a letter to mom

Dear mother:

Hello!

Mother, the teacher gave us an essay with the title "Gratefulness." When I saw this topic, I first thought of you.

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 to talk thousands of times with tens of thousands of encouragement, teach me to walk I took the first step in my growth. When I am successful, you are always standing 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 loving figure.

In my memory, I go to your bed every night, and I will drill into your arms and give you a splendid look. Mom, at that moment, I feel that the little princess in the fairy tale is not happy. However, just in the first grade, you ignored my protest and hardly drove me to a small independent room, let me sleep alone. I am crying, I am troubled, you are indifferent. During those days, in the dark night, I often secretly covered the quilt and cried, so that I was wronged! Mom, do you know? I even suspect that you don't love me. But now I know, Mom, you were interested in developing my independence. Today, many teachers and relatives praise me for being independent and capable of self-reliance and self-reliance. Mom, I understand your good intentions, mother, I love you more!

In the first grade, you send me an electronic diary, let me write down the joys and worries of the day, I sometimes can't insist on being lazy, you will patiently accompany me to write, bit by bit guide I am interested. I was promoted to the third grade. From time to time, I asked me to contribute to some websites, newspapers, magazines. Slowly, my composition began to emerge on the Internet, even in newspapers and magazines. Flowers and applause came from all sides, I felt it. Writing has brought me the fun, I can't stop the pen in my hand. Mom, do you know? Whenever my laziness rises and you smile and browse the picture of my composition space, you will knock it down. Mom, I love you, every day is even worse!

Mom, do you remember? Once I had a high fever, it was late at night, and my father was not at home on duty. You take care of me in every possible way, wipe me with a wet towel, feed the medicine, nervously observe my reaction... Toss until the middle of the night, when you see that I am not getting better, I am busy going to the gate to stop the taxi and go to the hospital. This time, there are taxis. After a long time passed, after you went back to the house, I saw my red-hot face rushing to tears and said, "Small, nothing, my mother took you to the hospital." Then, you bent down and left me. On your back, I quickly rushed to the hospital. Mom, I realized at that moment that you are not only a gentle and loving side, you are also a strong and brave warrior! If necessary, for your daughter, you will pick up a mountain! Mom, in the eyes of my daughter, you are like a goddess in a fairy tale, I am not only loving you, but also respecting you!

Mom, I am writing a love for you with gratitude. The daughter knows that no matter how beautiful the words, how gorgeous the rhetoric, but also express my gratitude. A thousand words, thousands of words, a sentence: Mom, thank you for growing up with me...

Finally, I wish my mother good health and good luck!

Your daughter: Zhou Ruru

April 16, 2019

Zhangye County, Gansu Province, and the third grade of the fifth and third countries: Zhou Ruru