By the time I got to college, those words had long been forgotten. Later, I was told that my handwriting was exquisite. Looking back at this passage today, I find that it is deeply influenced by the old history.
Here's what I think of my mother. First of all, she is a great mother. Motherhood blooms brilliantly on her, illuminating the hearts of every wanderer. She is a lamp. She is an ordinary mother, and all her care and love are revealed in the detailed words. In the heart of an angry child, she is such a stubborn person. She always wants me to dispel the deposits in her heart. She is so ordinary and extraordinary. Love is great. Sometimes I think that our generation always owes too much to our parents. When we are running around outside, we seldom go home once, occasionally, but we are not used to what our parents see here and there and think they are old-fashioned and outdated. However, when we calm down and think about it carefully, our parents' love always wants tea. If we are not careful, it always moistens you like a breeze and blows away your heart.
No show off, no show off. Let me post the words I wrote to my parents on Mother's Day here as a little comfort to inherit the strength of character.
Mother's Day
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I told my sister that I was going to travel to that country, but I didn't take it to heart at that time. Who knows that these days, I started a strange dream, dreaming of the beauty of the country. Of course, the dream is mysterious, otherwise there would be no Duke of Zhou. I still remember that Duke Zhou collected it from a paper fan I saw when I was a child. The sentence I remember most clearly is: If you dream of a fight between cows, you must have a letter.
When I called my father, I really wanted to tell him that during this period of time, I dreamed of my grandfather twice. I don't know if this is good or bad. Grandpa died almost two years ago, and then he dreamed that he was at a loss. People in the countryside are superstitious, so I brought some more or less. In the past, my brother said that he dreamed of grandpa, but my mother always felt bad and said that she would go to play with Wuniang and her brother. Every time I go home, my mother will say something about Wuniang in her ear, which is amazing. I have gradually become convinced that it is serious. However, I didn't speak after all, because my parents were too busy these days and didn't eat at eight o'clock. My heart is heavy. Even if I am at home, I will feel better when they come back from cooking. I think it's because we're at home, because we bear it together. At this time, we are free and unfettered outside, and our parents are hard at home. It's really wicked.
Neither my brother nor I approve of my mother's continued farming for a simple reason: what money can I earn from farming these days? Tired, but not much. Although my father supported us, he never seriously discussed with my mother. Mother just said gently: Although I can't earn any money from farming, at least I have a mouth to eat. What a waste of money it would be if the family went out to work and came back with nothing but food. And how inconvenient it is. Mother didn't read any books, but after that, we all fell silent. I know my mother loves this land deeply and doesn't want to leave her hometown to find any rich money. I once asked her what was her greatest wish in life. My mother said simply: I don't want to be rich or expensive, I don't want to be rich or expensive, I don't want you to be a big official and earn a lot of money; My greatest wish is the safety of my family. I didn't pay much attention at that time. Now that I think about it, my mother really knows everything.
My mother, like all mothers in the world, firmly believes this sentence. Although she also wants her son to be a dragon and her daughter to be a phoenix, more generally, she wants her children to be safe, healthy and happy.
Inherit the wind, we are one heart. The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
At this time, Mother's Day is coming. Write your gratitude to your parents and wish all parents in the world good health and always smile.