a letter to mom

Dear mother:

Hello!

After so many years of hard work, I have worked hard for you. I used to be too ignorant. Whenever I encounter a little thing, I will lose my temper. If I don’t like things in my life, I will always go home and roar like a lion. Your comfort at this time. It makes me feel uncomfortable, just like you are bullying me, my mother, sorry, maybe this is just a rebellion in adolescence.

The blue silk of the year was hoarfrost, the white skin was a little dark yellow, and the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes were deepening. My mother, the years have deprived my youth, and the pace of time is accelerating, my mother, but I will not forget you. If little love is a star, then the mother's great love is the Milky Way, the beautiful interstellar without gaps. In the long river of memory, there are always many things, each of which is the exclusive garland that mothers weave with little love. The thing that never changes the law is breakfast, lunch and dinner every day. Although love is small, but the meaning is great, every drop of rice has the sweat of my mother, so I can't help but repay. "Mom, let me wash your feet today." "No, my mother's feet are very stinky, and there is a taste of bricks." "Mom's feet are not stinky, it is always the most beautiful in my opinion. "You go to do your homework, go to bed early." "Mom, no." After I was soft and hard, my mother finally agreed. My mother's feet were rough. At this time, my mother was soaked in warm water. I couldn't resist the fatigue, my eyes closed slightly, and then my mother suddenly asked me what happened. I said nothing, maybe it was cold. In fact, my mother felt a drop of water instead of water falling on your feet, because that It is tears. Years involve not only thoughts, but also the hard work of my mother. It is not easy for you to make money. You have to wash your clothes every day at noon. I am very curious to ask you why, you just say that love is clean, I don’t think so. On that day, I rushed to the clothes first, and I felt wet. At this time, I understood everything. The whole piece of clothes was the sweat of my mother. The tears slipped again inadvertently. Perhaps, I grew up a little. .

Mom, when you are sad, let me tell you, I will always be your pistachio, mother, when you are troubled, maybe you can tell me, I will always be your daughter, mother, when you are sad, tell I am jealous, there is no reason, because you are my mother, a mother with great motherly love. Mom, I will always love you!

Sincerely

salute

Your daughter: Mengni

September 28, 2019

First day: Mengni