Thanks to the thread in the mother's hand, making clothes for her wayward son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness. When I was a child, my mother was my master: my mother fed me, taught me to dress, taught me to write names ... My mother was omnipotent and very great. I am growing up day by day, but I don't know why my mother's kind smile is no longer rare, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Does my mother not love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes in the cold winter and cleaned my room in the hot summer ... One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside, with lightning and thunder. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, I'll go down by myself!" " "Mother replied firmly," how is that possible? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Cover your raincoat tightly and don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Because I am weak, my mother always tries to cook my favorite dishes to increase my nutrition. Braised lion head, crisp sweet and sour pork ribs, spicy and attractive spicy chicken; My mother can also cook sweet and delicious eight-treasure rice and laba porridge ... Many students have eaten my mother's cooking and envy me for having a good mother who can cook, which makes me very proud. Mom is very hardworking: she starts cooking as soon as she gets off work; After supper, I was busy doing housework. I went to help my mother with the housework. My mother always asks me, "Have you finished your homework? "My mother didn't let me help her with the housework until I finished my homework. Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6. Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I should be able to have fun without playing the piano. Mom was very angry when she learned about this and began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? ..... "After listening to my mother, I will never be naughty again. After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant. There are countless things that my mother nags, sometimes because I am playful, sometimes because my handwriting is incorrect, and sometimes because my exam results are not ideal ... but I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart for nagging, because this nagging has made me who I am today. My mother cares for me in every possible way, just like the sunshine in spring is kind to the grass. I can never repay this maternal love that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea!