The story of my mother and me

15 common stories about me and my mother 1

One day I came home from the Mathematical Olympiad and there was no one at home. I suddenly found a message on the table. It said: "Son! Dad went to see grandpa because grandpa has a 40-degree fever. You should do your homework first!"

Hehe, now it’s time to alright! My parents are not at home, so I am the only one in the world. I immediately ran to the TV and turned on the TV. When I saw it, it looked so good! At about three o'clock, I heard the sound of the car closing, oh, mom and dad are back. I hurriedly pretended to sit at the table and pretended to do my homework. When my mother came back and looked at my handwriting, she said sternly: "The handwriting is so poor, this is one of the reasons; the other is -" Mom deliberately delayed, "You made a lot of mistakes in your homework, you must not have listened to the class." "My father continued: "You haven't done your homework and you are still watching TV. Do you think I don't know about your little tricks?" I said silently: "Okay, okay, okay! What a wife and husband. Go ahead!" Then they talked about me and scolded me, but I didn't care. I kept a straight face and listened to their nagging.

That night, I was about to go to bed, but suddenly a few chess pieces fell out from under my pillow. My mother said loudly: "Put them back!" In the past, when my mother was angry, I would I took the initiative to reconcile with her, but this time I ignored her because my mother told me during the day. After a few days, my mother couldn't hold on any longer. She touched my head and said, "Don't be angry anymore. Mom still cares about you!" Haha! If you want to succeed, you must persist!

After a while, the more I thought about it, the sadder I felt. I shouldn’t have made my mother angry. My mother is busy outside all day long for me, and I still don’t listen to my parents. I really shouldn’t! I said to my mother: "Mom, don't be angry, I will definitely listen to you in the future."

From now on, my mother and I are no longer angry! The harmonious atmosphere in my home no longer deteriorates. Story 2 of my mother and I

There is always someone in the world who silently supports me behind the scenes. There is always a kind of love in the world that makes us burst into tears. This person is my mother, and this kind of love is maternal love!

Sometimes we have a big quarrel with our mothers over a trivial matter, saying that they don’t understand, that they are old-fashioned, and that they are feudal. Afterwards we will only say that we are adolescents now and we are rebellious. And mothers don't do it for our own good and are afraid that we will be hurt.

This is a true story that happened to me.

I am a child who has no opinion on what I do, but I always depend on what my friends do. For example, in the third grade of junior high school, some technical secondary schools and vocational high schools came to our school to recruit students. I have had a dream to be a nurse since I was a child. I originally thought I could go to a medical school, but my mother didn’t agree. My friends all went to study majors, some studied kindergarten teachers, some studied computer science, some studied accounting, and I was the only one left in the school, still working with a group of top students. For me, Useless high school entrance exam review sprint. After I got home, I told my mother that I wanted to go to a technical secondary school, but my mother only said, take the high school entrance examination first, and if you fail, you can decide whether to go to a technical secondary school or not. At that time, I was not mature enough, so I thought my mother wouldn’t let me go because of the high tuition fees, and I hated my mother from the bottom of my heart. I naively thought she didn't like me anymore. Later, I took the high school entrance examination. Although I didn't get into a key high school, I got into a local ordinary high school. I don’t want to go to high school, I also want to study nursing, but my mother only told me, she believes in you and knows that you will definitely pass the high school exam. Isn’t a junior college diploma higher than a technical secondary school diploma? I didn't say anything at the time, I just shed tears silently.

I still remember that on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year this year, I had appendicitis. In the middle of the night, my mother sent someone to take me to the hospital. She never left me for a second. Seeing my haggard look, my mother cried. He murmured to himself, "Why am I not the one who is sick?" I was heartbroken. Tears fell like broken beads. Soon, when I was pushed into the operating room by doctors and nurses for surgery, my mother was blaming herself outside. If she could control me and not let me eat junk food before, I wouldn't be able to suffer like this today. At that moment, I understood that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless in the world.

Now that I am in my senior year of high school, I understand some things about my mother’s good intentions and her earnest teachings. In 200 days, I will go through the second major exam in my life - the college entrance examination. . Mom, I will succeed! Story 3 of my mother and I

I have a mother who cares about me. She has a pair of bright eyes like black gems, thick eyebrows, and a high nose... < /p>

My mother is very kind to me. She will buy me almost everything I want to buy, except useless things. Next, let me tell you a story about how my mother cared about me! Be sure to listen carefully!

