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when I think of my mother, I have countless things to say, but I don't know how to start, so I have to talk about it from a distance. According to everyone, I look like my father, but I don't think so myself, but my hair is thick, black and abundant, which is undoubtedly like my mother. Mom's hair has lost a lot in recent years, but it still looks very thick, which is proof of the large base. Emperor Qianlong made a pagoda of pure gold to let his mother's hair fall, even the filial piety was glittering, and a poor student like me could not afford to learn. When people go to school in other places, their mother can't go back to cook a bowl of longevity noodles on her birthday, so she can probably dye her hair when she comes home in winter vacation. Earlier, I sometimes took on the task of plucking my mother's gray hair. Later, I couldn't pluck it, so I kept pace with the times in my methods. Although my mother complained that I was unskilled and dyed slowly, she praised me for dyeing well. It's a little sad to say this. It's not my intention at all. I don't know why I'm here. In fact, my mother is very young, and people don't believe that she has a daughter as big as me. In the long years, she told me and my dad many times with undisguised pride. When I was a little older, I knew how to immediately offer flattering echoes, but my dad wouldn't cooperate like me.

My mother is not only obviously young, although she often shouts at home: getting old, and lists all kinds of evidences. In fact, her work is more busy than when she was young, and people seem to love to buy and wear new clothes than when she was young. My dad joked, "I love dressing up more than my daughter, * * * * * *", but my mom won't pay attention to it. Every time I come back from the street, no matter how tired I am, I always have the spirit to turn on the lights, try on new clothes in front of the mirror, and find out the old ones to match. I am extremely contemptuous of my laziness in trying on clothes on the sofa, forcing me to learn from her and change clothes for her to see. That's all. If you are very happy when you come back from work, it's mostly because your new clothes are complimented. This kind of happiness can often last for several days! Even if you flatter me, you can't help laughing at her vanity in public. My mother smiled shyly herself, but refused to admit it and said, "I love life, unlike you two who are lazy and bored." To tell the truth, I often think my mother is very beautiful, but this feeling may be too emotional. But since my mother can call me a beauty without conscience, I should naturally reciprocate.

writing here reminds me of a childhood impression. My childhood was very chaotic, with only fragments left. I remember my mother had a light blue silk shirt. She wore it very well, so she often wore it. Later, the more she washed it, the lighter the cyan became. The key point of this memory is that when I was a child, I took my mother's hand and liked to unbutton the cuff secretly. I reached in and touched her hand, her wrist and her arm. It was so warm, smooth and plump, and the feeling of intimate touch was really good. I had the impression that she was walking in the street in this blue shirt, so I touched her again, and I forgot whether she stopped me, only remembering that she was carrying the candy she bought for me in the other hand. I also like to touch my grandmother's hand. She was old at that time. The skin on her hand was loose and the touch was different, but it was also very good. When I was a child, the comparison result was that my mother's arm felt more elastic and comfortable. Now I still like to touch my mother's arm and rub my face like a puppy, but I'm a little embarrassed, so I'm more restrained, and I'm not reckless as a child. But I don't remember how my mother touched me gently. When my stomach hurts, my mother will rub it for me. But at ordinary times, she just likes to pinch me and say, "Well, it's really strong. Holding it also has a sense of accomplishment. " That's evil!

My mother was very thin when she was young. At one time, she was less than 8 kg in college. I was still very thin until I got married, and my father was also very thin. I didn't like eating when I was a child, and I was very thin. My mother said that when I was a child, our family of three went out, and their eyes were full of sympathy. -_ -_-b… ... Khan. Because I didn't like eating when I was a child, my mother did her best to cook with different designs every day. In order to attract me to eat, she also called other children to my house to invite others to eat, hoping to create a situation in which everyone would rob me to promote me to eat. I don't know how many appetizing and healthy foods I tried. Fortunately, I gradually became very edible after I was three or four years old in primary school, and now I am very strong! Now I'm not thin, my mother has become fat irrepressibly, and my father's waist is out of control, haha. I often hear my mother complain about her tummy, clamoring for weight loss, restraint when eating and exercise. It's a time of the year.

