I love my mom

Zhao Chaogang

It’s my mother who wakes me up from my sleep every day; my mother is sending me to school every day; my mother is busy with three meals a day for me; every day, I understand that it’s my mom. I love my mother because she loves me all the time.

When I was in kindergarten, I learned to sing "A Little Raven." When I was happy to sing this song, my mother asked me with a smile: "Why should the little crow repay his mother?" I can't find it. On the other reason, I replied: "Because it is his mother." The innocence of childhood is accompanied by childish words that make my mother laugh.

But after school, I thought my mother didn't love me. Why do you always point out that my practices are wrong? Why do you always say that my study is not working hard? Why do you always say that I am not as good as other students?

At a class meeting, the teacher told us "patriotism". The teacher gave many examples of patriots. Finally, we asked us how to be patriotic as a national student. We have a lot of different opinions. Finally, the teacher’s words made me remember. "Love the motherland will start from loving the hometown, and love the motherland will start from loving mothers. Because my mother is giving you the most selfless love every day."

Is my mother loving me? I remember that every time I eat well, my mother always let me eat more and eat more. I remember that every time I have a birthday, my mother will always buy me a big cake. I remember that every time I get sick, my mother will always be very nervous. After running, I remember that every time my grades fall behind, my mother is always restless; remember... yes, my mother really loves me.

Therefore, I also want to love my mother, because I want to be a good boy who is grateful. People often say: "Mother and mother are strict fathers", mothers are generally kind and amiable. My mother is harsh to me. Like my father, she is very strict with my achievements. It is really a standard "strict father and strict mother." But in the harshness of my mother, I deeply understand her love for me.

I remember when I was a child, I was more impatient. I was also a playful child. When I got home, I started to go crazy and dark, and my homework would be done very late. At that time, my parents were working far away from the city thousands of miles away. I couldn’t take care of me, and I was rebellious and didn’t listen to my grandmother’s words. Therefore, my mathematics scores are particularly poor, often on the edge of the passing line, and the language scores have been good since I was a child, so my mother came back from the field and began to supervise my studies.

In the future, I will come back to study under the supervision of my mother every day, and I will study under scolding and slap. Of course, my play will not disappear so soon, I will play with my mother when doing housework. At this time, the mother became extraordinarily serious and angry. Under her fierce reprimand, my tears would flow down without competing. Gradually, I developed a good habit of doing homework as soon as I went home, and my mother’s request for me was even higher.

My grades are getting better every day, and at the same time I am transferred to the current school to attend the third grade. When I was taking a test, my mother did not use force, but a strict education, because only this made my tears turn around. Sometimes I hate my mother, hate her from childhood to her, and she is strict with me. But at the same time, I will also blame myself. My mother wants to bring me back to the right track for me. I just want to bring me back on track. I am so disappointing. Is there any reason to blame and hate my mother?

Whenever there is no exam, my mother will always ask me: the score is not up to the standard, there is no new clothes and no lucky money. However, regardless of the achievement of the standard or not, the cotton jacket in my closet is increasing year by year. At this time, my mother's heart is soft. She is reluctant to let her beloved daughter wear old clothes to spend the most festive day of the year.

Nowadays, I have grown up and I am already a national graduate. I rarely see my mother as harsh as before. My mother's white hair has become more and more year after year, and the wrinkles are deeper. My mother's strictness has never appeared on me. Occasionally when I make a mistake. Mom just said a few words to me. My mother and I are almost as tall. We will also sit together and talk like our sisters during the days when she returns. It’s just that my mother just sat by and listened to me, illuminating the sun in my heart and blowing away the fog in my heart. Occasionally, she also talked about the innumerable passages that I told me when I was a child. It was very annoying to listen to, but now it is so useful. In learning, she is no longer as harsh as I used to be. Because she believes that I have grown up and have the ability to do my own thing. My mother's words and deeds reflect the love for me, and I love her, because my mother gives me not only life, but also the truth of being a man.

Strict and silent love, I finally realized today, although my mother has no longer been young, but her position in my heart is not replaced by anyone. My mother accompanied me to today, without her strictness, how can I have today?

I love mom!

Xi'an Jiaotong University, Xianyang County, Shaanxi Province, third grade: Metro Express