Love

"Zhang Qing, how is the table so messy, go clean up! Hey, you are in the fifth grade, and you are in the sixth grade at the beginning of the school. How can you tell me..." It’s only a few days after the summer vacation, my mother’s snowy The snoring sounded in my ear. I packed up the table, took out the homework book, and while I was writing, I kept my mother in my heart all day long from morning till night. I heard my ears grow long.

"How do you count this question," I made a big jump, and I turned my head and looked at it. My mother’s fierce eyes stared at me tightly, as if the fire dragon was ready to erupt, I I quickly changed it. "When you write your homework, your back is straight, your head is not too low, and you have told you how many times. How can you still remember that you have to climb to the book!" Hey, my mom, these I will be back, and I will be embarrassed.

Mother not only learns to go to school, but also publishes her "long story." "Come to Zhang Qing, eat bitter gourd, bitter melon is to go to the fire, summer is best." Ah? The bitter gourd is bitter and awkward, I don't like it the most! "Mom, I don't want to eat bitter gourd." How about it! Not only eat that, but also fish head soup! "My mother said that she would bring vegetables into my bowl. After a while, she became a mountain. Under the pain of my mother, I reluctantly ate the dishes."

My mother is jealous of me every day, I know that it is out of love for me, love in my heart, my good mother who loves you!

Fifth grade: Zhang Qing