In a small family home, everyone loves each other and cares very much for her, but her most loved one is her mother. My mother has always taken care of me and stood by my side, giving me strength to gradually grow and step steadily towards a good future.
How can I forget the thin figure of my mother who had to suffer from the sun and the fog for us. Every time I look up at her face, I love her so much. Her eyes are affectionate, narrowed slightly because she has worked so hard. I feel that the word radiates warmth, giving me strength to grow. Every time I get a high score or have something fun, my mother gives me a gentle smile. Mother's cheeks are slightly sucked in, sunburnt because she always protects and takes care of her. Her mother's dewy hair was covered with silver strands. That is the mother's hard work and bitterness in raising and taking care of us. Her mother's skinny, skeletal hands took care of her every handful of sticky rice. Mom's gait is slow and slow. Although her mother's appearance is not very beautiful, her generous and generous heart illuminates her soul and is a shining example for us to follow. A gentle mother like Miss Tam. A mother's womb is all about tolerance and love for children and families. Mom has sacrificed all her life, strenuous in the sun and the fog to let us step by step grow up. Whenever I have feelings of happiness and sadness, I always share them with my mother. And when I did something wrong, my mother just gently advised me to help me understand. When I was in the crib, my mother woke up to lull me to sleep. Each sweet, warm lullaby of the old mother still resounds in my heart forever. For several days, it was cold, afraid of me being cold, so my mother stayed up all night knitting for me. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I wake up, still find my mother in bed knitting her clothes under the dim light. It was cold, the wind whistled from time to time, the wind cut flesh. Despite the fog and wind, my mother still worked hard to knit clothes for me to wear, afraid I would get sick. Seeing that, I was extremely touched, unable to hold back tears, I ran to hug my mother. Mother's voice was warm: "Why haven't you been sleeping yet, so big, but still sad, let me finish this shirt, and you will wear it warm tomorrow." I choked to say nothing .....
All her life, my mother has sacrificed so hard for me. I love and respect her so much. How can you make so many sacrifices for you? Mom all my life I want to say to you a sentence: "I love you, you are my everything".
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