I want to say something to my mother after primary school students read "Wandering Sons" for homework.

Mother's love is endless. This kind of love comes from the heart and can't be made. This is called "maternal love".

everyone has a mother, and her mother will care about us and care for us very much. Therefore, we should thank our mother.

I want to thank my mother for giving me life. Twelve years ago, on the 11th and 8th, my mother was giving birth to me in the operating room. Although I didn't see this scene, I already know that my mother has been sweating and brought me into this world hard. So, I want to thank my mother.

I want to thank my mother for her kindness in raising me. Although I am only twelve years old and a minor, I can't earn my own money to support myself, and I still need the support of my parents. But I am still very grateful, it is my parents who work hard to earn money to make me an adult; It was my mother's hard work that brought me up to this height. So, I want to thank my mother. Thank you for teaching me the truth of life. My mother often said to me: "Nothing is difficult in the world, but it is impossible for a willing mind." Yes, you must be patient in everything and you will succeed. Besides, my mother is strict with me at ordinary times. Review and check your homework, and you can only play computer on Saturday and Sunday. Nothing to play when it comes to the exam. Because of this, I can become a better classmate in my class. So, I want to thank my mother.

I want to thank my mother for her love for me. Although my mother is so strict with me, it is also a kind of "love" for me. Moreover, my mother usually loves me very much, cares about me and cares for me. As long as I want to buy something, she will buy it for me if she thinks it is reasonable. This is also a kind of "love" from my mother. So, I thank my mother.

Mother's love is endless. This kind of love comes from the heart and can't be made. This is called "maternal love".

Part II

Thank you, Mother

Thank you for spreading laughter and laughter in my childhood and thinking of me all the time. Thank you for everything you have done for me and let me grow up healthily and happily.

I remember that when I was a child, my health was very poor. Catching a cold was a common occurrence, and going to and from the clinic was even more common. My mother always accompanied me to have intravenous drip. Every time my mother always sent me to the clinic, she went home to cook and then sent me the rice there. Every time she always fed me bite by bite, watching my mother blow the rice in the spoon bite by bite, and watching the sweat on her head keep falling like a broken bead, I felt tears like a spring. When my mother saw it, she asked me nervously if it hurt. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms, but my mother said silly child's hand held me tightly. At that time, it felt as if time was still at that moment, a moment for me and my mother, a wonderful moment.

I still remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I felt feverish one morning. I don't care. When I was preparing for school, my mother touched my hot forehead when she saw my red face. Hurriedly said to me, "Come on, I'll take you to see a doctor." I quickly took my mother and said; "Mom, it's too early. The clinic hasn't opened yet, and I have to go to school." Before my mother responded, I rushed downstairs. By the time my mother ran to the gate, I had already gone to school by bus. I feel so uncomfortable when I get to school. My head is hot and heavy, my face is burning, and I have no strength. I feel like I'm going to collapse there. When I was in a daze, I saw a familiar figure in the distance running from the school gate in a hurry. In the blink of an eye, that person appeared in front of my eyes. Mom, it's mom. My mother looked at me eagerly while explaining to the teacher. After a while, my mother came over with medicine and a cup of hot boiled water in her hand. Like when I was a child, I watched my mother pour me water, and the sweat on my mother's head kept falling like a broken bead. I also rushed to my mother's arms with tears in my eyes. At that time, how much I wanted to say to my mother, "Thank you, Mom, I love you", but I swallowed the words on my lips.

I am like a dry stream. You kept irrigating me, accumulating water drop by drop, and it merged into a real stream.

You are like the moon in the sky, and I am an unremarkable star. Under your light, I have to go through tempering and hard work to become the brightest star among countless stars.

Your love is a slowly flowing river, and I am a carefree and happy little fish in the river.

Countless words of gratitude seem to be pale and powerless in front of you. There are too many thanks to say. You will always be my guide and always be by my side to care for and love me.

Many parents in the world are like this. They have been silently contributing to their children. Let us, as children, say in unison, "Thank you for your constant care. You will always be our root and pillar!"

love our parents! Because our parents gave us selfless love; Thank our parents! Because we wanted a leaf, but our parents gave us the whole blue sky!

mother, what an ordinary name! But everyone can feel deep love from this ordinary name. Yes, our mother has paid so much for us. Have we ever paid for our mother? Yes, we didn't, but my mother has been paying for us. Mother, you are like a lotus leaf. We are like that fragile and petite lotus. Who will shelter me from the wind and rain except my mother?

I remember one time, it was very hot, but the weather was not beautiful, so the power went out. The hut is very hot, and the room is as hot as a steamer, and cicadas keep calling it "hot hot" in the tree. At this time, I woke up in the middle of the night, sweating profusely, and my mother was awakened by the heat, saying, "You sleep, let me help you fan." "Well," I nodded and slept on the floor. Mother shook up the thin fan in her hand, and a very cool wind flowed from her fan, and I fell asleep slowly. I had a sweet and fragrant dream. When I woke up, I saw my mother still fanning me, but her clothes were soaked with sweat and her eyes were bloodshot. I care: "mom, are you okay? I'm not hot. Go to sleep!" " Mother said, "Nothing, you go to sleep." With that, I fell asleep again. When I got up in the morning, my mother's eyes were bloodshot and her face was yellow. Mother's love is a cool wind.

once again, after school, it was raining cats and dogs. I was waiting for my mother to send me an umbrella at school. Soon, a familiar figure of my mother appeared in the rain. My mother came over and covered me with an umbrella, and more than half of her body was wet by the rain. "Mom, why don't you lean over the umbrella?" Mother was silent, smiled and shook her head. I don't know whether it was sweat or rain that flowed down her cheeks. Ah, mother's love is an umbrella to keep out the rain.

yes, what two common things! But this ordinary also reveals my mother's deep love for me. As Gorky said: All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers.

shouldn't we be grateful to our mother?