in addition to vanity, my mother is extremely petty. And it's the kind of petty bourgeoisie that wants petty bourgeoisie but can't, which is too fatal. For many years, I love watching romantic movies and reading romantic novels, like beautiful things, sighing, hurting spring and mourning autumn, feeling sorry for myself, and being arty. I am simply ashamed to describe all kinds of performances. Although my father and I have been sarcastic countless times, my enthusiasm has never changed. I can describe them as "I am still kind, although I have not regretted my death." My mother, a sensitive, narcissistic and lyrical woman, was born at an untimely time and was born in poverty, and missed the best season and soil to become a petty bourgeoisie. In fact, she only worked as a literary young woman who was rich in the 198s. In fact, the grand idealistic temperament in the 198 s was partly contrary to her nature, so in the end, her young women in literature also did more amateur work. It's a pity that she is obsessed with the words "elegance", "exquisiteness", "abundance", "distance", "amorous" and "art" and everything behind them. As a daughter, I shouldn't be so mean, but my mother is the cutest pseudo-petty bourgeoisie I have ever seen. My kindness and love for her petty bourgeoisie are beyond the understanding of a non-daughter, so I am too lazy to confess.

My mother is still very unreasonable. This is most obvious when she quarrels with my dad, and at other times it is an occasional show. Her irrationality, like vanity and petty bourgeoisie, is absolutely disdainful to hide it. For example, when she argued with my dad, I had to stand by her side. When I was a child, I was naive and said, "I have to consider which one of you is right before I can decide who to help." As a result, my mother gave me a blow: "If I am right, what do you need to help?"! That is, whether I am right or not, you are on the side of your mother to see that you are close to me! " —— Enlightened and educated. From then on, I realized that when people communicate with each other, especially with girls, sometimes people should respect their right to be unreasonable. Some people understand this very late, that is, there is no tutor or poor understanding, so it is also the price of growth to suffer. The general process of quarreling in our family is very stylized: 1. My mother made an attack (it was always my father who did something wrong)-2. The quarrel-3. The cold war lasted for several hours-4. I lobbied my father to apologize in every way (at this time, I had to strategically ignore who had more mistakes) to appease my mother-5. My father apologized, and my mother put on airs and repeatedly picked the words of apology. I don't know how many times I have experienced this kind of scene, so I have no fear when I meet it, and I am bored occasionally. Because the process is so similar, the ending is obvious. I can only silently sigh that the two of them are not creative, while completing their own part of the mission. Step 5 is almost always without exception-everyone has studied probability theory. Think about it ... as a supporting sentence in the first sentence of this paragraph. Another experience is that it is sometimes meaningless to argue about where justice lies. Putting aside unnecessary disputes and making compromises at an appropriate time is based on the theory that the benefits outweigh the costs, and it has been proved by practice to be an important means to promote the development of things in a good direction and avoid the damage caused by delay. Some people can only get this important idea through bloody historical facts or cold political theory analysis, and they think it is a unique secret, so they speak proudly. I don't believe that they grew up in a family without quarrels, so I have to sigh that some "scholars" probably lack understanding and summing-up power when facing the great treasure of life.

Step 8-Aftershock mentioned above is another feature of my mother, which is an example of being stingy and narrow-minded. Being narrow-minded is one of the few shortcomings that my mother usually admits. As a big truth like "I just don't make sense", she will only occasionally say it unintentionally between steps 5 and 6. And vanity and petty bourgeoisie, she is not ashamed of it. According to my mother's own confession, she was very narrow-minded since she was a child, and it was easy to get angry with children. Once she got angry, she ignored others. When she met in the alley, she didn't really look at it, only looked sideways and almost ran into the wall. I've never done anything like this. If she wasn't angry, she wouldn't have had so many uncreative arguments with my dad. Moreover, when quarreling, the words are also very boring, and she always likes to dig out the old accounts from a long time ago, and she can almost sort out the jokes. Although I dare not suggest her modular operation, I don't know how many times I have lamented this quarrel that obviously falls into the next ride. Of course, I seldom argue with my mother, and I only listen to the training, but sometimes I can't help explaining a sentence or two. At this time, a kind of quarrel is formed. Obviously, it always ends with my humble summation. It's not that I never thought about ignoring her when I was angry, but I've been very rational since I was a child. Think about whether I can not talk to my mother all my life? Obviously, it cannot and is not necessary. So what's the difference between insisting on not talking for three months and insisting on not talking for three days, and making peace now? Can we expect her to take the initiative to be nice? Therefore, although I don't agree with her opinion many times, I always break the deadlock quickly and give up my opinion on the surface with a good attitude of settling for perfection and putting the overall situation first. I am much more sensible than my father at this point. So my mother admits that she is not as good as me, as generous, as cruel, as qualitative.