If I stand in front of difficulties, I need to write a composition urgently. Thank you.

I sighed and took out a letter. The envelope was folded like a silk scarf. He motioned for me to open it, but I didn't refuse. We don't need to pretend to be polite. This is a piece of printing paper. I smelled it, but there was no smell of pen and ink. This is 55 ordinary addidas perfume. I think he must have read this letter over and over again. Very strong words, people who have experienced ups and downs in life and people who have come from suffering can write such words. When I opened the letter, the first sentence made me completely awake-I miss those children who dare not talk to you day and night. Is this a mother crying to her child? I understand that a cursory glance at this letter is disrespectful, let alone a fascinating letter. After getting up and helping 55 make another cup of tea, I finished it with dignity.

Son, please allow me to call you that. I didn't mean anything by it. Even if it is someone else's child, can I call you a child? Please don't hate me. I know I'm presumptuous, but I beg you to read it. Even if you regard me as an absurd old woman, you should sit through this letter as your last pity for a dying woman, okay?

I am a woman with bad karma, and my husband has forgotten me. I don't even have any relatives except you, my son. Although you are not by my side, I have never even touched your face, but I am always by your side, and you are always in my heart. Sometimes, I feel mean, secretly following you in the dark, looking at you, like a hateful shadow, like a horrible ghost. But you are my child. I can't help caring about you and keeping you in my sight. I bought an infrared telescope so that I can see you at night. You don't blame me, do you? I'm your mother. Don't be embarrassed in front of her.

My first contact with you was last summer. You invited some students to swim in the gym. Seeing your bodybuilding posture, I am somewhat grateful to you, an ungrateful father. He is very concerned about you. Maybe in his heart, you are his own child. Did you find a pair of socks missing after taking a shower? Actually, I stole it. You know, after I got home, I compared your socks with those I made for you 19 years ago for a long time. You have grown up a lot. You can't wear socks made by your mother. But I didn't throw away those little socks, because maybe my grandchildren can wear them.

Are you old enough to fall in love? I see you have a good relationship with the girls in your class. I know my son must be full of charm. When playing basketball, girls will help you dress and buy you coke, but don't drink too much coke, which will lead to osteoporosis when you get old. My mother saw all this. My son is a heartthrob, and he is a little proud of being a mother. How is your study? Last month, the teacher talked to you and patted you on the shoulder when you left. It seems that the teacher has high expectations of you. You can't live up to the teacher's hope. You can't find a good job without a degree like your mother, and you can't rely on your father. Only self-reliant people can be respected by others.

What university are you going to enter? I heard that Nanjing University, Southeast University and Nanjing Normal University are all good. Nanjing is a big city. You should be able to learn a lot there. But mom doesn't know much, just fill in what she likes, don't be too far away from you, go home more and take care of yourself. The children of Zhang Bo's family next door went to college last year. This year, Jaco complained to me that children didn't study well, playing games online all day, wasting money and falling behind in their homework. Last week, Jaco picked him up from school. Besides the red lantern at the sports gate, now such a good child says that he is mentally ill, which makes me a little afraid of college. College is a kaleidoscope, son. You should not learn from him. You should polish your glasses. If you have any troubles, you should communicate with teachers and classmates more. Your mother can't be with you. You should take care of yourself.

Recently, my mother can't stand up straight with a backache, so she won't go to work for fear of being laughed at. After half a day of ideological struggle at home, I decided to write to you. I know it's a rush, but I don't care so much. Child, I can't sleep every night because of your thoughts of missing you. Sometimes when you stay up reading, my mother will make you a bowl of delicious noodles in a whimsical way. When you're done, laugh at yourself again. How can you be willing to eat noodles cooked by an old, strange and ugly woman? Sit in a chair, put your face down, come to the window and continue to stare at your faint figure.

Last time, I met your father When he drove out of the community, the door was only half open. He put his head deep into the window and said in my direction, "Aunt, please help me open that door. Thank you. " I didn't react at the moment, aunt? Is it for me? After reading the silent face, your father got off to open the door and glanced at me out of the corner of his eye when he opened the door. Do you know how nervous I am? I'm afraid he will recognize me, but I hope he will remember me. Actually, I still love him

Son, this is my first and last letter to you in my life. My life is coming to an end Although I am not yet forty years old, I am an old lady in her sixties in the eyes of your more attractive father. Years have satisfied her cruel vanity to me. I have breast cancer, which is terminal.

Son, I want to attach a photo to you, but I'm afraid I'll scare you. Look at yourself in the mirror. There are too many shadows of me on your face. Your mother was beautiful when she was young, at least that's what your father said.

I'm going to die soon, and I won't go to work again, and you won't see me again, so I'll tell you straight away that I'm the aunt who cleans the building in your school. You may have seen me, but you certainly didn't notice me. Farewell, my child. If God cares for my miserable life and can send me to heaven, my mother will become a star to pray for you every day and spend the rest of her life with you.