How to write mom's composition?

Occasionally, in front of Qiu Xuan's window, I saw several small osmanthus trees with golden petals floating around in the young breeze, and the faint fragrance floated around, which was refreshing. I couldn't help staring into the distance for a long time, and my thoughts melted into a place where I was born. I am attached to my mother who has lit the lamp for me countless times. My eyes are tears, and my extraordinary mind is nostalgia.

Mom! Your son deeply misses you and the light you lit! Today, on this small night, I feel so soft and bright, so soothing and quiet.

In the sun, maternal love is like Buddha; She is your sailing ship, port of call, windproof tree and source of life. No matter how humble and lonely you are, or even commit heinous crimes, it is your mother who can really forgive and tolerate you. Only she will never abandon you. When you are frustrated, sad, helpless or even desperate, it can always bring you light and hope.

Whenever I encounter difficulties, diseases or unspeakable joys and sorrows, I will think of my mother, who is as ordinary as Qian Qian's millions of mothers, and think of the lamp that my mother lit for me! This light, like a casual prophecy, has been integrated into my life and evolved into the tree of life I hope!

I was born shortly after the end of three years of natural disasters and the beginning of the bloody Cultural Revolution. The whole country is short of materials, and the people's lives are extremely poor, full of depression and anxiety. Fortunately, there was no restriction on family planning at that time, and my mother was also great, full of all the hardships of life. 19641when the sun rose on October 6, that is, I separated from my third child 17 months later, my mother expelled me from her body and gave birth to my little follower. I don't know how my mother spent it. According to the situation of a child now, it seems that I can't even think about it.

After I came to this world with tears in my eyes, my mother grew up with her juice and wholehearted care, which made me understand the wonderful world outside, let me taste the ups and downs of the world, and let me gradually understand and understand my father's nagging and quarreling, but she was frugal and good at housekeeping, and never let her children have the love and hard work of her cold mother.

I will always miss the day from one day when I can remember things to the day when I graduated from middle school; Whenever I have a cold and a high fever, whenever I am hungry and thirsty, whenever I cry in my dreams, whenever I pee every night, my mother always gets up and lights a lamp for me. First light the kerosene lamp, then turn on the electric light, which is repeated almost every day. Accustomed to it, the lamp that my mother once lit for me has been deeply imprinted in my mind. Even now, I will shout "mom, light it up!" " While I was sleeping.

Mother lights for me and herself, and the lights look soft and bright; Countless times in the shadow of a lamp! I saw my mother tuck me in late at night and cook breakfast for me at school before dawn; Seeing mother weaving, making clothes and mending children's schoolbags; In hot summer, my mother always holds a cattail leaf fan around us to fan us and drive away mosquitoes. The most influential thing is that on the hottest day in summer, my mother was sweating like rain in the farmland, and the spilled medicine soaked the whole dress. She was so tired that she didn't even bother to wash her hands. As a result, she fainted from pesticide poisoning and was seriously sick when eating. But late that night, she lit a lamp for me to repel mosquitoes as usual.

How many ordinary and ordinary lights have sent away a dull day, and how many times they have surpassed her life's care and care, so that I can connect the bright lights with my mother. No matter how dark the night is, as long as my mother is around, everything in front of me will be bright. Mom has become the night light in my heart!

The light is lit repeatedly between my mother's fingers, and my mother has given up night after night. One by one, the children grew up in the light of their mothers.

Mom! It's time for you to enjoy it! However, heaven is unfair, but the disease has pushed you to the brink of death. Usually my mother is ill and never goes to the hospital. This time you got used to it and didn't go to the hospital for examination and treatment. As a result, it was late. In the last few days in the hospital bed, she struggled desperately, suffering from knife-like pain, and tortured you to the bone. Without a little culture, I left without knowing what disease I had, and went to the distant kingdom of heaven. ...

Mom! Mom! I didn't show any filial piety to you. I am very responsible. I hate that I usually only care about my family and don't often go home to care about your health. How sad I am whenever I think of your heart-wrenching pain when I leave!

Mom! I think you will forgive me, because you, like millions of mothers, are the kindest Buddha in the world, and your dedication to love is the most primitive and greatest. ...

Mom! Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? The little clay doll has become a literate person and can understand the world. Whenever flowers bloom, he will provide you with some delicious food to make you happy and rest in heaven!

