a letter to mom

My dearest mother:

Night, very quiet, the full moon like a jade plate walks through the clouds, and the faint moonlight shines on the earth. I never felt that night, so deep. My dear mother, are you resting? I think you are still worrying about the mistakes I made? You are always like this, for me, I don’t know how to care for my body! Mom, take a break early. How much do you know in your dreams? I wish you a good night's sleep.

Can you forgive me? I know that you are still saddened by the words that I am rushing to you in the morning. Is it worth it for me? I know that in life, I have a lot to make you sad. But for my own little self-respect, my words are not good enough to make you sad. In fact, I already knew that I was wrong and I never dared to talk to you in detail. It may be the age gap between us. But I still have to say sorry to you. It’s hard to report San Chunhui.

People say, what language should I use to express your love for me, and what kind of emotions should I use to express my gratitude to you, how can I reward you? The dragon is still raining in the sun, and the old tree is deeper in the spring. Mother loves the sea, mother loves the mountain! Maternal love is selfless and great! Because it is the purest and most simple emotion of human beings, it is a love that only pays for it and does not ask for it. It’s true: “The mother’s hand is in the line, and the wanderer is on the clothes.”

The higher the moon, the more it passes through the gauze-like micro-clouds.

I am so gray, I want to make up for my mistakes. In fact, age is not a real problem. It is our lack of conversation. I remember when you were a child, you took my little toddler and learned the words in your arms. Really, I really want to go back to the past. Cherish what you have now and forget what you haven't had in the past. I remember when I was a child, I always asked you, would you always love me? You always rubbed my forehead, which seemed to be too long, looked at me gently, and nodded with a smile. I was so naive at the time! how far is Forever? Ask the teacher, laugh and not answer; ask the classmates, far away! how far is Forever? I ask myself. Yes! Ten years of life and death, not thinking, unforgettable! Tomorrow's day tomorrow, how much tomorrow? Hundreds of years are also nothingness in front of the Buddha. how far is Forever? How far is the heart, how far is the person!

I love you mom.

Fifth grade: Liang Jiaxin 123