Tell me about my mother-junior high school composition

You are the first ray of sunshine in my morning, warming my heart; You are my hazy first dewdrop, nourishing my dead branches; You are the first spring in my life, watering my dreams, being grateful and talking about my mother's composition.

When I was a baby to be fed, you put me to sleep with warm arms. When I couldn't walk, you held my hand and gave me courage. When I said the first word "mom", your eyes sparkled with tears. I know this is happiness. When I first entered school and was curious about new things, you always told me patiently and gave me courage. Late at night, you accompany me to do my homework in front of the lamp; In the morning, you helped me put on the red scarf, smiled and watched me go away, thanking me for writing "Thanksgiving, tell me about my mother's composition".

Who doesn't make mistakes when growing up? Once, I fought with my classmates at school. When I got home, I saw my classmates with her mother complaining to her mother. As soon as my mother saw me, she grabbed me in front and made me kneel down. She also asked me to apologize to my classmates. I rebelled against my mother for the first time. Mom hit me with a tree stick in front of others. I kept my head down. I didn't cry, but my tears flowed downwards. I hated my mother at that time. Mother beat herself and shed tears. My classmate's mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she said forget it and advised her not to fight again. After they left, my mother hugged me and cried, and the hatred in her heart suddenly vanished.

In fact, my mother is like a candle when I do my homework, correcting my mistakes, and at the same time giving me the motivation to move forward and illuminating the road ahead. Fortunately, I have you in my growing journey, thank you, dear mother!