, and to get the whole family out of that horrible and bitter tormented life of more than half a year.

This has been more than twenty years after the incident, the wall with the pit, has been removed and replaced by a new wall, but the pit on the wall is still clearly visible in my heart, it represents my mother's tenacity, it is the burst of indomitable, and it is a symbol of the courage to face the reality, and dare to fight against the devil!

Today, we have grown up, and the mother's Shaohua has passed away, recalling that disaster, only to find that my mother with that bone-deep experience educated me, ignited me to bravely face the reality of the fire of the mind, but also illuminated the road I have to walk in the future ......!

Over the years, my mother has given me endless love and encouragement. It was my mother who gave me the warmth, the courage and the strength that I have engraved in my heart. My mother's selflessness, her kindness, and her strength inspire me to face reality bravely and always walk forward with my head held high. Thanks to my mother for giving me life and bringing me up, and thanks to my mother for her unfailing care and concern for me ....... A thousand words can't say enough about my mother's kindness to me, in the days to come, no matter how difficult the world, I will do my best, with my lifetime to repay my parents for the grace of their upbringing!