a letter to the mother

Dear mother:

Hi! This time, I want to communicate with you in the way of friends and letters.

Every time I have dinner, you are always silently bearing my spit, never interrupting my jealousy. Just after I finished speaking, put forward your opinion and say some of your heartfelt words. Sometimes, you are as blunt as a close friend.

Remember when I was a kid? Whenever I make a mistake, you don't point out my shortcomings like a friend. Instead, I say that I picked up my pants and hit my little butt, and my hands came alternately. At that time, my heart was just complaining about why you were doing this to me. However, I was blinded by tears, but I ignored the pain in your eyes.

Time has passed and the memory at that time has slowly faded. You are slowly changing. I don't know when it started. There are fine wrinkles in front of your forehead. Your white hair is slowly intensive, so much that I have to dye your hair from time to time.

Mom, friend, then I understand and understand your tolerance for me. Tolerate my bad temper and tolerate everything about me. You can always get used to the bad habits of throwing things when I lose my temper. Because you know, my temper is coming fast. You know that I am a child, and everything is like the face of a child in June. I realized that now I understand.

How do you know me, your friends. I don’t think of a "love" word for your feelings. Grateful, not to talk about it, many people nowadays, no matter how good the students are, or how high-level teachers are in the child, always put gratitude on their lips. However, mother, I want to make you feel a little bit of truth that you should receive from me. Let me give you everything. Friend, can you?

I really want to see that when I realize my promise, you will squint and say to me:

"I am optimistic about you!"

Guozhong: Grade 6 of Huangdeng Middle School, Jiading District, Shanghai: Xing Mengran