Mom takes grandma to have a check-up.

Without sunshine, there is no warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no us.

I want to thank my mother. Some people say: maternal love is great. I want to thank my mother for raising me, educating me and giving me the opportunity to come into this world.

When I was a child, my father worked outside and died unexpectedly. I was only three years old at that time, and my sister was only ten years old. It was my mother who educated me from a child who can't talk, walk and don't understand the world into a fifth-grade girl now. In order to make a living and take good care of our two sisters, my mother and my father combined.

Time flies, I am six years old. Mother said, "Son, you have to go to school." So she led me to sign up. Not long after, on the first day of school, she sent me to school. We have started our class, and she has been standing outside for a long time. My mother came to pick me up after school. From then on, regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, rain or shine, she always delivers early and picks up late.

I still remember one time, my mother came to pick me up. Suddenly a big truck passed by, and it happened that mother's trouser legs were tightly intertwined with her bike. Seeing that it was about to hit, my mother quickly pulled open her trouser legs and escaped. Even so, she didn't change her habit of picking me up.

In the first grade, my mother sent me to school, told me to listen to the teacher, and left in a hurry. I also complained why she didn't accompany me for a while, even if it was only for a minute! But my mother is too busy to accompany me!

Another year has passed, and I am in Grade Two. People say I know a lot at the age of one. As for me, I still don't understand my mother's mind as before. Once, I was too lazy to do my homework. My mother patiently educated me and advised me. But I'm unreasonable. Not only did I not listen, but I also quarreled with her. Then I saw her eyes filled with tears.

In the third grade, we took two more courses. My mother is afraid that I am tired and always does this and that for me. Every day when I come home from school, she always asks me with concern: Are you tired? How's it going? Sometimes I complain to my mother about unhappy places in school. She always listens hard.

Now I am a girl of 12 years old and have started a new school year. After so many years, my mother is getting old, and there is a slight frost on her temples. I know my mother is very hard. Sometimes I will help her sweep the floor, wash the dishes, do what I can, and occasionally give her a massage. Whenever this time, my mother is very pleased to say: "My old girl has grown up and knows how to care about people." I am very happy to hear that. I know my mother is happier than me.

"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." I want to repay my mother, study hard and be a useful person to society. This is my greatest gratitude to my mother.