Write a letter to your mother on Women's Day. Hurry up!

Dear mother:

Hello, you are my teacher on the road of life and an example for me to study and live. Everything I grew up with is written by you with love. Memories are like water, with joy, pain, tears and laughter.

In a season that is flushed by the scorching sun, when a mother is expecting a great fact and waiting for the birth of a fragrant baby, pain is a sign that the baby appears, and it is the news that a seed gives birth to a beautiful life in the soil. A weak girl was born, and under your loving eyes, I began to look at the world with curious eyes.

Giving birth to a child is a common thing for every woman, just as the sun is bound to rise every morning. This is inevitable and true. It is the simplest and therefore the greatest. You are the source of my life. For my birth, you shed tears, sweat and blood. It is said that children are the crystallization of parents' love and the node from love to affection. So you treat me like an angel from God.

Motherly love is like water, gentle as water. Motherly love is a poem. The poem was written before it was written, and the handwriting was blurred by tears. I can't live without your love.

Joy comes from a moment, watching the whispering swallow, so you taught me to recite' helpless flowers fall, as if the swallow returns. "Oh, song ci can fly. In the dark rainy night, accompanied by the story of the prince and Cinderella, and your body temperature, I crossed the Nile and the Danish Strait in my dream, played games with Grandpa Andersen with a white beard, and sat on the grass in the bright spring breeze like Bess, lying under the dripping green juice, listening to your stories about the past. These happy bits and pieces make my childhood full of joy.

Time flies like water. In a blink of an eye, I have changed from a little girl to a sixteen-year-old girl. When the rebellious god comes, I am not smart enough to please you, and I no longer have enough patience to listen to your persuasion and nagging. I always feel that my mother is too backward to know "super girl", "casual clothes" and how to surf the Internet. My mother is always busy, repeating boring work, cooking, washing clothes and farming over and over again every day. Farming, washing clothes, cooking,,, mother is too ordinary, too ordinary, life is dull, neither bumpy nor adventurous, and there is not much hope or desire. There have never been flowers and applause, and only crops have been planted on yellow land.

When I laughed at my mother's backwardness, when I talked back to her, I clearly saw her tearful eyes, and my ignorance made her sad.

The quiet candlelight reflected quietly on the wall, swaying gently. I didn't speak, just looked at the eighteen candles on the birthday cake. In the dark, by the dim candlelight, I saw your mother's hopeful eyes, and I was speechless.

Today after next year, I will face the college entrance examination. Suddenly I feel that I am not the girl who spoiled in my mother's arms. When I grew up, an inexplicable sense of responsibility suddenly came to my mind. I am no longer just sighing about my poor grades as before, and I am no longer crying for the future as before. I try to understand every wrong question and try to bring sunshine to my mother, even though I am not born with sunshine.

"Our love is a stream, and mother's love is like an ocean." Our love rushes forward like a song, while my mother's love is as calm as a lake, but it is always deeply rooted and affectionate.

For my growth, you gave your youth, you have no regrets, I love you forever, my dear mother.

To mother.

Be healthy and smile often.

Love your daughter: XX