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My mother and I
My mother and I get along day and night, and every day we have a romantic family story.

Affection is rain, which takes away irritability and leaves coolness; Family is the wind, blowing away sadness and leaving happiness; Family is the sun, which takes away darkness and leaves light. With affection, life is full of color; With family ties, life is more interesting. Today's affection is a humorous but far-reaching story.

In the morning, I grabbed a few dollars from helping my mother's work and happily bought her a pack of dried beans that she loved. On the way home, my mother always praised me for being good and held me in her arms. As soon as I entered the house, I handed the dried tofu to my mother. Without saying a word, my mother turned around and ate with dried beans. Hardly had I taken off my shoes and entered the house when my mother lost half a dried bean curd. Before I asked her if it was delicious, she said, "Really, why did you buy a bag of beans?" As he spoke, he sent dried beans to his mouth. I was so angry that I immediately grabbed the dried tofu, but my mother suddenly grabbed it back, still chanting: "Didn't you pass it on to me?" Do you still want to eat? "I somehow" sloped "laughed. Mom is busy putting the last piece of dried tofu in her mouth!

Mom, mom, you said you ate a whole package of dried beancurd, but I didn't taste any of it, but my heart ached at first ―― ouch! It's family

My mother is a very ordinary person, but the love she gives me is unusual. I have always been a strong child and seldom get sick. Naturally, I can't understand my mother's feeling of carrying me to the hospital. Therefore, maternal love has also become subtle and imperceptible here, but when it is discovered, it can't help but be moved. I have been fidgeting when I sleep, and I always lift the quilt, even in winter. I always think that this is entirely due to my innate good physical fitness. But from that night on, I realized that I was wrong. It was a deep winter night and I couldn't sleep in bed. Suddenly, a figure came into my room. It's my mother. A little surprise makes me want to see it clearly. I saw her gently walk to my bed, looked at my quilt by moonlight, and then gently pulled it over my naked body. In a flash, I understood why my mother often caught a cold. Looking at the back of my mother leaving quietly, I have mixed feelings in my heart. "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." My mother gave me such selfless love, and I should repay her, but I know that I can do too little compared with my mother's love. Because I live on campus, I can't warm my mother's bed before going to bed like an ancient dutiful son. However, I will pour my mother a cup of hot tea and hand her a pair of slippers when she drags her tired body home, telling her that I can plan my study and life at school by myself, and she will feel very happy every day with me around. On Mother's Day, I will also send my mother a card full of blessings and the news that she is most looking forward to that I am as happy and healthy as ever. I will work hard. In the future, I will rely on my efforts to let my mother enjoy life. Mom and I, mom and I, there are endless stories between us, but the love behind them can make people feel deeply.