Mom, my favorite

The night was quiet, very quiet, only occasionally heard the car's tweet. I lay in bed without sleep, tears gently slid, cold, dripping on the pillow, the pillow was wet. I got up and opened the curtains. The outside light was very bright. However, the night sky was dark. I searched hard, but I quickly disappointed. There are no stars in the night sky, no moon. I want them to go home!

I lay in bed, can no longer lock my mother's heart, thinking of my mother's heart slipped out again.

Mom, I miss you!

When the students asked my mother, I didn't know how to answer them. I often used the words "I don't know, I forgot." But these five words can't hide my inner sadness.

There are many kinds of roads, flat, rugged, and awkward. Isn’t this the fate of a person? In the various ways, "I choose a rugged, winding road." This is the deepest feeling in my heart. Rugged, awkward roads can give people the opportunity to hone themselves, and so on, my growing up experience has given me the tempering of the rugged road.

I have to be strong. This is the answer given in my heart. Mom, it seems to see you, even if it is a minute.

Gently sobbing, no gentle touch of the moonlight, only the light looked at me strangely there. There is a feeling in my heart, and that feeling cannot be expressed in words. The night was deeper, quiet, the stars and the moon went home, and I still had no sleep in bed.

postscript:

The star said: "I am gone, I miss you forever." I said: "If you miss your hardship, you will forget the sweetness and reunite in your dreams." Friends, confidants, parents, have you in your heart. I talked about my thoughts to the moonlight, and the feelings floated on the earth with the moonlight. Many voices said, "I miss you." There are friends who cry because of friendship, there are people crying because of love, and crying because of affection. . The earth also “frustrated” their children with their suffering, and how many people know, even if they know, who cares about them?

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