I have a very hard mother, every day to the ground to work. Morning is not bright, we must give us cooking, I went to school, my father went to do things. Then go to the ground to work. Let's go home at night and cook for us. My mother will take my brother, but also help us to wash clothes ... ...
Mother likes to wear that red dress, like a crooked and long braids, she has a long face, a pair of black eyes. She was bitter, whenever the winter mother's hand will slowly turn black, and then will hurt. Remember that once, my mother carrying a brother to cattle, accidentally fell on the slope of the fall, my mother hand to protect his brother, and then his hand was injured, and did not see a doctor, and later Mom's hand will hurt from time to time.
My family, every day only a mother but also with his brother, but also work, the family did a good job to the slope to dry.
One day home from school, just to see my mother holding his brother, back carrying a large bundle of wood, is struggling to climb from the hillside. I quickly ran over and said, mother, you see your hand so painful, but also to work every day, put the fire down, let me back, you hold your brother, or let me back brother, you back firewood. My mother put my brother down to carry me, their own carrying a firewood, went home to catch up My mother is afraid I do not move the firewood, only let me back brother, in fact, I was back to move. I said mother you can not take a break, do not have to be so tired. Mother said, the ground so much live, I do not finish, then what you eat.
Usually reading, I can only go home to help her mother to do some chores, to a holiday, I can help my mother to work together. I can only learn, so I grew up, earn a lot of money, my mother would not have hard work.
【2: my mother】
There is a black hair, not fat nor thin body, his face often hanging smile, a look is a pleasing person.
Mom is a "backgammon master". I play with her backgammon, to ensure that I will lose five hundred percent. I will be the next one, my mother will be in another place next, waiting for my three mom will be in my three side of the one blocked, if I do not pay attention, will let her mother find a good time, Even into five, attack success. Even if the mother with his father on the phone under the backgammon, the other person will still lose, rare to see a few people and mother a showdown.
Mother or a "typing master" it. Winter vacation, my mother said to write some of my very good essay sent to the teacher's mailbox, I spent a morning time, only to write a writing I wrote. Mother said to go to dinner, but I am anxious, actually forgot to save.
Wait for me to eat good food only to find. Hey. I spent a morning time in the morning! In the afternoon, my mother said she helped me hit, because my mother said I was too slow, according to my snail speed do not know when to hit.
I gave my mother my seat, let her come. I look at her side next to see her typing, while whispered whispered: "people beginners slow is not very normal Well, which is like you, is already a veteran!" Mom ignored my nagging, eyes staring at the computer, Concentrate on "hands open bow". Blink of an eye, my mother put the essay to play well, I was surprised to open the mouth.
It makes me have to admire my mother's typing speed. Only one afternoon, my mother had finished three essays.
I adore my "backgammon master", "typing master" - mother.
【3: my mother】
My mother is 40 years old, not high is not short, looks fit, a long black hair, crescent-like eyebrows under a pair of bright big eyes, high nose next look good mouth.
My mother is busy every day, hard to take care of us. In the morning we did not wake up, my mother quietly got up. When we got up, the fragrant breakfast had been served. Mother is very particular about nutrition with a daily pattern for us to do, she said: "breakfast nutrition is very important, we must eat enough to eat, so that the spirit of the day.
During the day, all of us - to work to school, school to school. Come home at night, my mother and non-stop busy up - do dinner, wash clothes, clean up the home.
On weekends, my mother can rest and rest? Is not it! Mom is more busy.
This is not our family happy to eat together around the watermelon, I suddenly remembered something, rushed back to the study. Watermelon skin readily fling - throw where, I did not care.
I was writing down, suddenly heard "Oh" sound, some people fell heavily to the ground. I ran out and saw my mother clutching her ass, the pain was grimace. The culprit is a piece of water on the ground skin - should be the piece of my throw, my mother did not accidentally stepped on the clean up.
I am guilty of the extreme, propped up my mother, let her rest on the sofa rest. I will make up the job - to help my mother work. Sweeping, mopping the floor, the room, the living room, one by one to seriously clean up. I have been tired of back pain. I also sat on the couch to rest, thinking: the original housework so tired ah! Mother every day cooking, washing clothes, sweeping, really hard. After I have to help my mother to do things, so that mother can enjoy the blessing!
This is my mother, a mother like a bee hard. I must be her good daughter, never let her worry.
【4: my mother】
In the hearts of each of us, will feel our own mother, is the best mother in the world. I am naturally no exception. In my heart, my mother and all the mother, are very great.
My mother is medium, 38 years old, short hair, there is a laughing face. But for me, my mother lost many tears.
Once, I had a fever. Mom immediately sent me into the hospital. The doctor said, "Nothing, just a fever." The next day, I was all right. But mother did not sleep all day and night. She is still crying, crying red eyes.
And once again, my mother was sick, my brother was going to school, and that day was Saturday, and I took care of my mother at home. Mother rice do not eat, water do not drink, I cook soup to drink her But I did not drink well at all, but my mother was still drinking. Mother said: "Because it is the first time you cook things." Mother finished, put a large pot of soup are finished, while drinking side tears. I am very grateful to my mother, because it is so hard to drink the soup, she was finished. At that time, watching my mother finished the soup, I cried.
My mother is very good to me, but I often bring a lot of trouble to my mother, every time to do something wrong, my mother's eye on the red. Sometimes she will hit me call me, now I know, my mother is for me. Think of sometimes my mother's rude crash, my heart felt deep guilt, here, I want to say to my mother: "I'm sorry!
This is my mother. I think my mom is the best mother in the world. No one can match my mom. After me, grow up must be a useful person, for the motherland out of a force, in order to live up to my mother's expectations.
【5: my mother】
You want to ask me in this full of emotions of the world is a favorite person, I will not hesitate to tell you that it is my mother.
My mother is medium, not fat is not thin, melon face, a pair of big eyes, bright and piercing, especially with that Fu Siwen glasses, looks particularly beautiful. Moreover, this pair of beautiful eyes of God it also has a special "function", that is able to see through my mind and emotions. Mother's love is always so warm, boundless, everywhere.
In life, my mother took care of my basic necessities in every possible way.
In the study, my mother is my mentor. Every day, my mother to help me check the homework, counseling my study, encounter problems, she will do with me, together to discuss. Every rest day, my mother took me to interest classes, rain or shine. For I can learn the number of Austrian, my mother like a primary school students, and I attend lectures, class she heard so seriously, remember so detailed, all this is to be better counseling me to learn. Sometimes my number of questions will not do, my mother always give me a serious explanation to me.
Even in the game, my mother is my good partner. We often play badminton together, under the backgammon, play online games.
I know that maternal love is great, like a soft spring breeze blowing over my heart, like a beacon illuminates my way forward. I love my mom.