I remember one time, when my neighbor and I were playing, I suddenly fell down. Adding another layer of pain to my legs. My mother saw me and rushed me to the hospital. After the doctor's clairvoyance, I needed stitches. Because my wound was too big and deep. When I heard the word stitches, I was stunned as if I had lost my soul. The sewing started, and I held my mother's hand tightly. Mom said: Don't be afraid, it will be fine and it won't hurt. I had no choice but to agree. The needles penetrated my flesh one by one, and the pain was so painful that I felt worse than death. I secretly saw my mother crying, and I stopped crying immediately, and my mother hurriedly wiped away her tears. My wound gradually improved and I could walk again. My mother smiled so hard that all her teeth were exposed to the sun.

This is my mother. Story 4 of my mother and I

When I was born, my mother was only twenty-nine years old and a truly beautiful girl.

When I was one or two years old and still toddling on the ground, my mother and I often played an extremely childish game. At that time, I was always crying and refusing to eat. My mother came up with a solution in desperation. She held the rice bowl in one hand and asked me to sit in the stroller. She held the handle of the stroller in her other hand and pushed me around the yard. Every time she went around, she used a small spoon to feed a mouthful of porridge into my mouth. I also want to order my mother. One moment she says vaguely: "Slow down -" the next moment she says vaguely: "Quickly..." This childish game will continue until I take the porridge out of the bowl. Drink until you finish. By that time, my mother was already exhausted and sweating profusely.

When I went to kindergarten, my mother bought a lot of extracurricular books from the bookstore, with many beautiful pictures on them. Every time I read, I would point to a picture and stammer: "Mom, I... I want... to let you read this picture." When my mother heard this, she would put down her hand. Live, come over here and read the text under that picture for me. I looked at the pictures and Mom read the words.

To be honest, when I was in kindergarten, I was a skinny and weak "bean sprouts". The head is quite big, but the body is too small. It’s just a new version of the little carrot head! Why is this happening? Because I'm always picky about food. My mother would always coax and lie in order to get me to eat more food. Either you can grow taller by eating corn, or you can live forever by eating cabbage... In short, my mother tried very hard to make me change my picky eating habits.

Now that I have grown up, I am no longer a stubborn person, a little stammer, let alone a little bean sprout. However, the time spent with my mother in the past always comes to mind from time to time. The story of my mother and I playing and growing up will never, ever end! Story 5 of my mother and I

There is an umbrella in the world that refuses to be closed even if it stops raining; there is a kind of flower in the world that refuses to be thrown away even if it withers. There is a kind of family affection that cannot be changed from black hair to silver hair. The existence of this kind of emotion is my greatest happiness in this life.

My mother has a super ordinary face: long and light eyebrows, a pair of smart eyes, and a big mouth with red lips that look particularly full. Such an image definitely belongs to the type of person who disappears immediately when thrown into a sea of ??people. But, in my heart, she is more perfect than God. The maternal love she gave me was like that magical and sweet clear spring—silt cannot stain it, and drought and drought cannot drain it. This clear spring never stops flowing silently, and what we get is always the essence.

Although my mother rarely says she loves me, does love mean she loves me just by saying it?

I remember one time, I was absent-minded during the exam. I was playing here and there, looking at that. I wasn't paying attention at all. I almost didn't finish writing, so why did I talk about checking? The test paper was handed out. Too bad.

When I held this test paper, I felt uneasy that no one can describe. It was like holding a powerful atomic bomb. I slowly moved to my mother at a snail's pace and told her hesitantly about my "mistake".

My mother snatched the "atomic bomb" from my hand. I quickly lowered my head. This was not going to be good. This "atomic bomb" was probably going to explode soon. However, after a few minutes, the legendary "nuclear explosion" did not appear, and I couldn't help but feel relieved. I quietly raised my eyes to see what my mother was doing. As soon as I raised my eyes, I found my mother staring at me. I felt cold and quickly lowered my eyes. From the sighs and the test paper in my mother's hand, I can fully imagine how disappointed my mother was in me. My eyes escaped from my mother's pupils, but I couldn't escape her disappointed gaze. Some people say that the eyes are the eyes of the soul. Yes, mother's love is hidden in her disappointed eyes.

