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A Tribute to My Mother's Selfless Love |
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In my mother's hands, a needle and thread, she sews my clothes for travel ahead.
Each stitch made with care, she fears my return may be delayed. Who says a blade
of grass has no heart, when it repays the warmth of spring's start? Whenever I
recall this poem, I think of my dearest mother.
I remember when I was a child, my mother nurtured us, feeding us, buying us
toys, telling us stories of her past, and giving us a happy and warm home. We
were ignorant then, watching her wrinkles increase, her calluses thicken, and
her silhouette shining before us every day.
Growing up, I asked myself how I came into this world and how I grew up. I
cannot forget my parents who gave birth and raised me!
I remember my mother's significant smile when I was born; her kind expression on
my first birthday; her happy face watching me play; her joyous smile when I
received my first red flower; the taste of the apples she peeled for me; her
proud smile when I got good grades; and so on.
My mother raised us, made us breakfast, peeled apples for us, tutored us, told
us stories... reminiscing on everything she did for us, it was all so beautiful.
Every mother should be awarded a "selfless devotion" medal. Isn't that right?
The wrinkles on my mother's face reflect the passing of time.
Behind every person is a mother silently supporting them. Some mothers wait for
their children to come home, while others live in their children's hearts.
Regardless of whether they are the former or the latter, all mothers are the
same and are people worth thanking from the bottom of our hearts. Thank you,
Mom, for everything you've given me. I feel that everything you give is the most
beautiful!
Thank you, Mom. I love you! |
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