Sweet-scented osmanthus has drifted into the night dream, and the soft lights are still flashing in front of my eyes, mom! Although you can't light a lamp for your son yourself, you have lit an eternal heart lamp in your son's heart, and it is clearer every day, illuminating every step I take every day. ...

The morning sunshine, the wings of the red bird, how warm its eyes are! How like my mother. Thinking of my mother, the noisy world in the sun began to drizzle.

Unconsciously, I came to the front of the flower shop and my eyes suddenly lit up. The mother in my memory seems to be related to this bright flower. The shopkeeper said happily, "Sir, today is Mother's Day. Buy a bunch of flowers. " My heart is shaking, ah, today is Mother's Day, but I never thought about it. I remember exactly that my mother likes flowers very much, and all kinds of flowers like them. I emptied my pockets and bought a bunch. I held the flower tightly in my arms and looked down at its smiling face.

I smell the warmth of spring, just like my childhood. A charming and fragrant childhood is like this flower, but if there is no mother, the flower of childhood will wither and haggard. Mother is the crystal dew on the flower; Is an invisible root in the depths of the night.

People come and go in the street, and mothers smile with their babies; A mother sent her son to the world on crutches. But I have flowers and I don't know where to go. How touching all the mothers in the world are in my heart at this moment! My tears came out, because I really don't know where to find my mother.

Last time I went to see my mother, my sister called to urge me to go. She said that my mother had hardly eaten for five days in a row. I was shocked at that time. The next day, I dragged my son who had not finished the school leaving ceremony and hurried home. I never imagined that my mother was still sitting in a chair, looking at me with a smile on her face. After dinner, I still went to the kitchen to wash dishes and brush chopsticks. I took a long breath.

On the third day, February 3, 2002, I boarded the train from Wuchang to Shenzhen. On February, 2002, at about 5: 00 pm, I received a phone call from my sister, saying that my mother had liver cancer and told me to go back to see her for the last time. I'm just holding the phone. In all these years, I have never heard my mother hum! I can't believe it!

I suddenly remembered the scene when my mother spit blood into the washbasin when I was a child. I was scared to tears at that time. She calmly wiped the blood from her lips with a piece of paper, put her hand gently on my head and stroked my hair. Then five fingers pressed my head hard: "Remember, don't tell your father." After a while, my mother seemed to remember something, jumped out of bed and went out like a gust of wind. When my mother came back, she put a handful of flowers picked from the mountain in her hand on the bed. In a dark room, she gently touched the petals, smelled the flowers and muttered to herself. At that time, I felt that my mother was like this flower, just like this spring, leaving year after year and appearing year after year.

1 1 that night in February, I was sitting on the train, and the lights in the distance seemed to be petals from my mother's heart, which opened around my neck at night on my lonely life journey. At 7 o'clock in the morning, when I rushed into the house, my mother had stopped breathing. I knelt in front of my mother, tears streaming down my face.

My elder sister told me in a trembling and sobbing voice that my mother had never said a word of pain before she died. To everyone's surprise, my mother got up to take a shower and quietly put on a clean suit. Due to the malignant transformation of the liver, her eyes are almost blind. She didn't use the child when she went to the toilet. She got up quietly and touched the wall for the bathroom. When my mother was dying, she vomited blood badly, but she insisted on propping up her upper body, pointed her mouth at the basin on the ground and vomited bit by bit. The sheets are not dirty and the floor is not dirty. The mother washed countless clothes for her children all her life, piled as high as a mountain, but left this world so cleanly.

The night was dark and quiet everywhere, and the rain dripped on the cold concrete floor, cold and loud. The light of the candle struggled on a stormy night. Its body is slowly shortening, and the tearful light drops silently beside its mother's body, and finally condenses into bright red petals, which bloom in front of her spirit. Mother likes flowers, but I forgot to put a flower in front of her.

Thinking of these fragments, my clothes were wet with tears. My mother likes flowers, but I never bought her a bunch of flowers, even when she was dying. Today is Mother's Day, and my mother in my memory has been lying in the cold soil. Mother has never had a holiday, but her mind only flashed the scene of washing clothes in front of the basin many years ago. Birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, the sun is shining, and pedestrians are flowing in the street. I am holding flowers and eager to give them to my mother, but my mother will never smell the flowers on my hands.

