My "devil" mom

It is said that maternal love is warm, but my maternal love is happy + heartache. Why is it terrible? Let me explain it below!

My mother is a very simple and cute old urchin. She is 43 years old. She is only as low as a national child. Now she is only a librarian, but she has the temperament of college students because I think my mother is better than Those college students know more. Whenever I don't read books or play, my mother will tell me a lot of truths, what to say, now I don't know how to grow up in the future! Just when my mother said this, my little head knows how to know so much when my mother doesn’t go to school! Is it a god? Don't look at her stupid, she is smart! Hey, every time I study, I will play a little smart. For example, today, if my mother wants me to write English, I will sneak my answer on the book. When she doesn’t pay attention, I will quickly flip the book, but I will lie to it every time. Mom, she will turn the book up and let me write on other books, which makes me very discouraged. But my mother is very simple, what is it, not what is not. Will not let the unreal things become real, she will simply give her a small thing will make her satisfied, but she is really a "devil" when she starts her temper, she will feel the eyes change when she loses her temper I’m going to kill, I’m on fire, and I’m waving my fists and rushing over unscrupulously. I am most afraid that my mother will become a "devil", so I will try to make her angry. Lest she lose her temper and become a "devil" will not care about anything. But she also cares about me and loves me. I remember one night, I suddenly had a high fever and it was raining. My mother was carrying me on the street. After I arrived at the hospital, I stayed with me and knew that I was awake. She didn't sleep for me like that night, my heart was a little bit cramped, I couldn't tell the pain, my mother saw that I woke up, and even cried my heart once again like the pain of being cut by a knife. Seeing my mother for me, my eyes are red, and I seem to have a few more silvery hairs and wrinkles to follow, for my fear. I feel so good and I am mad! Why don't I listen to my mother's words and go out to play in heavy rain. Mom didn't blame me for asking me how to say it! She didn't look at herself anymore. She didn't care if she was sick, but she took care of my disobedient child. I was so touched!

This is my "devil" mother, she made me have a special maternal love.

The first day of the 17th Middle School in Changzhi City, Shanxi Province