Thank you for giving me life and raising me! Thank you, you are an old wine, and I deeply feel the strong glycol; thank you, you are the golden beacon, and always indicate the direction of my progress.
When I learn to ride a bicycle and my knees bleed, do you remember the anxious look? When I scored a hundred points, how happy you are, remember? When I take care of you who are sick, do you remember the good looks? ……Maybe. You forgot. But for me, it is hard to forget in my life! When I was sick, who was watching me around? It's you; when I'm in trouble, who is there to support me? It's you too; when I'm sad and sad, who is there to comfort me? It's you! Every time, you give me endless love by my side. I really want to say to you: "Thank you, my dear mother!"
Once I had a cold and a fever of 39.8 degrees, you drove me to the hospital. Because I was still young at that time, afraid of getting an injection. You comfort me and say, "Baby, don't be afraid, just a moment!" Hold me tightly. The sharp needle got into my flesh. You frowned, for fear I would be hurt by a needle, do you know? At this time, there was no more pain in my heart, and it was all a thick love. It is the great love of the world-selfless motherhood.
Once I encountered a problem. I want to ask you, you said you don't know, I had to go back to the room and think for myself. "Tick ... one minute, two minutes, three minutes, four minutes, five minutes ..." I finally figured it out! I was so happy! Rush to your side and told you the process of solving the problem, you smiled happily. You told me with a bright smile: You said you wouldn't, it was you who taught me to think and how to solve problems myself. Mom, how sweet your love is!
Another time, just yesterday morning, when we just left for school, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten to bring a flute. So I hurriedly said to you, "Mom, I seem to have forgotten to take the flute, and today there is a flute lesson." While you taught me, "You can't go halfway before you remember what you didn't bring. The next day you will use it Things should be put in a school bag the night before! "But he turned around and sent me home to get a flute.
Gorky once said: All glory and pride in the world comes from his mother. "Whoever speaks carelessly, reports San Chunhui." Mom, if I am a painter, I will describe you with the most beautiful paintings; Mom, if I am a writer, I will praise you with the most beautiful words ; Mom, if I were a singer, I will sing you with the most beautiful singing!
Your daughter: Fang Yibing
April 29, 2019The address of this article: A letter to mother with 800 words of composition http://www.zuowenwang.net/p/249295.html