I walked towards a mountain. Mother's grave is overgrown with weeds, and the cold wind blows, and the grass sounds like running water. Ah, mom. Before you died, I didn't buy you a bunch of flowers or give you a birthday. Today, I thought of these at your grave. I put the flowers one by one in front of my mother's grave. The flowers fluttered with the wind and smelled like my mother floating from my childhood alley. Colorful flowers, as if just picked from the childhood garden, picked from the mother's garden, moist and dewy.

The Woods are rustling, a bird is crowing and rowing towards the deep sky and the sun. Why should I revive a colorful childhood at my mother's grave with my poor mother? Looking at this river day and night, I suddenly realized: this is an inexhaustible mother river! In an instant, the soul is immersed in the rolling river.

My mother, who has worked hard all her life, has been away from us for almost ten years, and she will always be in our hearts like a child.

Mother is an old man who came from the old society. Kindness, simplicity, frugality and tolerance for others are the virtues of her life. Mother/kloc-married her father at the age of 0/9 and entered a big family with four generations living under one roof. When I was a child, I heard from my mother that soon after she got married, my grandmother said that my mother had four mother-in-law. These four mothers-in-law are my grandmother and great-grandmother, my father's aunt and cousin. My grandmother is a kind and sincere old man. She is very kind to her mother. The rest of the "mother-in-law" are not very friendly, especially my father's cousin, who is lazy and mean.

Mother is a woman with little feet, and the title of "Three-inch Golden Lotus" is worthy of the name. I remember when I was a child, as long as I saw my mother's shoes there, my brothers and sisters scrambled to tighten their toes, put on my mother's shoes and tiptoed back and forth. But if mom sees us, she always tries to stop us. I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until I grew up: it is said that children wear pointed shoes with "narrow money" (narrow front), and my mother hopes that all children will have money to spend when they grow up, and they will live a good life, unlike their older generation, who are struggling all the year round.

A three-inch golden lotus, my mother will carry water to cook and sew in this big family. She gets up early every morning to grind and bake pancakes, and at night, when the whole family has finished eating, she has to brush chopsticks and wash dishes. By the time it's done, it's too late, and I'm still busy preparing the next day's meal. Almost all the meals at home are in the charge of the mother. Sister-in-law should have led her sister-in-law to do housework in the name of sister-in-law, but she stood by and let my mother do everything on the grounds that the child was still young. Although my mother is busy with housework all day, if anything goes wrong, she will be sued by her cousin to her mother-in-law, so she is always on tenterhooks. At that time, there was no clock at home, and my mother was afraid of getting up late and delaying the mill. She sleeps in her clothes at night. I don't know how many times she has to get up at night to see the stars in the yard. She learned from the old man that she could judge the time by observing the direction of the stars. When pushing the mill, sometimes I can't hold back when I am sleepy, and I fall asleep unconsciously standing next to the stone mill. The donkey pulled the empty stone mill, and sparks rushed out between the two stones. My mother woke up with a tingle, and her heart was pounding with fear. I was afraid my mother-in-law would hear.

When my mother was young, she was thin and had small feet. It's hard enough for a pair of wooden barrels filled with water to press on her shoulders, but my uncle and sister-in-law are still sarcastically saying, Look at this slender willow, it's not good to stir up water. Mother wiped her face, feeling too wronged, but unable to say anything. This kind of life lasted for many years, and then it was divided into small families. My mother was relieved and relaxed.

Mother is a thrifty person. When I was a child, food was not abundant, but in times of disaster, food was even more precious. Whenever new grain comes down, my mother always planes the grain well, matches the vegetables and grain, and matches the thickness. During the year, she ate her rations in a balanced way. When the wheat is ripe, the production team should distribute it according to the head, because the grain output was low at that time, and the family could not get much. My mother is very careful. In addition to jiaozi and flour rice, she is generally reluctant to use it. She tried her best to keep some until the Spring Festival, when jiaozi and noodles were available. After distributing cotton in autumn, my mother picked it out, rolled it up, spun it into thread with a spinning wheel, made it into cloth, dyed it or printed flowers, made clothes for our brothers and sisters, and bought bedding for our family. Although it is homespun, the thread spun by my mother is thin and uniform, so the woven cloth is very thin. The clothes made are worn on us, and the children next door are envious. I remember at that time, every winter, my mother lit kerosene lamps at night and spun wool every day. Sometimes when we wake up, we vaguely open our eyes and see our mother still rocking the spinning wheel. What she has paid for our family and our brothers and sisters is a lifetime of fatigue and hard work.

