my mom

My mother, in her thirties, is a medium-sized man, with a slender figure, a face of a melon, a long, long hair, and a ponytail every day, posing behind her head. A pair of thin, long eyebrows have a pair of big eyes with water and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the high nose. It looks very gentle. I like to watch my mother smile most. When my mother smiles, she shows a white tooth. It looks great. Don't be confused by the appearance of my mother, she is a "big king" at home.

I remember once, when my mother asked me to practice the brush, I was reluctant and absent-minded. I was thinking about watching TV. I wrote a few brushstrokes three times and two times. At this time, my mother came over and saw my words. I couldn’t help but say, "Hey...hey...", gave me two slaps, picked up the words I just wrote, huddled, shredded, shattered, thrown into the trash can, pointed at me, reprimanded: "Just Based on your attitude, I still want to write a brush-written word." I glared at the red-faced face that I had just been beaten by my mother. I couldn’t help but shed my tears. I took the pen again and took it seriously. I really started writing. I know that my mother is good for me. She also often teaches me: I don’t work hard, the old man is sad. Although my mother has a little temper, she is very capable and hardworking. In the morning, the day is still not bright, my mother gets up early to make breakfast and wash clothes. When we get up, a hearty breakfast will show up in front of my eyes.

How about, I have one of the best mothers in the world, envy!

Third grade: Zhang Nan