Childhood is like a shooting star in the sky, bright, but quickly dissipated; teenagers are like running water, passed away without a trace, and now I am as young as a frying pan in the reality of life. My mother, who was born in the countryside, grew up in the countryside and raised her children in the countryside, never knew that one day in May would be her birthday as well as the birthdays of all the mothers in the world, and she knew even less about what carnations stood for. At this time the hometown of the plum should be ripe season, the plum rain has also begun to moisten the earth's branches and leaves. The field, the hillside should be embedded with the familiar back of the mother.
Son in the eyes of the mother is always growing up, son in the eyes of the mother is always do not understand, son in the eyes of the mother is always will not take care of their own, son in the eyes of the mother is always so silly, son is always the mother's heart, son is always mother's baby, son is always the mother's son. Regardless of the son of the outside world, how excellent and capable, how beautiful and charming, how mature charm, but will always be the mother of the most laborious worry, even if you have been seventy years old, children and grandchildren full of.
Mother's kindness to us thousands and thousands of real number is difficult to repay, but there are still many people do not know the depth of the meaning of their own mothers are not thankful, and children should be filial piety to their parents are practical action, only to focus on their own without thinking about their parents, is a very outrageous behavior.
Thinking back to the road of growth of all kinds of fragments: teeth to learn to speak, back when literacy, when I was sick, my mother's guardianship, before going to school to urge the joys and sorrows after school; spring kites and the grass rolled on the mess in the summer, swimming, autumn excursions, the winter under the lamp to accompany me to read. All this is the warmth of my mother's love for me. Thank you, mother! It is you who taught me the basic principles of human behavior, it is you who gave me life, it is you ......
Bless you forever, my beloved mother.