a letter to mom

Dear mother:

Hello!

"Oh my mother, the mother in the candlelight, your black hair is frosted." Whenever singing the song "Mother in the Candlelight" by Mao Auntie, I remembered the heart that you have broken for me all these years. In the past, the yellow hair of your hair has now produced a few silver hairs. Mom, maybe you are too busy. Forgot what day it is today! Today is the common holiday of your great mothers, March 8th, Women's Day.

On the 38th Women's Day every year, my daughter can only buy you some cheap items, draw a picture or make a greeting card. This year, it is different. My daughter will write a letter to you this year with a grateful heart.

Mom, do you remember? When I was very young, when our family was still in the bungalow, once, I happened to be getting influenza. After you have used a lot of methods to treat me, it hasn't had much effect, but you didn't give up. Maybe you see me, the painful look of a fever, just take a try and try to buy the white wine, hand dipped some white wine, while rubbing his hand and rubbing my throat. At noon, you may be too tired! Forgot to add coal to the stove, you later told me that after the two fell asleep, I often woke up and coughed up. At the time, when there was smoke in the house, I was coughing there! Wake up to you, or else both of us have been poisoned by soot, and may be life-threatening. At that time, you were also poisoned. You still got me to the hospital. How did you get to the hospital? You also refused to say more. At that time, you sent me with the three aunts. When we arrived at the hospital, we both played the bottle. These things, I will never forget.

It is you, hard experience, pregnant in October, carrying my six-pound child; it is you, giving me more selfless love, giving me more beautiful memories; it is you, educating me how to behave , accompany me to grow up. Every time, when I comb your hair, when I see the frost on your hair, my heart can’t help but feel like it’s like a five-flavored bottle. It’s not a taste; every time, I finish my homework. It’s already late at night, and when you see you falling asleep, you feel very good. When I saw a few more lines on your face, my heart was sore. Mom, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't be so tired, so many frosts, lines. Now, my mood at this moment can only be expressed in one paragraph: "Mom, thank you, it is you, let me grow up; Mom, I am sorry, I let you, suffered so many sins, so that you will be so hard Mom, when I grow up, I will not let you work hard and let you enjoy. So, I will study hard and honor you when I grow up. No, I will honor you now. Mom, you have worked hard." All the world Good mother, you have worked hard!

I wish you:

Good health, good luck, happy every day! ! !

Your daughter: Zhao Yue

March 08, 2019

Tongliao No. 4 Middle School: Zhao Yue