unique you

What is unique in the world? When we hear this question, we will think of a lot, for example, family, friendship, love, and so on. There are many, many things that are unique. However, these unique things sometimes "degenerate", so I think this is unreliable. However, there is one thing that occupies the most vulnerable position in my heart. It replaces everything. It is "mother love". The "boss" of this thing is - mother. I asked a lot of things from my mother that many ordinary people couldn't get. However, this "boss" has never had a complaint. From my birth to the present, seventeen years, I have asked for the "boss". Years of goods, feelings and other invaluable things can be felt, this has become a habit that cannot be changed. Today is the "Boss" festival - Women's Day on March 8th. My small customer who has been extorting for 17 years now wants to return this "boss" once. It doesn't need to be too grand, not too gorgeous, just simple. I took out 300 yuan from my small vault and went to the supermarket to pick up the dishes my mother liked. After buying the dishes, I started the next step - cooking. Technically quite skilled, I spent about two hours to make a sumptuous dinner for the "boss". Most of the projects have been completed, just waiting for the "boss" to come back. It’s already dark, and the “boss” is coming back. At this time, I heard the sound of a key opening, and there was a little nervousness in my heart. It’s the first time in seventeen years. After the "Boss" entered the door, it was obviously scared by the dark room. At this moment, I put the colorful neon lights hanging on the wall. The shape of the lamp is a big heart next to it, "Mom, baby loves you." Then I put all the lights in the room, and at the same time, I came down from the ceiling with a banner and a fireworks. The banner said, "Happy mother's holiday!" When all this was finished, I saw Looking at the stunned mother at the door, she was obviously scared by such a scene. I looked at it carefully. My mother’s eyes were red and the curvature of her mouth had risen to the point where it could not continue to rise. I ran to my mother and took her mother's hand to take her to the table. After seeing this table, my mother's expression was more complicated. She found that this table dish was her favorite food, and I loved it. Every time, my mother will say that she doesn't like to eat. In fact, she just doesn't want to eat. Those naughty teardrops seem to be like the students who are in class. I heard the long-lost class bells flowing out of my mother’s eyes. I was busy wiping the tears of my mother’s eyes, the moment I wiped my tears for my mother. I found one thing, my mother is old. Yes, forty-one years, now my mother is forty-one years old. She has experienced fourty-one years of vicissitudes. Seventeen years ago, she lived for herself and lived for her father and mother. Seven years later, she lived for me. She never thought about what she was going to do, just thinking about me, not letting me be poor, hungry, frozen, and it doesn't matter to me. Looking at the fine wrinkles in her eyes, it was filled with countless sweats; touching her rough big hand, the palm of her hand was also mixed with endless bitterness. I feel that my mother is too hard, so in order not to let my unique mother suffer this kind of suffering in the latter half of my life, I decided that from today, I will study hard and try to test a surprisingly good result. Reward me as a unique one.

The third day: Wang Wenyue