a letter to mom

Ah, great mother, you have taught me a lot of knowledge that I can't learn in books: friendship needs to be maintained, failure is only short-lived...

Mom, I love you! It is you who use force. Gentle hands, calm. The wisdom of the language, the embrace of love, repairing my broken toy and injured heart again and again. It is you who have taught me honesty with sincerity and simple words and deeds. tolerant. Understanding and fraternity. It’s your strong bravery, telling me that without going through the wind and rain, there will be no rainbow.

In a blink of an eye, 12 years have passed; in the blink of an eye, 4,380 days have passed! ! A little baby who only wows and cries into a big girl in a blink of an eye! ! In the process of growing up, I really don't know how to come over, there are laughter, sadness! ~~ There are so many precious memories! ! Slowly relish, slowly think back, you can taste the happiness!

I really want to go back to my childhood, be held in my arms, and feel the temperature of my mother! ! I really want to see my mother's praise of my joy, and the proud look of my first English trophy; ask for a lower one, my mother's fierce look when I blame me, but I blame my look, but Now, I can't see anything!

Vaguely, I saw my mother trying to ride my bicycle and slowly riding to me! ! Yes, that is the illusion! ! "Go, hey, go home!! How are you doing today? What did the teacher say?" I sat on the back stool of my mother's bicycle and happily talked about everything that happened at school! Sometimes there will be some impatient! But mom, now, if you want me to talk, I will tell you! ! However, you can't hear it! When you walk into the kitchen, you will hear the sound of cooking and cooking. "Hey, come over and do it." But now, there is nothing in the kitchen, I can't hear anything! ! Every day, after school, go home, enter the house: "Mom, I am back!" Then I will smell the scent of the food that my mother made, but now I only smell the scent of the meal made by my grandmother, although it is even more fragrant! But it is not as warm as mom! Mom, where are you going? ! However, I can't smell the smell of my mother's food! When my mother was there, I did not cherish the maternal love that she gave me. Now, it is too late to get a little bit of maternal love from my mother!

That day, in the hall. I can't believe it is true, she, leave me! ! I am lying quietly on my "bed", mother, you wake up, look at me! ! Don't sleep! I spent a few days in the hospital, how did you become like this! You are up! You are not dead, right? Just went to another place, right? You still have to think about me, worry that I am right! ! I didn't expect it to be so fast, she could go to another world so soon! That day, it’s raining! Is the sky crying? Don't cry, mom just went to another place, we should wish her happiness there! That night, I thought a lot about my mother and me! ! However, only the vagueness is over!

Everyone comforts me and says, be strong! I really want to be strong, whether it is on the surface or in my heart, it is very strong! Everyone mentioned my mother, I have nothing to do with the surface, but my heart, tightly entangled, silent! On the surface, I am very strong, but my heart is really fragile! The word mother is like a big hammer. When you touch it, it will break! The students said that I don't want my mother at all! But who knows the real world in my heart! Because I have a lock on my heart, no one can see if I am strong or weak! ! On the night after my mother’s death, I will silently wipe away the tears that flow to my eyes! But be strong! So you can't flow too many tears, crying and crying silently, crying in your heart! ! Let others think that I am a strong child! ! Slowly, I learned to be strong!

Mom, no matter what you can't see in another world, you can't hear it! ! I still have to say: Mom, I love you! ! You must have a good time in another world! !

Mom, I love you! You have given me life. Let me come to this beautiful, lovely world; it is the first time you let me know butterflies, it is the first time you took me to see the rainbow, it was your first time to make me laugh, it was the first time you heard me say The first sentence ------ Mom, I love you! It is you who use force. Gentle hands, calm. The wisdom of the language, the embrace of love, repairing my broken toy and injured heart again and again. It is you who have taught me honesty with sincerity and simple words and deeds. tolerant. Understanding and fraternity. It is your strong bravery, telling me that without going through the wind and rain, there will be no rainbow -----

Mom, I love you! You gave me a world full of love and miracles, you are by my side, constantly urging me to encourage me to brave my dreams; you give me confidence, let me smile and face life. Leading me into a colorful childhood, let me always bathe in the sunshine of love, happiness. Healthy growth. I want to tell the world loudly: "Mom, I love you, love you forever!"

I love my mother, though, I love mom more than my mother loves me. When I was young, I always felt that my mother was as cold as frost, so cold and serious, I felt cold in the hot days.

Ah, great mother, you have taught me a lot of knowledge that I can't learn in books: friendship needs to be maintained, failure is only short-lived...

The mother's white hair is a testimony of her working for us. Every white hair is not only the brand of the years, but also the crystallization of her concern. Every white hair contains infinite greatness.

The grace of dripping water, the spring is reported. The kindness that my mother gave me is like the sea, boundless. On each Mother's Day, I ask you what gift you want, and the mother will say: "As long as you study hard, grow up and become a person who is useful to the motherland and to the people, is the best gift for me."

Ah, Mom, I love you, you gave me life, you have cultivated my interest, and you have guided me on my journey to life. Without you, there is nothing for me. When I was injured, you used your gentle hands to flatten my wounds; when I was enjoying happiness, you secretly hid aside, sharing your happiness with me in a loving mother's heart; when I was depressed, You are patiently and meticulously enlightening me, asking me to be an eagle who dares to fly in the storm; when I am proud, you tell me seriously that the proud peacock will never fly high.

Mom, I am willing to do you as a little cockroach in your shade, and convey your heartfelt voice; Mom, I will be the eyes of your trunk, connected with the roots, and confide in affection; Mom, I will be your fairy tale. The elf, magical fantasy, affecting the thoughts!

Mother's love is like a long river. It is quiet, with a slight ripple; it is clear, can see the block of pebbles at the bottom of the river; it is gentle, like the spring breeze to send me forward!

Mom, let me stand on the high hill and shout: "Mom, I love you!"

First grade: Jingkelong x