Criticize the daughter's unfilial composition to her mother.

There was once a person who was so happy that he stayed up all night when you were about to return: there was once a person who was so anxious when you cried for no reason, and that person was his mother.

My mother is in her early forties, and her waist is not as straight as before. She is no longer the young woman holding my hand and running around. The years passed quietly at the fingertips of the wind, leaving deep wrinkles on the mother's face and white hair fluttering with the wind. Mother can no longer straighten her waist and lift her radiant face. Her beauty is gone, but her mother loves me as always.

I remember when I was a child, even if I was wronged a little, I would run to my mother and express my dissatisfaction with tears and tantrums. My mother just smiled and gently wiped the tears from my face with a handkerchief, and comforted my young and restless heart with stories and inspirational words. Then, I put my troubles behind me and ran out of a lot of happiness.

One Sunday in early winter, I said to my mother, "There is not enough heating in the school, and that thin sweater can't stand it." Help me make a cotton-padded jacket. " Mother just replied softly, and then went out to buy me some cloth and cotton. When I was sitting on the sofa and watching TV with relish, my mother came back, her face flushed with cold, and said to me in a trembling voice, "I bought it for you, and I'll make it for you right away."

On Monday morning, my mother's bloodshot eyes were full of fatigue. She handed me a cotton-padded jacket and said, "put it on. It's cold this week. Don't freeze." I put on the cotton-padded jacket that my mother made for me overnight, and I felt very warm. This is sewn by my mother stitch by stitch, and every stitch and thread is sewn into my mother's deep love.

My mother has always been very concerned about me, afraid that I will walk too slowly to adapt to the cruel competition of life, and afraid that I will miss the beautiful scenery on the road too fast. Motherly love is the warmest and most primitive. It is spread all over the world and every corner of the universe. Motherly love is great, it can heal your soul honed by life and help you change the face ravaged by setbacks. I love my mother, and I am proud of my mother!