The person I know best-mother.

Only mothers are good in the world ... "Every time I hear this song, I think of my mother's hard wrinkles.

My mother is 35 years old this year. There are a few silvery white hairs in her shiny black hair from time to time, and her eyes are bloodshot. During the day, my hand has been moving.

I remember that in the summer vacation, once, I was naughty and active, and I broke your beloved vase. I was very sad at that time, afraid that you would scold me when you came back. When you came back, you found your beloved vase missing and asked me, "Zhang Zheng, did you see that vase?" I faltered and said, "I don't know-I know." After listening to my answer, you seem to understand something, just sigh gently, and then call me to my side and tell me a story: in ancient times, there was a man named Li Ren. He loves to lie since he was a child, and he never admits his mistakes. So everyone hates him. Later, under the guidance of his parents, Li Ren finally corrected his bad habit of lying, studied hard and practiced hard, and later became a useful person to the country. I finally bowed my head in shame and admitted my mistake.

"Only a mother is good in the world ..." After listening to this song again today, I remembered the greatness of maternal love.

Mom, maybe this name is an endless song that always lingers in children's ears, an inexhaustible spring that always flows in children's hearts, a bright moon that always pours out its brilliance, and a red sun that never shines on children's journey.

When I was a child, my mother's love was caressing and sweet kissing; When I began to learn to touch the ground firmly, my mother's love was kind encouragement; When I began to know the colorful world, my mother's love was a teaching engraved in my heart … Now I have grown up, and my report card is covered with frosted flowers that my mother is turning white; My honor certificate is covered with my mother's sweat and tears. But the naughty boy was unmoved and carved a series of wrinkles on his mother's face. My mother can't be ordinary, ordinary can't be ordinary. She has no extraordinary appearance, gorgeous dress, no great works and even few books. In my impression, my mother is broad-minded and tolerant, which has benefited me a lot.

When the neighbors downstairs just moved in, they often sang karaoke at home, which made our whole unit in a state of "music world" all day, and our daily study and life were greatly affected. His mother and neighbors complained to him many times and were pushed back every time. Soon after, the owner downstairs accidentally left his key at home, so the stout thief "defended" himself. When I learned about it, I smiled from ear to ear. Mother didn't forget the past and invited her home for dinner. The phrase "a distant relative is better than a close neighbor" resolved the discord in the unit. I learned something from my mother's actions that I couldn't learn in class. I know that if I am more generous in my daily life and study, there will be less spiritual barriers; If you are more generous, you will have more understanding, trust and friendship.

In my life, my mother takes good care of me. Every sweater of mine is a "love card" knitted by my mother. My mother often teaches me that one should pursue hard work instead of indulging in ease and enjoyment.

Twelve years, I can't remember how many times I knitted a sweater under the lamp; How many times, the anxious figure lingered in front of the hospital bed; How many times have I waited for my writing before falling asleep at my desk ... that gesture, that step, is deeply imprinted in my heart.

My mother not only provided me with a comfortable learning environment, but also gave me the motivation to study hard. I remember that it was the second semester of grade three, and I was so stunned by English class that I couldn't even remember the basic letters and couldn't understand them. Tell my mother as soon as I get home, for fear that I can't keep up with English. Unexpectedly, my mother smiled and replied, "My mother only knows that you are the child who can bear hardships the most. I don't like to hear you say it is difficult, because it is not difficult to bear hardships." I remembered my mother's words and focused on English: I listened carefully in class, followed the words sentence by sentence with a repeater at noon, and let my mother be an invigilator at night, so that I could write down what I learned that day. In the final exam, many things happen and my English scores also entered the top ten in our class. I really appreciate my mother. Her words inspired me to magically overcome this learning obstacle.

As the saying goes; "Time is seamless, and maternal love is boundless". In the years of bathing my mother's love, I felt the warmth, fragrance, greatness and beauty of maternal love. Mom, mom, you are a bright light in my cold night, you are the dawn in my difficulties, and you are a harbor in my life voyage. ...

My mother

When I called my long-lost classmate and asked each other about each other's situation, he suddenly asked me, "What did you do that moved your mother the most?"

