Memory scratch

When it rises like a star in the horizon of life, I see hope. It broke through the darkness before dawn and brought me into a new bright world.
It is like a small piece of dust that fills the earth, it gives me comfort and help when I am most helpless. It is the hope that I bring to the most helpless.
It is like a candle, although it is not as good as a beacon, but he can still shine with brilliance. It is not so small, it is the aura of love. It burns itself selflessly, but it illuminates me.
This is maternal love, the magical greatness of love lies in its selflessness.
From childhood to childhood, from the birth of wow, crying to curiosity, to stumbling, my life seems to be full of difficulties and obstacles from an early age. On the rugged growth path, my mother has been with me all the time, breaking through the path of infinite darkness in front of me, letting me see the light and let me enter the new bright world.
The ignorant teenager is another exam. "The transcripts are sent down, go home and let the parents sign. The parents will bring the parents together tomorrow." The class teacher said with a serious face. I really feel hopeless, and my English scores are still not improving. I completely lost my confidence in English. I thought that the transcripts were held in my hands by me. The sky was faint, and the road to go home seemed to grow a lot longer. I dragged my head and dragged my heavy footsteps to move hard.
When I got home, my mother had already waited for me for dinner. I ran the transcripts and ran into my room. I couldn’t help myself with tears to confide in my heart. Soon, the mother pushed in and took the dilapidated transcript in her hand. My mother saw my thoughts, and there was always an increase in the accumulation of time. My mother gave me an English tutoring class to help me improve my English.
Everything, my mother gave me comfort when I was most helpless, and helped me the most. Mom is ordinary and great, like a little dust······
The young mother gently pushed the door open, put a cup of hot milk on the table, and went out. I looked at the watch subconsciously. At eleven o'clock, why didn't my mother sleep? I finally finished my homework. I stretched out and the lights in my mother's house were still on. My mother was always with me and waiting for me to rest. The small touch from the bottom of my heart filled my eyes with tears.
One piece of past events...

The third day of the Zhuocheng Kingdom in Weifang, Shandong: Xin Shengsen