The composition in the second volume of the fourth grade of primary school Chinese tells me how to write what is in my heart.

I told my mother from the bottom of my heart. I grew up in the arms of my mother's love, but I never thought of saying to my mother: I love you! I'm ten years old this year, and suddenly I find that my mother has aged a lot unconsciously. I think I have grown up. There are countless heartfelt words I want to say to my mother. Mom,/kloc-for 0/0 years, you have been like an all-round robot, taking care of my life every day. Mom, you are a skilled cook first. After finishing my homework every day, a sumptuous meal must be placed in front of me, but every time I just want to gorge myself. I never noticed your tired figure. Mom, you are still a cleaner who loves work. I have never been in the habit of tidying my room. After getting up every day, the books on the desk are as messy as after the tsunami, and the quilts and clothes on the bed are piled there at random. But every time you come home from school, you must have cleaned it up. My day's fatigue immediately turned into happiness. All this seems normal to me. Mom, you are the best educator in my heart. No matter what problems I encounter in my study, you can inspire me to solve them, but you will never solve them for me. You also taught me how to face difficulties with confidence. Mom, aren't you my bosom friend? Whenever I make a little progress, it is a great progress in your eyes, but whenever I make a mistake, you will help me point out the maze and you will criticize it immediately.