Mother never wastes a grain. She often tells us that "a grain of rice can't make noodles, and a drop of water can't make a river". Even if she saw a food fall to the ground, she would pick it up. Even the washing water she uses every day is never used sparingly. Because she deeply knows that nothing is easy. But if the neighbor is in trouble, she will do her best to help without hesitation. When life was difficult in the early 1960s, when she saw the children next door crying with hunger, she would rather starve herself than give the children next door the food that was not rich at home. She also often helps others with the food saved at home. Grandma in the East Hospital has no food to cook. Even if there are only two bowls of rice at home, her mother will give her half. My aunt in Qian Jie doesn't have pickles, so she will ask us to send our own pickled pickles. Our clothes and shoes were worn out, so mother washed them and gave them to the children in the neighborhood.

Mother's hands are dexterous and she does a good job of needlework. I can sew clothes, make shoes, embroider and cut paper. At that time, needlework had to be done by hand. The clothes made by my mother have fine stitches and fashionable appearance. Clothes are worn out, and many people have to match them. The shoes made by my mother are durable and strong, and the flowers embroidered by my mother are lively and beautiful. I still remember the hat my mother sewed for me when I was a child. There is a big lotus sewn on the hat. Lotus flowers were cut and pasted with pink silk. On the edge and top of lotus petals, my mother embroidered them with red silk as beautiful as real petals, and green lotus leaves were exposed around the lotus. There are two beautiful streamers behind the hat, and a small bell is hung on the left and right sides. Very beautiful. The "tiger hat" sewn for my brother, the tiger's nose, eyebrows and ears are all cartoon and lifelike. We put on our hats and went out to play, and a group of girls and daughters-in-law surrounded us, pointing and praising. I remember that several boys and girls rushed home to call their mothers to see and ask them to make one for themselves. Girls get married, sons marry daughters-in-law, and mothers are required to cut happy characters and window grilles. Naturally, mom is smart and handy.

Mom also cut good clothes. Aunties and girls in the neighborhood often hold all kinds of cloth and ask their mothers to cut clothes. Mother never refused, measured them carefully and cut them carefully. When no one is sewing clothes at home, my mother helps to finish sewing clothes stitch by stitch. Let's send them over.

Speaking of cutting clothes, there is another joke. My second aunt, who is far away from home, is practical, but her hands are clumsy. After cutting the clothes, her mother taught her how to do it. She sewed at home for several days, but she couldn't sew any more, so she came to my mother with her clothes and complained that my mother had cut them. Mother took the clothes, looked at them, and smiled for a long time, but finally she held back her smile and said, you silly wife, how did you sew your trouser legs on your crotch? Finally, mom sewed her clothes. A distant uncle lost his mother when he was young. Whenever his mother is free, she helps to make a pair of shoes or a dress, sometimes helps to bake pancakes, or sends us some cooked food. Until now, this uncle is full of gratitude as long as he talks about my mother.

My mother was kind and helpful all her life. Neighbors are always willing to ask their mother for help, and her mother always thinks it is her responsibility to help them. In the rural areas of11950s and11960s, there was a shortage of doctors and medicines. In the long-term exploration, my mother learned some indigenous methods, used moxibustion and massage to treat common diseases, and also treated dislocated children. All the year round, it is cool in Leng Xia in winter. No matter during the day or late at night, whenever a patient comes, my mother will take it seriously. When she saw the crying child, she jumped away after dislocation, and when she saw the adults suffering from illness, her mother would feel sincerely happy. These things, such as those mentioned above, are small things for my mother, but they run through her life.

That year, my mother was over eighty years old, and my brother sent a telegram from home saying that my mother was seriously ill and asked me to go home to visit. By the time I got home, my mother's condition had greatly improved. I saw that the room at home was full of all kinds of tonics and snacks sent by the villagers. These supplements and snacks, although all local products, are not valuables, but they represent all the wishes of the villagers. Mother said, "It's raining in the spring breeze". When she told us stories, she said that good people were rewarded. Although my mother never allows others to thank and repay her, everyone remembers her kindness to the villagers. How can they not thank her?

