Thanksgiving mother

Dear mother:

Hello!

It is you, giving birth to me with selfless motherly love, giving me precious life, bringing me to this colorful world; it is you, teaching me to learn and talk thousands of times with enthusiasm, and helping me learn to walk. I took the first step in my growth. When I scored, you always stood behind me silently, reminding me to guard against arrogance and arrogance; when I encounter setbacks, you always patiently encourage me and give me a steady flow of confidence and courage.

Looking back at my path of growth, my mother, every moment, every moment, is intertwined with your warm smile and words of concern. I remember that when I was a child, I was very naughty. I often jumped up and down like a monkey, always worrying you. Once, you and Dad were washing clothes. I jumped on the sofa alone. Because of my carelessness, my feet slipped and I only heard a loud bang, and my head hit the coffee table. I was scared to cry, you not only did not blame me, but hugged me in my arms and asked if I was hurt, comfort me not to be afraid, mother you are my umbrella, always care for me.

Mom, there are a lot of self-study in your school, and you always take the time to check my homework and explain to me some problems that I don't understand. I know that you like to learn, but for the sake of my study, I have delayed your own progress for many times. After our efforts, I achieved the first place in the class in the second grade exam. You tell me at this time: Don't be proud, the grades only represent the past, indicating that you have studied very well during this period of time. It does not mean that your future is still so good. You can only achieve better by constantly studying hard. Results.

Remember that day? I didn't listen to your advice and put on the short sleeves. In the afternoon, the weather became more and more stuffy. When it was school, it was raining. When I was in a hurry, when I got home, my mother had rushed to me and looked at me. When it was whitish, she took off her coat and put me on my back. On the way, the raindrops ruthlessly smacked everything. I suddenly saw my mother snoring in the car. The original mother’s coat had only one thin coat. The rain is also more arrogant, soaking everything around, of course, including the thin mother. The rain slid down the mother's forehead and soaked the collar, but she completely ignored it. She just rode hard, and the rain continued to follow. In this stormy evening, my mother's thin windbreaker was so warm and full, as if a force was secreted, constantly tumbling, suddenly all over the body, warming my heart.

From small to large, my mother's love is everywhere, just like a trickle to nourish us to grow, I love you mom!

Sincerely

salute!

Your daughter: Li Yating

April 16, 2019

Gansu Zhangye Linze County & & Fifth Country Three Years: Li Yating