I am most grateful to someone.

"Only the mother is good in the world, and the mother of the mother is like a treasure." Whenever I hear this sentence, I will remember my mother. She is the one who gave birth to me, sent applause when I was successful; sent encouragement when I failed; taught me when I made mistakes; told me when I was proud. Her kindness to me is higher than the sky, like the depth of the sea. Maybe she is very ordinary, but she is always the greatest in my mind.

There was a small test. After I finished the volume, I began to look around. I didn’t even check it. I didn’t know that the error had creeped up on my papers. I looked at my papers smugly. The children, think: On the 95, hey, it should not be difficult. I am seated in the seat, waiting for the volume. After a day, the paper was sent down, I only took 90 points and mad at me. When I got home, I told my mother about this situation. My mother said that it was all proud and complacent. My mother also comforted me: "It doesn't matter, after the next test, check carefully, my mother believes that you are the best." I have a few words, I remember in my heart, I don’t forget it.

Another time, before the exam last year, I was uncomfortable, pale, and my mind was blank, I just wanted to vomit. When my mother saw it, she said to me: "Children, insist on persistence, you must pass the exam!" My mother's words, let me re-energize, report the good faith, she is also very reassured. Mom said: "If you work hard, you will have something to gain."

My mother is getting older, white hair has quietly exposed her head and feet, and there are more and more small pleats. I think: Mom broke my heart for me. I should use good grades or lighten my mother's burden to repay her, thank her and become a good boy.

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