My hometown is in the old Yimeng area, War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression and the Liberation War. My mother always touched me when she talked about the feelings of "fish" and "water" between our soldiers and the people in the old liberated areas. My mother once gave up my sister and used her own milk to support her children and grandchildren who fought in the north and south. She actively participated in the "Women's Rescue Club" and "Literacy Class" and made military shoes and pancakes for the PLA. The military shoes made by my mother are solid and the uppers are good. Every time I hand in military shoes, it is praised by the leaders. She often tells her sisters that the soldiers are fighting for the liberation of us ordinary people. They March hundreds of miles a day, and their shoes are not strong enough to break easily when they March in a hurry. Only by making military shoes strong enough can we be worthy of military shoes and our own conscience. Therefore, every pair of my mother's military shoes has been carefully done, and the task has been completed with good quality and quantity.

Mother suffered a lot in her life. The fatigue of a big family and the toil of a small family have never had a good rest, even when they are "confinement". As soon as I was born, my father joined the stretcher team and went to the front line of "Huaihai Campaign". On the night of the middle of November in the lunar calendar, my mother gave birth to me on the ground in front of my bed, shivering with cold. After cleaning up, she woke up my sister and wanted her to go to the kitchen to get some firewood to warm up. My awakened sister cried when she heard my cry. It doesn't matter if she cries. The second sister and the third sister, who were awakened by her crying, began to cry together. Mother had to give up and climb into bed and lie down. I don't know how my mother spent that night. The next day I got up to bake pancakes and do supplies and needlework for the district office. She also said that one * * * ate nine eggs that month. Aunt Qianjie sent two, aunt Backstreet brought one, and grandma from the neighboring hospital sent one. At that time, everyone was poor. There is a neighbor, two, seven and eight, one with nine eggs. This is everyone's wish. I've heard this from my mother many times. I know my mother is thanking the villagers in this way. I feel particularly sad every time I listen to it. Now young people have children. What is an egg? They only choose nutritious things to eat. But my mother didn't have this condition at that time. Their generation has suffered enough.

When my mother gave birth to my brother, it was the spring of 1954. There was famine almost every year at that time. April in the lunar calendar is the season when food is green and yellow. There is no food at home, and I can't open the pot for days. My brother is crying, and my mother can't eat. Where can I get milk? My father bought a handful of onions from the market. My mother picked some onion leaves and ate them one by one. My father just cried. According to my mother, I don't want to take good care of every confinement. Even if I want to have a rest, I have no time. In addition to busy housework, I have to sell shoes in my spare time and change some oil and salt money to supplement my family. Therefore, my mother fell ill all over. My mother has been suffering from illness for as long as I can remember. It hurts here all day, or it's uncomfortable there. All because of the hard work, involvement and injury in the month when I was a child. My youngest sister pinches her mother's neck and softens her shoulders before going to bed every night. This is the work that my little sister has to do every day until she gets married and goes abroad.

The mother gave birth to nine children, three of whom died because there was no medical condition at that time. Of the three children who died young, two were five or six years old, and whenever they were mentioned, the mother's heart was particularly heavy. Children are meat that falls from their mothers. How can she not worry?

Mother's six children, only the old six, our brother is a boy. The 45-year-old mother gave birth to a eldest son, which should be the most distressing and coquetry for her. But my mother doesn't think so. She is not biased, and she is as distressed and treated as her five daughters. Therefore, under the guidance of my mother, my brother was very sensible from an early age and knew that he was distressed by his parents. Up to now, my brother is 54 years old, and he is the most filial among our brothers and sisters.

I remember when I was a child, the twelfth lunar month was my mother's busiest day of the year, especially after the fifteenth of the twelfth lunar month. At that time, there was no mechanization, and all the food had to be ground on a stone mill and pressed by a roller. My mother will lead us to grind and squeeze rice cake powder. She can steam rice cakes, make cakes, make thick rolls, make tofu, raw mung bean sprouts and soybean sprouts herself. She is busy all day. Although mother is very tired, she is very busy and we are all very happy. My favorite dish at that time was "bean sprouts stewed with tofu" cooked by my father. Bean sprouts were born by my mother, and tofu was made by my mother. They are all natural foods. The cooked food is so delicious that I always remember it when I think about it. Now that life is good, where can I find such pure natural food?

