Regain the confidence of China people.

Grandma Bing Xin once said, "Mom, the wind and rain are coming, and the birds are only hiding in their nests. There is a storm in my heart, just hiding in your arms. " My mother, like the breeze in March, your love, your gentleness, your sternness, your smile and your anger have all turned into bright spring and your earnest guidance. And I am like a grass, bathed in happy sunshine, but I can't tell you how much I respect you.

"Poor wind." When I was a child, I repeatedly thought that I had failed in the exam. My mother was cruel and hateful to hit me. Words like "a dutiful son is born under a stick" are not just an expression. Even though my mother usually cares for my fledgling bird like that and instantly turns to ashes under that stick, now that I'm older, my mother doesn't hit me anymore, but she just says a few tactful criticisms to me. I know that even if my mother hits me again at that moment, she still loves me. When I was a child, I needed my mother to educate me. When I grew up, I needed my mother to appreciate my mistakes. Maybe it's really when you hit a child that the pain is in your parents' hearts. When the stick fell on me mercilessly, my mother's heart was bleeding, but I just couldn't understand her deep and severe love when I was a child.

Who said that maternal love is so gentle? She is more majestic. Who says love must be kind? Perhaps after a meal of "fried pork with bamboo shoots", it is the time when love shines incisively and vividly. Perhaps the frosty sideburns, the helpless and lost eyes, and the hatred of iron for not turning into steel are just manifestations of love? Freedom is only a moment. Without restraint, there is no motivation to move forward. Aren't our parents painstakingly cultivating our hopes?

Motherly love is ordinary and great. Mom, I understand you. You said you would get as much as you gave. As long as I work hard, your hard work will not be in vain. At the same time, I also realize that all parents are right in my opinion. Life is as dynamic as spring. If it's just an easy wire, how to motivate it?

Mom, I will understand you. It is voluntary for you to let me take classes on weekends. If I have time, even if you let me make up painting, piano and calligraphy again. I will gladly accept that painting makes my hands dexterous, piano makes me enjoy touching notes, and calligraphy makes me a China person. I know, you are afraid that I can't make up these lessons because I don't have time. You want to decompress me, but I wittily say to you: Now pressure is my motivation.

Mom, your love for me is like a mountain and a stream, and flowers grow on the ground. The wind and rain you brought me was to prevent me from becoming a flower in the greenhouse. Mom, one day, I will grow into a towering tree!

I deeply feel the love!