I was puzzled for a moment. I don't seem to remember, or even want to remember, whether my mother was moved by anything about me. I'm speechless. I am proud of my equal friendship with my mother and brag about how I please my mother. Suddenly, I felt a pang of sadness.

My mother is away on business. She often travels, leaving me at home to take care of my life for many years. My personality is full of independent things. What I want most is independent growth, spiritual independence and economic independence. I seldom miss her deeply, but when I answer her eternal question "Do you miss me" with a negative answer, she always says that I have no conscience. It's her phone again. After a few words, I suddenly asked her, "In your impression, have I done anything that particularly touched you?" She paused for a moment and said, "Of course-"Then she talked about a long time ago, which never left a trace of impression in my mind. When I was 4 years old, my mother once took me to work with my father. In the process of talking with my father, my mother made a suggestion. I don't know why I angered people at work and started yelling at my mother. Before my father could stop me, I rushed to my mother and stood in front of her. I shouted at the workers, "Don't scold my mother, don't scold her." The man froze, and suddenly his anger disappeared. He stretched out his hand to touch my head, but I pushed his hand away and stubbornly dragged my mother away ... My mother continued to tell stories, and I heard the other end of the phone choked, and tears kept pouring out. My mother said it was the most touching thing in her memory. She said that I was very cute when I was a child, unlike now.

I'm not a good boy, at least not now. I talked back to her, jokingly "hurt" her with some mean words and annoyed her with some new words she didn't understand. I seem to have been born like this, and I have long forgotten that I am cute. My mother often complains and hopes that I won't grow up, so that she won't get old and I won't be angry with her. I don't know what I did when I was a child, but I remember that I was willing to cross the road by holding my mother's hand, and I was still saying to my mother, "Let me lead you across the road." Before going to bed, I still held my mother's hand, fearing that the devil in my dream would take me away. ...

I, when I grow up, my mother is old. When I was older, I learned to talk back and argue with my mother. She always lets me down. I still remember my mother apologizing to me like a child who did something wrong after dyeing my school uniform colorful. I still remember when my mother saw her satisfactory composition, she said "Oh, my article is overdue" in that joking and sad tone. I still remember my mother crying because of my unreasonable ambivalence. I still remember that my mother was chilling for my heartless language. Although it is sunny for both of us after this little episode in life, I am really worried about my mother.

And I, what did I do? I'm not qualified to say what I did to move my mother. I didn't get any grades that really made her happy, and I didn't have the skills to show off. When she was ill, I was unable to take my mother to the doctor except to hand her a glass of water and take some medicine. I know my mother has a heavy burden on her shoulders. She wants to support me, an ignorant person who has spent a lot of money and time. I heard that she sometimes cries at night. My mother is not an absolutely strong person, but she never transfers this burden to me. But what did I do? My tears came down again. My mother said she didn't like to see me cry all the time, but I was still so disobedient.

Me, regret it? Guilt? Is it shame? Is it pain? Is it sadness? Is it sour? Is it pain? Is it heartache? Both, none. ...

Mother is not kind, she hits me; Mom is not beautiful, she is old; Mother is not wordy, but likes to listen to others; My mother's career is very ordinary, and she is still working hard ... but my mother gave me a personality that makes me proud of being strict and lenient; With her youth, I grew up; With her habit of listening, she gave me a sharp mouth that always argued with her; She used her life's hard work to get everything around me. ...

On the other end of the phone, my mother called me twice, which made me stop thinking. She asked, "Why do you ask me this? Are you going to write a composition today? Are you looking for material from me? " I smiled. I seldom write about my mother in my composition. In my mind, it's too vulgar, but my mother always says, why don't you use such a good living model? I must be very touched that you want to write such a composition praising your mother. ...

I know my mother is actually easy to satisfy. She can be moved as long as she writes a composition. As long as she cares, she can be moved. As long as you love her, you can move her. Just stand in front of her and say "don't scold my mother, don't scold her", and she will be moved ... but I never gave it to her when I grew up. ...

Mom, I wrote this article. I care about your present situation. You don't know what you are doing when you are on a business trip. I want to tell you that I love you! Mom, am I qualified to say, tell you, tell everyone-"Everything I have done has moved you and made you proud"?