My mother wrote 300 words,

He is not tall, and his eyes are full of expectations for me. Two splayed eyebrows, a slightly flat nose and two thin lips make up his mother's kind face.

In my mind, my mother is always so strong. That weather-beaten face always wears that confident and strong smile. Since her mother was laid off, she has found a new job instead of staying at home. She goes out early and comes back late every day. No matter whether it is cold or hot, he never complains that he is tired, even on holidays. Sometimes when she catches a cold, she listens and never rests. In my opinion, she is like a robot, never tired.

One day, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. I saw that the light in the kitchen was still on, so I struggled to sleep. It turned out to be my mother, still washing clothes there, constantly repeating those seemingly simple but laborious actions: rubbing, twisting, swinging, and occasionally wiping tears from my forehead. I froze. This is the first time I have seen my mother work so hard. Does he work so hard every night? It hurts a little to think about it: my mother, who has worked hard all day, has to wash my clothes until midnight when she gets home. If only my mother had gone to bed earlier, I'm determined to wear clean clothes in the future to reduce my mother's burden. Thinking of this, I went over. "Mom, go to sleep. I will go to work tomorrow. I will definitely wear clean clothes in the future. " My mother looked back at me and said, "Son, it's late for torture. Go to sleep." Then, she smiled, smiling so kindly as if she were not tired at all. It seems that the tower is happy for my growth again.

Later, I was admitted to Shenyang No.2 Middle School, a provincial key high school. When I was celebrating for myself, I saw my mother's smile again. He smiled so happily, so hearty. In the summer vacation after the senior high school entrance examination, my mother accompanied me to visit the Expo Park. I have been to several places more or less during my spring outing, but my mother who has never been anywhere is always busy. This is her first time to go out to play. At that moment, he released years of pressure and grievances. She had a good time and laughed happily.

This is my mother. She always wears that kind and strong smile on her weather-beaten face. My mother has been inspiring me since I was a child. He can't dare to fight against the godless mode in the world. It is also her smile that has accumulated my confidence and made me forge ahead.

This is my mother, a strong and great mother.

I love my mother.

After giving my mother a sharp pain, we cried and saw her smiling eyes. It was the first time in our life, but those eyes kept watching us until they could no longer open their eyelids.

The first "mom" we shouted when we were learning English, and the brave words we said to our mother when we were young; A casual kiss that we were spoiled when we were teenagers; When I grow up, an occasional greeting will make my mother laugh and add a few crow's feet to my eyes.

Mother is easy to satisfy, giving the most and taking the least.

I love my mother, and we should all love our mother.

My mother is a very stubborn woman. When I was a child, I worshipped my mother very much. I didn't understand the cruelty of time at that time. It was not until my mother's edges and corners were slowly worn away in her efforts that I gradually understood her face.

When I was very young, as a girl, I was neither beautiful nor wild. When I was older, my mother began to braid my hair.

Put on a beautiful princess dress for me. After cleaning up, my mother always likes to pull me to look at myself in the mirror, but I only look at my proud mother standing behind me in the mirror every time. At that time, I thought my mother was the most beautiful woman in the world.

Later, I changed from a wild child to a little princess. There are so many people who spoil me that my mother's love is a little insignificant. I only remember that if school is late at noon, I will see my anxious mother at dusk on my way home. When I threw myself into her arms, her eyes filled with tenderness in an instant. It is the tenderness in my mother's eyes that taught me to be serious in every exam, and I will bring back many awards to my mother at the end of each semester. At this moment, the tenderness in my mother's eyes made me secretly say to myself, "My mother is a gentle and beautiful woman! 」

Later, I became big princess from a little princess. I can comb all kinds of beautiful braids by myself, and I will start to think that the clothes my mother bought for me are not beautiful. But I will still lie on my mother's lap in the warm sunshine and smell the familiar smell of her body, watch her seriously fiddle with my hair, listen to her intermittent words and lean her head on her soft thigh. I have an indescribable sense of security. At that time, I thought my mother was really a great woman!

Later, I was no longer a princess. When I grew up, boys began to pursue me. When I showed my mother the letter written by the boy shyly, my mother smiled at me gently. She caressed my head and gently told me, "All you have at your age is empty promises.

I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead and delicate eyes. I haven't shown off my good skin to my mother since then. Because I know that under the proud smile of my mother, it is a lost heart, and my mother is just a mortal. She's beautiful.

Later, I never saw my mother waiting to take off her schoolbag at the gate of the hospital after school every day, and I couldn't hear her gentle voice, "Are you hungry?" I can never put my bracelet around my mother's neck and say "good night!" " When my mother comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed every day. Because I am already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week and took my changed clothes away every time. Mother is a very clean woman. She doesn't like using the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with bubbles. I sat on the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates, who chattered enviously.

My mother also asked me to take my clothes home on holiday tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a hair on the plate, which was unprecedented in the past. You should know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how sorry I was at that moment, because I saw my mother's face suddenly turn red and muttered, "I was careless, I was careless ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, just kidding you!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly buried myself in eating. I can't let my mother see my red eyes.

Because it hurts me to see my mother's muddy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will be very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother to watch her wash clothes. Mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home-clear and quiet. I continue to play with my foam. Playing and playing, I suddenly found thin sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. My mother's back is getting more and more bent, her hands are getting slower and weaker, but she still whispers about the neighborhood with a smile. After that, I never want to take my changed clothes home. Every time I face mom's scolding.

I always mischievously raise my mouth and say, "I've grown up!" However, the last sentence I didn't say was "You are old. "

Later, sitting here, I was about to go to college, and my mother came to pick me up every day for my health. I have better food, better sleep and a carefree life than other students. Everyone who meets me thinks that I am a junior high school student. I am not annoyed by my naivety, because I know that my mother's little white hair, new wrinkles in her eyes and even faintly visible spots all expect me to live a simple life.

. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still spoil my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes … because I like to see her smiling face with a little sense of accomplishment. Mom once said, "Mom likes you to be beautiful! 」……

My mother taught me all good hospitality manners, sitting posture, standing posture ... even the posture of holding chopsticks. My classmates thought it was feudal, and I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until others praised me for being generous and gentle. My mother hopes her daughter will always be the best in the future.

Mom is really old!

Her teeth are old, so she can't chew slowly without showing her teeth like she taught me to eat. My ears are getting old, too She is afraid that others can't hear her, so she can't whisper as she taught me. My legs are getting old, and her splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious because she gave birth to me. Her steps can no longer be as light as teaching me ... but I won't blame her, I will just spend more time massaging her. Although the bones on her body hurt my hands, all the foreign objects disappeared instantly when I saw my mother's satisfied smile.

I always have two mirrors in my heart. On the one hand, my mother stood behind me and looked proudly at the beautiful princess dress in the mirror.

A good daughter with a croissant braid; On the other side, my mother stood in front of me, looking at her daughter who was taller than her but pouted playfully in the mirror.