Mom, thank you.

At a very young age, my mother’s image is very great in my heart. My mother’s friends asked me, I think what kind of person my mother is, I will smile: “It’s more sacred than the goddess!” Said, it is taken for granted.

The sky is also accompanied by the sunset, the breeze through the window, licking my cheek, I am now in the head teacher's office, the teacher is so angry that his face is almost green, walking around in front of me, is not erecting the index finger at I shook up and down in front of my eyes. "You... How did you learn this semester? You can take the test at home, you don't want to learn, where to come back!" The teacher is angry, but the words are all outside. Disappointed. Our class is one of the best classes in the school. Well, it is out of my oil bottle. The old man is taken for granted. "Call your mother, I can't teach you this student! You said that you are not stupid? What are you thinking about?" I don't ask for mercy, thinking in my heart; "I was not stupid." I can't blame me for learning like a waterfall. Originally, my small achievement was not the first. It was not bad. Who told you to force me to come, I don't know if I am in a rebellious period! You are not so forced, do not test The top of the school, at least 2,300 now?"

However, the more I was silent, the more angry the old class was. I finally called my mom and drank: "Leave back, wait for her to think about the importance of learning again!" Mom didn't talk, but I also saw it. Her eyelashes are moist, and today, the sky is clear, so it is not rain and wet. My mother kept silent all the way, and I followed her quietly. Along the way, there was always a word in my mind, which made my heart beat faster: "The eve of the storm is very quiet!"

Back home, it seems that I think all the way, my mother just handed me an apple, and then let me read the room. I nodded and promised. After a while, somehow, my stomach hurt so badly, I licked my stomach and couldn’t help but pick it up. My mother probably heard it, opened the name of the room, saw it, and took me to the hospital, and kept me playing. Hanging the needle, and taking the heavy rain to buy things for me, and stepping on the water to find a doctor for me, I looked at my mother silently, my heart was bitter, and my eyes were wet by the "cheap" liquid.

Mom, thank you for being a frowning brow when I am sick. Thank you for your deep gaze when I am doing something wrong, and thank you for holding my hand in my hand when I am sad. Mom, I want to thank you, too much.

The third middle school of Qingzhen City, Qingzhen City, Guizhou Province, China