On Thanksgiving Day, I revised my mother's composition by 250 words.

Today, my mother and I watched TV in the living room. I thought to myself: give my mother a foot massage.

I put my hand on my mother's foot and began to press her toes. My mother reacted and asked me, "Will you give me a massage?" I nodded and continued to help my mother press her feet. Huh? My mother's feet are covered with beriberi. My mother didn't buy good shoes. In order to save me money, she covered her beriberi. At this time, my mother had tears in her eyes. I only massaged my mother's feet, and she was very satisfied and thanked me! But my mother works hard to serve me every day, but I don't thank her at all. How great, deep and selfless maternal love is!

Maternal love, like water, touches our young hearts delicately. The white hair on my mother's temple gently tells me that my mother's pain and sadness are all shown to me in this wisp of white hair. Tears in my mother's eyes slid across my face, and I gently stroked it to stop its flow. ...