my mom

Bronze skin, a pair of "black grapes", a beautiful nose, a delicate little mouth, a small face like a doll. This is my good mother.

Mom is very concerned about my study. When I have a homework problem, I will ask my father to explain it to me. When the composition is not well written, my mother will guide me to patiently modify it.

My mother loves to be clean. Every morning, I can see her washing clothes; after dinner, I can hear her mopping the floor; from time to time, I can hear her saying that my father and I are, because we are doing damage again. Everyone who came to my house saw that the floor was so light that it could be lit; the room was clean and spotless; the balcony was still full of freshly washed clothes.

My mother cares about my body. In the second grade, a night of the north wind, my mother found that I had a fever, and immediately gave me a temperature, 39.5 degrees. She immediately took out the small medicine box and gave me medicine. Still can't see better. My mother looked at me uncomfortable and was in a hurry.

Mother put on her clothes at the fastest speed, took me up from the bed and went downstairs. How could the mother not stop a taxi? At that time, the north wind was "squeaking" and the mother was struggling to carry me on the dark street. I looked really distressed.

She trots all the way, and the sweat of the beans ran out of her hair. The hospital, which is only ten minutes away, usually suddenly becomes so far away, as if it will never reach.

Half an hour later, we arrived, and my mother carried me into the doctor's office. The silent corridor clearly echoed my mother's rapid gasp...

When I got to the office, my mother found a doctor. After a while, the needle stuck into the back of my hand, and my mother’s nervous look gradually eased...

The next morning, I woke up and looked at the sleeping mother next to me. I found that my mother's eyes were wearing dark circles. Needless to say, my mother kept me in the middle of the night and just fell asleep.

Mom will do whatever she wants. When she washes the pot, accompanied by the symphony of the pots and pans, the mother will be cleaned for a while. When she cleans the room, it will take half an hour, and a clean and tidy room will be in front of you. ......

Sometimes she also loves to control this tube. In her eyes, my sister and I are not left, and the right is not. I have no choice but to train me and my sister at home all day.

This is my mother.

Fourth grade: black loneliness