a letter to mom

Dear Mom, When you receive this letter, you may be surprised - this is the first time I have written to you. "Music mother in the hands of the line, wandering clothes" let me really understand the greatness of maternal love, but also let me deeply understand the "who is arrogant, and reported the truth of Sanchunhui"! Mom, for many years, you have devoted all your efforts to your daughter. I grew up in the spring of your love. From now on, my daughter asks you - give your love a little bit to yourself! Maternal love is the greatest and most unselfish love in the world. Maternal love always travels through the ordinary little things, and everything the mother does for us is the expression of love. A careless person ignores the existence of maternal love, perhaps too much maternal love, too familiar, too ordinary; perhaps a heavy homework grinds out the embarrassment; or "like entering the room of Zhilan, long time without smelling it." Maternal love becomes indifferent in our indifference and negligence. In fact, as long as we are careful, motherly love is everywhere, everywhere, and the little things around us exude the radiance of maternal love. Mom, in my heart, you are always busy. Those chores that can never be done, prematurely kill your youth. They dye your black hair gray and leave a deep mark on your forehead. Looking at the marks left by you in the years, my heart will set off an inexplicable feeling. You are an ordinary person living among a few billion people, but you have to shoulder the heavy responsibility that many people have never served. Just because you are a mother; you are an ordinary person living among a few billion people, but you have to divide a heart into hundreds and work for this family. Just because you are a mother. Mother, you are a candle, burning from the head to the feet, has always been unknown, you are the greatest person in the world! The mother is like a spring silkworm, and she goes to the dead silk; her mother is like a candle, she is made into a gray tear; the mother is like a spring rain, and the moisturization is silent. The mother is the tears of the hardships of pregnancy in October; the mother is the 集成 集成 集成 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓 鬓; Mother, you are a flower, let me learn tolerance; mother, you are a flower, let me learn to be patient; mother, you are a flower, let me learn to be strong; mother, you are A flower, let me learn to give; mother, you are a flower, let me learn to stick. . Although I don't know if you are beautiful in the girlhood, I think, it must be a fairy, and it will fall from the sky. The world has grown a lot better. Mother, I will always love you! I wish you good health and good luck! Your daughter: XXX2019 March 7

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