Writing to my mother's book

Dear mother:

Hello!

I remember a song that sang like this: "Grateful heart, thank you for your fate..." Really, Mom, I thank God of Destiny for arranging me to be your son. How lucky and happy I am!

Mom, your love is warm winter sun. I remember that every morning I opened my eyes and I saw your soft eyes and beautiful smiles like a full moon. In your eyes, the son who is dubbed "clown" by friends is always so heroic and eager. You are like a crow mother in a fairy tale, your own ugly child is also the most beautiful child. Mom, your love is your warm smile. I remember, when I came home from school every day, when I called "Mom" to come over to you, you always open your arms like a hen's mother with open arms and bring me into your warm arms, giving me the most passionate hug. . Mom, your love is your affectionate hug. I remember that when it was cold, you always hold out a big hand and hug me tightly, and vacate the other hand to hold my cold little hand tightly, and use the hot air from the mouth to warm it from time to time. I have these little hands. Mom, your love is the heat of your mouth. Everywhere, your love is like a winter sun. Mom, you make my young heart filled with warmth and happiness forever!

More often, your love for me is like a gentle spring breeze. Every morning, you always remind me to bring milk, then hurriedly take it out and put it on my hand. Mom, your love is the sweet milk in your hands. When you eat every day, you always tirelessly advise me to eat less pickles, eat more fish and vegetables, and then pick up the fish that removes the fish bones. Mom, your love is the fragrant fish in your hands. Every time the test fails or you have a dispute with your classmates, when you come home with a wounded heart, you always give me a whisper to analyze the reasons, then find out the problem and guide my thoughts. Mom, your love is your whisper. Mom, it is your love, let me grow like a spring sapling!

And sometimes your love is like a summer shower. I remember when I was young, I was active and fun, and I didn't want to do homework. Once, your old punch, put my palm print on my ass. At this point, I became obedient and disciplined. Mom, your love is the red palm print on my butt. I remember that when I was in the middle age, I was always unwilling to stand on the trumpet for half an hour. I always wanted to find an excuse to find reasons for it. It was a small stick that you didn’t know in your hands, and let me try again and again. The ground dispelled this idea. Mom, your love is the slender little wooden stick in your hand. In the past two years, I was fascinated by the computer, and I didn't care about the homework assigned by the teacher. After I finished the work, I was soaked in the computer. When I saw the game addiction, I was so anxious, a severe reprimand, let me thoroughly The ground is clear. Since then, away from the temptation of computer games. Your love is your resentment. It is the summer rain-like love that you are rushing from the wind and lightning. I wake up my lost brain and let me wake up to my growing mistakes, not to make a mistake.

Your love is like a clear, quiet autumn water, let me see at a glance. You always look at me with your eyes as deep as autumn. At the dinner table, your eyes tell me that the old people should enjoy the dishes first. On the bus, your gaze tells me that the old man and the child should sit first and understand the courtesy. When you are interacting with friends and playing games, your eyes tell me that you have to face difficulties and not to retreat. Regardless of my right or wrong, good or bad, you always remind me with gentle eyes, encourage me, let me bravely face everything in life, learn to love myself, love others, and understand "old and old" The old, the young, the young and the young." Mom, your love is the autumn-like look that you have all the intent, and the deep-eyed eyes make me grow.

Mom, today is your birthday. I am grateful to you with a grateful heart: "Thank you for your fate, thank you."

Wishing mom

Always happy

Always beautiful and young!

Son: Liu Benyong