Although my mother is usually polite and polite, in fact, she is also a "chatty". Before going to school every day, there are a few words that you must listen to. What you need to listen carefully in class, what you shouldn't skip, and what you shouldn't make a fuss after class are all mom's "patentes." When the weather changes, my mother will also give her countless instructions. I can memorize these words that I have heard countless times, but the tenderness and care in them are something I will never be able to enjoy enough.

There is a kind of umbrella that refuses to be collected even if the rain stops; there is a kind of flower that refuses to be thrown away even if it withers. Mother's love will never deteriorate from black hair to gray hair. It turns out that my mother's existence is my greatest happiness in this life. Story 6 of my mother and I

There are many people who love me in this world, including teachers, grandpa, grandma, grandma, dad and mom. But the one who likes me the most, loves me the most, cares about me the most, and is the best friend to me is my mother.

My mother and I have a mother-son relationship. She cares about me all the time. Whether in the crowd or in the busy city, my mother's eyes are always locked on me and she follows me every step of the way. Mother's love is not only reflected in her eyes, but also in her hands. As small as cutting my nails, as big as cooking me three meals a day. Every morning, as soon as I wake up, a smell hits my nose, and I immediately rush to the restaurant and eat it. Moreover, every day my mother would make a variety of dishes to attract me and fill my stomach. When I feel uncomfortable, my mother will come to my room and rub my back, legs and shoulders.

My mother and I still have a teacher-student relationship. Whenever I was stumped by a question, I would ask my mother and she would explain it to me in the most understandable way, which would make me remember it deeply and make me realize it suddenly.

When I encounter something that doesn’t go my way, my mother will be like a teacher, patiently and meticulously enlightening me and making me happy again.

My mother and I are still friends. My mother and I are close friends. Not long ago, there was a "gyro storm" in my class. I really wanted to buy a top, so I asked my father to help me buy one on Taobao, but my father refused. At this time, my mother turned into a "lobbyist" and, after her With a tight tongue, my father finally surrendered.

This is the story between my mother and I. Story 7 of my mother and I

On Sunday I made my mother cry. This is what happened:

We rested at home in the afternoon. My mother and I watched TV together, and my mother was watching TV. The body was sitting very upright without any small movements. But I can't. I move this and touch that. The worst thing is that I like to chew my nails. When I was chewing happily, my mother saw it. She told me with a serious face: "Children cannot chew their nails. They are filled with bacteria and are very unhygienic. If your nails grow and feel uncomfortable, mom can cut them off for you." "After hearing this, I immediately replied: "Okay, Mom!"

After playing for a while, I raised my hand again and started chewing my nails, but my mother discovered it and she suddenly became furious. Her eyebrows were twitching like two caterpillars, her nose was breathing heavily, like an angry bull, her face was red with anger, she pointed at me and said: "You are still eating, really. There are bacteria, and this is still an emergency period. We must protect ourselves and pay attention to personal hygiene. Only in this way can we avoid getting sick. The epidemic is so serious now that schools cannot open. We must fight the epidemic collectively. Start by yourself and be a hygienic person.

Mom, I hope you will pay attention to your behavior! "After listening to my mother's words, I was a little worried, but I was also a little lucky. I felt that the virus was far away from us and we would not get sick so easily. I reluctantly replied to my mother: "I know, I won't eat it anymore. "

It was almost noon, and my mother was preparing lunch. She called me at some point. I didn't notice, but my mother came directly to the living room and saw me chewing my nails and watching TV. , I gnawed it with relish. I was shocked when I saw my mother coming to me with a ruler in her hand. Her face became redder and redder because of anger, and her facial expression began to change sharply. I felt my mother’s anger.

My mother glared at me and yelled: “How many times have I told you not to eat your hands? Why don’t you listen? Hands are so delicious. ? I've told you the truth, but you didn't listen at all. Try eating it again! I also started to fight back: "What are you doing? I didn't eat your hands. Besides, my hands are clean and not poisonous. What are you afraid of?" "After my mother heard what I said, she suddenly became very angry. Her eyes began to get redder and redder. I seemed to see anger and disappointment. Finally, my mother was so angry that I cried. I saw how sad my mother was. I suddenly felt I am very ashamed. I love my mother and I want her to be happy. But I did something wrong today. I realized my mistake and apologized seriously to my mother.

"Mom, I'm sorry. ,I was wrong. I will never bite my nails again. "My mother was silent for a while after hearing this. She went to the kitchen to cook again. I knew my mother had forgiven me.

