When the mother knew what happened after her son died, she wrote a composition.

Mother, the person who gave us life, the first cry in our life is mother, mother, who always loves us with selfless love. Remember me and my mother, what stories can you recall? For more composition materials about American classic prose, please refer to Giant Composition Network.

Looking back on my growing process for more than 20 years, my mother's education and influence during this period is very important, which has played a key role in the cultivation of my character and conduct today.

My mother, a very ordinary farmer in China, is only in the fourth grade of primary school, and her education level is not high, but she only knows a few words. But she knew the importance of knowledge and worked hard to provide me with education until I went to college today. She often says, "If my family had money for my school, I wouldn't stay in the countryside now and work for those few acres of land all day."

I remember when I was a child, I used old-fashioned cookers to cook at home. This cooker is made of bricks and clay. There are two pots and three mouths in front. There is a place to put pots and pans between pots and pans. The farmhouse is called a stove, followed by a pot room and a pot door, and there is a chimney for exhaust in the middle, which extends straight out of the roof. The door of the pot is used to pile firewood. When the fire is lit, the firewood is sent to the pot room. Every time I cook, my mother cooks in front and my father makes a fire in the back. A meal needs two people to work together (of course, one person can do it, but the efficiency is very low, so burn a fire in the back, and then run to the front to fry the dishes twice. When you come back to burn the fire, the last firewood has been burned, so it will be rekindled. First, my mother asked me to learn how to make a fire. She taught me how to strike a match, how to put firewood in the pot, and not to lead Mars outside. Some matches burned my hands and my forehead, so I never dared to light matches or make a fire again. This state lasted for several years. Later, I don't know how my mother forced me to learn to burn a fire. Anyway, from now on, my mother cooks and I help make a fire.

After I learned to cook, my mother asked me to try to learn to cook. Every time she cooks by the stove, she never forgets to ask me to stand by and watch. She said, be a conscientious person in life, carefully observe how she does it, remember the steps and main points, think about it next time when cooking by herself, and don't ask more questions. I was reluctant at first. When children grow up to a certain age, they like to sit back and enjoy themselves. It is said that this is a sign of children's cleverness. But my mother has always had her theory: trees should be raised from an early age, and children should be neglected in discipline and not learn to do housework. When they grow up, they will know nothing, be lazy and accomplish nothing. So, when other people's children play around all day, I have learned to cook, wash clothes and sweep the floor ... I cooked for the first time when I was ten years old. Mother got up early to work in the fields. When she left, she told me to call her back after lunch. I remember having an early lunch. I cooked at about ten o'clock. So he happily ran to the field and asked his mother to come back for dinner. When my mother came back, it was not yet half past ten and asked me why I was so early. I said I was afraid I wouldn't make it, so I made preparations early. Mom really praised me after dinner. The fly in the ointment is that there seems to be no salt in the food, and the rice is a little raw. Although it is not perfect, I feel a little sense of accomplishment and the pleasure of working. At this point, as long as I have time, I cook all the meals at home, and my skills are getting better and better. Even my relatives and neighbors say it's not bad. I fell in love with cooking and even had the idea of opening a restaurant in the future.

When I was a child, I didn't study well and often couldn't finish my homework. When I get to school, my teacher always criticizes me and sometimes even asks me to take care of my parents. So, gradually, I hate going to school. My mother was very angry and drove me to school. She is in the back, I am in the front, she takes a step, I take a step, she stops, and I stop. There are always ten steps in the middle, not far and not far. Mom didn't hit me, she just forced me to work. She asked me to work in the fields with her. Once, I went to the field with her to weed. The sun blackened my eyes and the leaves of the seedlings tickled me all over. I didn't do it. I want to go back, but my mother won't let me. When the sun went down, I came home from work and climbed ashore to find leeches on my legs, all of which got into the meat. I was scared to cry. My mother keeps filming me. I don't know how long it took, but I finally cleaned them up. From then on, I consciously went to school to study, and even won a certificate of honor for a three-good student every semester, and half the wall in the room was covered. When someone asks her mother what the secret of raising a child is, she always says, "If you don't study hard, come down and farm. See if it is difficult to study or farm." Mom's right. After I deeply realized the hardships of farmers, I decided to study hard and change the fate of my farmers. I don't want to face the loess all day, although I am not afraid of suffering.

Mothers are clever, at least in educating their children. She does not advocate stick education, nor dotes on it. She is always sensible and rational. I am picky about food, and she won't let me eat for three days. I will never be picky again, because everything tastes good when people are hungry. I didn't eat, and the rice fell on the table, so she taught me "a drop of sweat per grain of rice". Under her education, I have developed a character of diligence and thrift, diligence and simplicity, and eagerness to learn and make progress. Although I am not a very successful person now, these qualities are indispensable to success.

I thank my mother for raising me.