The happiest thing when I was a child was that Tomb-Sweeping Day went to the seaside to "roll eggs" that day. There are several chickens at home. Every year before Tomb-Sweeping Day, no matter how difficult it is at home, my mother is reluctant to sell eggs. She will save them and cook five eggs for each of us in Tomb-Sweeping Day. This is also the envy of the children in the neighborhood. I remember that day in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my mother got up very early. When we got up, she had cooked the eggs. Touching hot eggs makes me feel so happy. Third sister dyed the eggs red and green for us, or drew some flowers on the eggs, or drew some small squares of red, yellow and green. In short, they are colorful. Then brother and sister each carried five eggs and went to the beach by the river to roll eggs. Everyone had a good time. Third Sister also made some whistles for us with wicker or poplars. Everyone rolled on the beach while whistling, and the frolic sound and whistle were combined. It was my truly carefree childhood.

As long as I can remember, my mother hasn't worn many good clothes in her life. I remember when I was a child, in summer, my mother wore a coarse Chinese short-sleeved shirt and changed into a worn-out long-sleeved dress. It has been worn for many years, and there are many patches on it, but she still can't bear to throw it away. She was soaked in sweat, washed and dried, and then put on her body. Mom says it's not good to wear clothes in summer. But just look at the patch on that dress and you will know how hot it is to wear it. The year I gave birth, my lover brought back a light gray dacron cloth from the provincial capital, and I made a coat for my mother. At that time, it was an honor to wear clothes made of dacron cloth. Mom doesn't want to wear it herself, but wants to leave it to me to make clothes and push them around. Under my persuasion, she accepted it happily. But just as my mother-in-law came to have a confinement, my mother gave this cloth to my mother-in-law. Actually, she's making faces at me. This is the mother's way. As long as she feels that others need what she likes, she will be happy to put others before herself.

Mom loves cleanliness. All the year round, indoors and outdoors, she is always in good order. This habit has been with her all her life, and even in old age, she is still meticulous. That year, I visited my family and went home. I saw my mother, who is nearly ninety years old, still taking a bath and washing every day, and wearing Lisoso. If the clothes are dirty, wash them, dry them, fold them and put them away. The mother not only likes cleanliness, but also has the same requirements for her children. When we were young, life was very tight. Every Spring Festival, my mother always tries her best to make new clothes for us to celebrate the New Year. When there is really no money to buy cloth, they make it for us with homemade homespun. On weekdays, even if our clothes are patched, they are always washed clean for us to put on and never let our children hold us back. She often says that it doesn't matter if the clothes are worn out, but they should be tidied up. Wearing outside represents a family image.

Mother is strict with herself and lenient with others all her life. Her words and deeds are imperceptibly infecting and educating us. When a child quarrels with a neighbor's child, the mother comes to discipline her child first and never protects the calf. If we are bullied by the child next door, she always asks about the situation first, and then quietly tells her parents the truth after things have calmed down for a while. No matter what she does, she can help others, try to help others, accommodate others, and try to accommodate others. "A loss is a blessing" is what my mother often says. I didn't understand this sentence when I was a child. In retrospect, this is a simple motto. As long as it's not a matter of principle, be modest, accommodate a little, and suffer some losses, some right and wrong and disputes will be avoided, but in exchange for friendship and harmony, just like my mother always said, "I hope people will be happy." China people stress the word "harmony", which means kindness, kindness and harmony, "everything is harmonious" and "everything goes smoothly at home". Everyone is very friendly and harmonious. * * * lives a quiet life and is very happy. Isn't this a kind of happiness? This is priceless, and nothing can replace it.

Mother often teaches us to be honest and do things. Although my mother can't read much, how to be a person and what kind of person she is has been deeply rooted in her heart, which has benefited our children a lot. We grew up listening to our mother's words of "being an honest boy". Her words left a deep imprint on our young hearts and became our motto when we grew up. Now, the future is the driving force that inspires us to move forward. We will also use these primitive words from our mother to educate and encourage our children: let them work in a down-to-earth way and be honest and useful to society.

At the age of ninety, my mother walked through an ordinary life with steady steps. Mother is gone, but her virtues of hard work, helping others and generosity will always remain in our hearts-

Mom, I have suffered a lot in my life, and I am deeply involved and hardworking. Your children will always miss you.