There are many stories between my mother and I, some happy and some sad, but I Still love my mother! Story 8 of me and my mother

"You and I met on the sea of ????dark night, you have yours, and I have mine, my direction. It doesn't matter whether you remember it, or it's better that you forget it, the light that shined on each other during this encounter. "A poem by Xu Zhimo brought me back again, making me think about that little thing, that you, that page in so many ordinary lives.

I don’t know when I fell in love with it. Poetry, maybe it’s the nature of little girls. When I read poems, I feel sad and happy, either because I savor a fresh and refined line for a long time, or because Li Qingzhao provokes me, my mother looked at me. With this look, he shook his head and chuckled: "Children, don't write random poems, because the people of the Tang Dynasty have already written all the good poems!" "I like it, aren't there modern poems?" My mother could only express love and resentment. Sigh a few times.

A few days later, when I was lost in poetry, I received an unexpected gift: a copy of "Gu Cheng's Poems". I was so happy. But when I looked at the address of the package, there was no written address. Who was it? My brain cells started to get restless. Is it my friend Zhu? She was very considerate and shared good things with me. We always get treasures by chance. I won't forget each other. But does she know that I have started to love poetry? Or the classmate from the class upstairs, by the way, the one who accidentally bumped into me last time and helped me pick up "Shima's Poetry Collection". , does she need to mail it? Or someone I don’t know, who knows me and wants to send it to me... Hey, I won’t guess anymore, I’m tired of guessing, how can I finish all these little stories? I simply forgot about it. I picked up the book and began to appreciate it carefully. Within a few days, I was completely fascinated by the phrase "When you look at me, I am far away, but when you look at the clouds, I am very close." I turned and read page after page. , at the end, I was about to finish reading the book, and I seemed a little unwilling to do so. I turned the book over and over for a long time, and suddenly there were a few words written on the last page: "My little poet, this book is to your liking, do you like it? Mom." "I was relieved all of a sudden. For the speculation a few days ago, for my own fantasy, I laughed softly to myself, why did I forget the people around me.

It is such a calm little thing It made me sit down and think about it a lot. The romantic "you" in my fantasy is actually my mother, the person I love the most. How could I not have thought that life is like this, ordinary, but it is never ordinary, in your case. When you are fantasizing, stop for a moment, maybe the dream is around you, and the beauty is around you. You can forget about the encounter at sea, but what cannot be forgotten is the true love in life. The people closest to you are the easiest to ignore, but they give it to you. You are many.

Story 9 of my mother and I

"Listen to my mother and don’t let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly and don’t let her get hurt. Beautiful white hair sprouts in happiness. The magic of angels is warm and kind... Whenever I listen to When I listen to Jay Chou's song "Listen to Mom", I will think of the things between my mother and I.

That time, the Chinese New Year was coming, and there was a Chinese New Year atmosphere everywhere on the street, and every child They were all wearing beautiful new clothes, and I was extremely envious. I looked at the old clothes on my body and felt that my mother didn’t love me. So I went to my mother to reason: “Mom, why don’t you buy me clothes? I see other kids have new clothes, why don’t I? "My mother listened to my words and said kindly: "Son, it's not that my mother doesn't buy you new clothes, but that my mother wants to save the money to buy clothes for you to study in the future. You have to understand your mother's painstaking efforts. "I didn't appreciate my mother's kindness, so I shouted loudly: "I don't care! I want new clothes! "After that, I ran out.

The next day, my mother bought me a new set of clothes. I put on the new clothes and went out to play happily, but I didn't see my mother. Sighing next to me.

Afterwards, I regretted it when I saw the new clothes. After all, my mother was doing it for my own good, and I actually asked her to buy clothes.

From then on, I no longer ask my mother to buy something that doesn't matter. Maybe I want to apologize to my mother in this way.

"Listen to my mother and don't let her get hurt. I want to grow up quickly to protect her..." "Jay Chou's song is ringing in my ears. I want to grow up quickly to protect my mother and stop making her sad. Story 10 of my mother and me

My mother is a very serious person. A tailor.

She has black hair and a pair of bright eyes, like two shining gems.

