Thanksgiving mother

Mother, like a wall, covers the wind and rain, blocking the hot sun, so that we can grow up with these saplings without wind and rain; mothers, like the kind mothers of birds, caress us every day with loving hands. The feathers of the young, encourage us to fight the sky. My mother is also like a wall. Like a mother, I care for me. I encourage you to add it. I am especially grateful that my mother often guides and encourages me to lose, so that the profound truth takes root in my heart. She is My first teacher. I clearly remember that it was a few years ago. In one exam, I actually scored 86 points. After school, the students went home happily, but I slowly packed my bags, and the "Golden Peas" went straight in the eyelids. I dragged my tired body, took a heavy footstep, and moved home step by step. The bag seems to be a lot heavier than in the past. The little bird on the tree is screaming, seemingly laughing at me; the pedestrians on the road seem to be looking at me with contempt, giving me a sneer that is not easy to detect; I am in front of my mother who is teaching me to review my homework in the middle of the night. All the eyes that the teacher is looking forward to are the sarcasm and ridicule of the students... everything in all makes me feel uncomfortable. When I finally got home, my mother saw that I was downcast, and I understood everything. She comforted me softly and told me how to see the rainbow without going through the storm. Then, my mother also helped me analyze the problem and told me how to solve the problem. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally understood the root of the loss, and my mother smiled comfortably. what! Mothers selflessly give love to us, and we can thrive. Come, let us all be grateful to our mother, do something for her, even if it is just washing the feet, wiping the tables and chairs, I believe that these insignificant moves will certainly comfort the mother's tired heart. I remember when I was young, I was very self-willed, and my own things could not be given to others or taken away by others without my consent. One day, I came home from school and saw my cousin crying. My mother took the plush bear who was about to be thrown away by me and took her sister. At the time, I was very angry because my mother took me with my consent. I quickly ran over and threw the plush bear to the ground. My mother did not comfort me as usual. After the cousin left, my mother severely criticized me. Make me know how to be tolerant and to have love. It is my mother who often sounds the alarm in my ear; I often teach me to be honest, trustworthy, and brave, and also my mother; I often guide my study, still my mother! Maternal love is deep, maternal love is delicate, and maternal love is also selfless and great. I have to use my heart to experience and feel, in order to be eligible to accept this love, this priceless love. This year's Mother's Day reminds me of what a philosopher said: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes! My mother gave me love, so I will never forget, I will never forget it!

Thanksgiving mother

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