Thanksgiving mom ~ the topic of the composition should be novel ~

Thank you for spreading laughter and laughter in my childhood and thinking of me all the time. Thank you for everything you have done for me, and let me grow up healthily and happily.

I remember being in poor health when I was a child. A cold is a common occurrence, and it is even more common to go in and out of the clinic. My mother has been with me for intravenous drip. Every time my mother always sends me to the clinic, she goes home to cook and then sends me the food there. Every time she always feeds me bite by bite, watching my mother blow the rice in the spoon bite by bite, and watching the sweat on her head keep falling like a broken bead, I feel like tears. When my mother saw it, she nervously asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms, but my mother said that the silly child's hand held me tightly. At that time, it felt as if time had stood still at that moment, a moment that belonged to me and my mother, a beautiful moment.

I still remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I felt hot when I got up in the morning. I don't care. When I was preparing for school, my mother saw my red face and touched my hot forehead. Quickly said to me, "Come on, I'll take you to see a doctor." I quickly took my mother and said; "Mom, it's too early now. The clinic is not open yet, and I have to go to school. " I rushed downstairs before my mother could react. When my mother ran to the door, I had gone to school by bus. I feel very uncomfortable when I get to school. My head is hot and heavy, my face is hot and I have no strength. I feel like I'm going to collapse there. In a daze, I saw a familiar figure running from the school gate in the distance. In the blink of an eye, the man appeared in front of me. Mom, it's mom. My mother looked at me eagerly while explaining to the teacher. After a while, my mother came over with medicine and a cup of hot water in her hand. Just like watching my mother pour me water when I was a child, the sweat on my mother's head kept falling like a broken bead. I threw myself into my mother's arms with tears in my eyes. At that time, how much I wanted to say "thank you, mom, I love you" to my mother, but I swallowed it.

I am like a dry stream. You kept irrigating me, and the water accumulated drop by drop, which merged into a real stream.

You are like the moon in the sky, and I am an unremarkable star. In your light, I have to go through tempering and hard work to become the brightest star among countless stars.

Your love is a slowly flowing river, and I am a carefree and happy fish in the river.

Countless words of gratitude are pale and powerless in front of you. There are too many thanks to say, you will always be my guide and always care about me.

Many parents in the world are like this. They have been quietly contributing to their children. As children, let's say with one voice, "Thank you for your concern all the time. You will always be our root and pillar! "

Love our parents! Because our parents gave us selfless love; Thanks to our parents! Because we want a leaf, but our parents gave us the whole blue sky!