Mom, actually, you don’t understand my heart.

Dear mother:

I want to say to you:

Mom, I have always had a lot of words to say to you, but when I talk to my mouth, I will swallow. I am afraid, afraid that you will cut off my words straightforwardly, and then carry out your long story of a little doll that is not sensible. Your face is no longer peaceful, and the beautiful eyebrows are erected. I know it is also terrible. Your eyes are different. It seems that you have to make a spark, you are complaining, you are complaining that your only daughter does not understand your heart, not your comfortable little cotton jacket. You are very angry. After all, it is a piece of meat that has fallen from a small body. You are also distressed. You are very upset about the situation of the mother and daughter, but they refuse to make a concession.

Mom, do you know? Behind your complaint, I am also very upset, I am also complaining, complaining and remorse. I also learned to make concessions step by step. I know very well that my beautiful mother, the wise mother, was ruthlessly wrinkled by the years but still loves me. Seeing that the water is like water, the constant gentleness, from the first moment of birth, I know, this is the mother who will fight with me for a lifetime but love me.

Mom, do you know? I have inherited your reluctance and dad's dexterity. People say that I am like you, tall like you. They say, "It's so good!". Mom, actually, I also have this little smartness. I also proudly threatened: "I don't look in this world!" Yes, I don't have this ability. The first time I learned to be a low-key person is because of you. education. When you were young, you continued to have a long black hair with a dull look and peace. In my words: "Mom, your calmness is like a long hair fluttering, floating back and coming back, never leaving the sect, don't worry about being contented."

Mom, do you know? You alone took me around in a city for a few years. Grandma always said that you are not easy. Later, I understand things, and I understand your difficulties. I am always obedient at my father's side. Dad's colleague praises me as the quietest one of my age. Can I be by your side? My first second ring tree looked into the distance, got the award from my mom's colleague, and started running around the building in the next second. The colleagues who ran were sweaty and said: "I look at this girl and I am not quiet." Perhaps in your eyes, quiet is the pronoun of An Sheng? Quiet children are easy to raise, easy, but I am pulling, not. How much is added to you?

Mom, do you know? I have written 725 words here, I think, close it.

Mom, that's it, you have worked hard.

I wish you no longer youth, pure come back, second seconds of joy, smile does not change.

Not 乖乖*: Wen Wenfeng

Second day: the wind is smooth