However, One time, there was a conflict between my mother and I. The midterm exam was about to take place last year. I said to my mother: "Mom, the midterm exam is coming soon. I got in the top three. Can you buy me a comic book?" ? "My mother said," OK! ”

After a long time, the results of the midterm exam finally came down. When I saw it, I happened to be in third place. I saw jumping three feet high. After that, I jumped and ran Go home. I said to my mother excitedly: "Mom, buy me a comic book quickly. "My mother said seriously: "If you don't buy it, I already have comic books at home. Wouldn't it be a waste of money to buy them again? "

After hearing this, my tears flowed down like broken pearls. I thought to myself: "Mom, why don't you keep your words? "

Although this incident has passed a long time ago, whenever I think of it, I feel very sad. Story 11 of my mother and I

If someone asks me: "Who Is it someone who has always been with you, taught you, cared about you, and cared for your growth? "I will answer without hesitation: "Of course it is the parents. "Because when I faced the stage, they gave me confidence; when I was sick, they rushed me to the hospital in a hurry; when I encountered setbacks, they gave me courage; the love they gave me was like heaven. Countless stars.

I remember one time, my mother decided to teach me how to ride a bicycle. That year, I was only six years old. One day, my father took a fancy to a new bicycle from Guangzhou, and he spent money to buy it. Come down and see me off. So my mother decided to teach me how to ride a bicycle. When I couldn't wait to get on the bicycle, my mother quickly called a timeout and put on a brand new helmet and protective gear for me. She guided me carefully. Me, please pay attention to safety. I put my feet on the pedals, stepped hard on the bicycle, and jerked forward. Because I was a newbie and I didn’t have control of the bicycle yet, so I didn’t have time to brake and hit the wall with a bang. When I got on the bike, the bike fell over and I fell onto my back. If my mother hadn’t helped me pick up the bike and hold me up, I wouldn’t have been able to stand up.

My mother looked at me and said, "Baby." , come on, keep riding. "Are you going to let your beloved get hurt again?" "I answered loudly. "As the saying goes, if you don't experience wind and rain, how can you see a rainbow? "My mother said calmly, "Similarly, if you don't work hard, how can you get good results? "I had nothing to say, so I had to get back on the bike dejectedly. This time I rode smoothly. As I rode, I thought: Why did my mother treat me like this this time? I felt very strange, and my mind was full of questions.

Because I wasn't concentrating, I didn't see a big rock in front of me. There was another "bang" and I fell onto my back again. My mother came over and said to me gently: "Baby, it's okay, keep practicing." "Mom, I can't learn well, so I might as well stop learning." I whispered. I saw my mother smiled and said to me seriously: "There is nothing bad to do in this world, only things you don't want to do."

With tears in my eyes, I sat on the bicycle again, put my feet firmly on the ground, and I wiped away my tears, concentrated, and secretly told myself that I must learn to ride and ride. I circled the neighborhood three times without falling or getting hurt. Finally, my mother proudly announced: "Baby, you have learned how to ride a bicycle." "Yes!" When I heard the news, I was overjoyed and felt as sweet as honey.

On the way home, my mother told me that even if I fall a hundred times, I have to stand up on the 101st time.

Although it has been a long time since this happened, I will never forget my mother’s words. My mother’s words have always inspired me to move forward. Story 12 of my mother and I

My mother was sitting on the sofa, gently wiping her tears, while I stood aside at a loss.

On the afternoon of the weekend, my mother and I sat on the sofa and watched TV together. As we watched, I put my hand into my mouth uncontrollably. My mother frowned and looked at me a little angry. He quickly took his hands out of his mouth.

After a while, I put my hand in my mouth again. When my mother saw it, she said to me unhappily: "Why did you put your hand in your mouth again? Don't you know how unhygienic it is?" I put my hand down again.

After a long time, I put my hand in my mouth again. This time, my mother was completely angry. His eyebrows were furrowed, like two fighting caterpillars, his eyes were wide open, and his nose was breathing heavily, like a Spanish bull, yelling at me: "I've reminded you several times! Are hands so delicious?" "The sound was as loud as thunder in the summer, and like a crow croaking. It was annoying to hear. I retorted, "What's wrong with eating my hand? You're nagging me all the time." I said it several times, and I didn’t bite your hand again. "My mother was shocked. This is the first time I have spoken to my mother like this. What I never expected was that my mother cried! I quickly took a tissue to wipe my mother's tears and apologized to her.

Finally, my mother forgave me, and my mother and I continued to watch TV, and I stopped chewing my fingers. Story 13 of my mother and I

In the evening, my mother and I played games and made three games: one was "riding a big horse", and the other two were "unity" and "push a cart".

