Have you on the road to growth

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Nice to have you! Every time I go home from school, I am looking forward to it, I am looking forward to it, I am worthy of happiness, just because of you----Mother!

'Childhood'

"My good mother, come home from work, work for a day, how hard it is..." When I was on the way to school in the first and second grades, I often yelled at this song and jumped and sneaked on the road. . The memories gradually unfolded in this faint ink. I saw a little girl who was wearing two horns, the lines around the scenery became soft, and the sunset pulled her shadow long and long...

I didn't like the sunset when I was a child. Because "the sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk." The sunset always carries a kind of symbol of a sadness, the end.

"Mom, mom..." I am still climbing the stairs, but I can't wait to let my mother know that her daughter is back. The door was opened, and my mother always took my bag and asked me if I had serious problems in class. Then, taking my little hand into the house to wash my hands, I smiled and asked if I was hungry. I always said that I was starved to death and starved to death. My mother heard that I always scratched my nose. After that, I looked at me quietly. There was something in my eyes that I couldn’t understand. Then I said "good." After that, my mother would secretly like a magician. I changed my favorite fruits, like grapes, mangoes, longanes, watermelons... When I was young, I used to think that my mother was the most intimate and best magician in the world!

As a child, because of your magic, how many happy footprints are on the way to school! How many crisp songs are filled! This is a boat carrying beautiful and happy! Just because you are on the road to growth - mother!

'grow up'

The sunset has not changed, people are no longer, things are no longer. I have grown up and I am a middle school student. The road to middle school runs counter to the path of the small country. The scene on the road is different. There was one song that was crisp and sloppy on the way to school. I always felt a little lonely and a little deserted. The door is no longer the door opened by the mother, but the door is opened by the key. When I touch the door, the cold erodes my heart, and my hand suddenly shrinks. The sound of the door "吱" broke the silence of the house. Put a good bag and glance at the grapes, mango, longan, and watermelon on the table, but the temperature of the mother's palm is less, the smile of love, and the sudden change of taste. The buzz of the alarm clock casts a layer of crepe on the house, lonely and empty. Mom, already a passing passenger in this house, rarely meets in a day, let alone come together to play with me on the weekend.

Going to the balcony, I want to blow the air, look at the scenery, and suddenly find a piece of paper.

daughter:

My mother has to work overtime again today. There is a meal in the kitchen. If it is cold, heat it up. Hungry, the fruit on the table is specially prepared for you, remember to wash your hands.

mom

The shallow smile was on my face, and tears fell in the depths of my heart. I looked up and suddenly found that the sunset was actually beautiful and beautiful...

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