Grateful, talk about the mother’s things

You are my first sunshine in the morning, warming my heart; you are my first dew, moisturizing my dead branches; you are the first spring of my life, watering my dreams.

When I am still a baby, you are sleeping in a warm embrace. When I still can't walk, it is your courage to take my hand. When I said the first sentence "Mom", your eyes flashed in tears. I know that is happiness. When I first entered the school and were curious about new things, you always told me patiently and gave me courage. In the middle of the night, you are accompanying me to write homework in front of the lamp; in the morning, you are wearing a red scarf for me, smiling and watching me go.

Who is not making mistakes in the process of growing up? Once, I was fighting with my classmates. When I got home, I saw my classmates with her mother and her mother complaining. My mother saw me, grabbed me in front of her and told me to kneel down, and told me to apologize to my classmates. For the first time, I rebelled against my mother. Mother is slamming me with trees in front of others. I lowered my head and didn't cry out. I still went down from tears. I hated my mother. The mother also shed tears when she beat herself. The classmate's mother can't stand it anymore. If she says it, she advises her mother not to fight. After they left, the mother cried and hugged me, and the hatred in my heart suddenly vanished.

In fact, my mother is like a candle when I write homework, correcting my mistakes, and also giving me the motivation to move forward and illuminate the road ahead. Fortunately, I have you on my journey of growth, thank you, dear mother!

Third day: her city festival