When we played "horse riding", my mother lay on the floor and acted as the horse, and I acted as the rider. I shouted "drive...", and my mother crawled forward, and I rode on her back; I shouted "drive...", and my mother's hands were raised and then lowered!

My mother and I play "Solidarity", which is actually a foot-stepping game. My little feet step on my mother's big feet. If my mother walks, I will walk, and if my mother stops, I will stop. We are in step with each other. , we won’t fall!

My mother and I played the game of pushing a trolley. I lay on the floor. My mother lifted my two feet, and my two little hands crawled forward. Halfway through, I couldn’t After gaining strength, he suddenly fell to the floor. But I think these three games are very interesting. Students, you should also play them when you have time! Story 14 of my mother and I

My mother is very beautiful. In my eyes, she is prettier than all female celebrities. Look, her big, black and white eyes seem to be able to speak! She has long black, slightly curly hair, styled in a princess style, which is so cute that I often can't help but touch it. However, beauty is beautiful, but when she becomes fierce, she is so terrifying!

I remember when I was in second grade, it was past 9 o'clock one night. I had just finished my Chinese homework, but my math homework was blank. I felt like I was going to "die". At this moment, my mother came in quietly: "What? I haven't finished my homework yet?" I hesitated for a while and hesitated: "Uh... I've finished it." My mother's face finally softened: "Hurry up. Go take a shower!" I said "Oh" and walked to the bathroom with a pale face.

"Bang" closed the door, I took off my clothes, jumped into the bathtub, and while soaking in the bath, I was worried: "Oh my God! I haven't finished my homework! What should I do... By the way... I got up in the middle of the night Write!" Thinking of this wonderful idea, the stone in my heart also fell.

After taking a shower, I went to bed, covered myself with a quilt, and lay down pretending. When my mother saw it, she gently closed the door for me. As soon as my mother left, I immediately opened my eyes wide and stared at the clock on the wall. Unknowingly, the hour hand pointed to ten for a while, eleven for a while, and twelve o'clock... Faintly, there was a burst of footsteps coming from far and near, and I immediately closed my eyes. It's mom who's coming in! Seeing that I was sleeping soundly and snoring, she quietly returned to the room. When there was no sound in the whole house, I got up and climbed onto the chair, opened my notebook and started writing.

I was naive and never thought of the consequences of doing this.

I was immersed in writing vigorously, and suddenly there was a roar from behind: "Zhao Yang——!" I turned around and saw my mother with her hands on her hips, pointing at me, and her red phoenix eyes were looking at me. Spewing out an unprecedented fury. I stopped writing and was so scared that I didn't even dare to speak out. Alas, I have to be scolded again! Sure enough, my mother stamped her feet and rushed over. She scolded me while tugging at my ears: "Damn it, Zhao Yang! You - how dare you do your homework in the middle of the night! Are your skin itchy? You bastard..." I lowered my head while being trained, feeling annoyed and sad... …

When it was time to get up the next day, the alarm clock rang three or four times, but I was too sleepy to get up. In the end I was late. I have been listless in class this day. I finally understood my mother’s anger. Story 15 of my mother and I

Everyone has their own experience, and I had a happy experience with my mother.

That afternoon, my mother took me to take a bath in the golden sunshine. I plunged into the pool and swam in it to my heart's content. Suddenly I felt a coldness on my head. When I looked up, it turned out that it was my mother who poured water on my head. I kept slapping the water, causing a lot of splashes. My mother used the towel as a shield while attacking me. I had an idea, grabbed a towel, dipped it in some water, and then spun around in the water. Sure enough, my mother There were drops of water on his body and head.

Later, I simply threw the towel and poured water on my mother with my hands. My mother also blocked my fierce attack while attacking me with her hands and feet. We were so happy that we played until half past eleven before going downstairs to eat.

When eating, I used fried chicken to put "chicken fat lipstick" on my mother. He also smeared ice cream on his mother's face, and she suddenly became a "Santa Claus grandma". My mother also secretly put chili pepper in my Coke while I wasn't paying attention, and also replaced my orange juice with boiled water with soy sauce.

After dinner, my mother and I went to the fourth floor to play in the "Ice House". As soon as I walked in, a blast of air-conditioning hit my face. My mother and I had already prepared and spread the towels on the ground, but I couldn't help but sneeze loudly. My mother laughed, but accidentally pressed her hand on the pillar and immediately shrank back from the cold.

I like this happy memory. My mother also takes great care of me. I love her.