Thank you, mom.

Mother hands line, wandering clothing. Departure thick seam, meaning fear of delay in return. Who is arrogant, and reported to San Chunhui. "This poem not only illustrates the mother's kindness to the children, but also praises the greatness of the mother.

In my childhood, my mother was my master: rice was fed by my mother, clothes were taught by my mother, and my name was written by my mother... Mother is omnipotent and great.

I grew up day by day, but I don't know why, the mother's kind smile is no longer common, and it is often a harsh face. There are only desks, desk lamps and countless exercises that accompany me every day. “Don't the mother love me?” I came up with this idea again and again, and denied it again and again. When I was young, my mother taught me to write, recite poetry, wash clothes for me in the cold winter, and organize the room for me in the heat of summer... The day I was eight years old, at two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was heavy rain and thunder. I suddenly started a high fever, my father was not at home, my mother looked at me, and looked out the window. I carefully put on my raincoat and decided to run up to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard the mother's rapid gasping. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, let me go and go!" The mother replied resolutely. "How can it be done? You have a high fever, how can you walk in the rain? Put the raincoat tightly, ten million Don't be drunk." My eyes can't help but get wet. The rain road slipped, the mother slammed, almost fell, and after standing firm, she eagerly asked me: "Is it okay?" I said: "Nothing!" The mother sighed with relief and said with relief: "That's good, then Just fine." In this way, the mother took me to the hospital with a deep foot and a shallow foot.

Because I am weak, my mother always thinks about burning the dishes I like to eat and giving me more nutrition. The red-flavored lion's head, the crispy and tender sweet and sour pork ribs, the spicy and attractive spicy chicken; the mother will also make the delicious and delicious Babao rice, Laba porridge... Many students have eaten the dishes cooked by the mother, they envy me. There is a good mother who can cook vegetables, which makes me very proud. Mom is very hardworking: she doesn't take a break after class, she starts cooking; after dinner, she is busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with housework. My mother always asked me: "Is your homework finished?" Only after I finished my homework, did my mother let me help her with housework.

My mother’s “squatting” is too many things, sometimes it’s caused by my playfulness, sometimes it’s caused by my words being written incorrectly, sometimes it’s caused by my lack of test results... but I’m from the bottom of my heart. Thanks to my mother’s “唠叨”, because of this “唠叨”, I have today’s me.

My mother cares for me in meticulously, just like the sunshine of the spring gives the grass a kindness. I will never repay this mother's love that is higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea!

Sixth grade: Ni Jingwen