Everyone has a dear mother. Mom, this sacred and great title contains every child's respect for his mother. Everyone in early childhood, the first voice shouted is the word mother. My mother is a kind-hearted, hardworking and simple middle-aged woman. When I was born into this world, my mother undertook the obligation to raise me. How much love you have given me in the past nine years, I can't count it for three days and three nights! Women's Day is coming this year. I'm going to celebrate and let my mother have a happy holiday.

Mom came home from work and found the room was dark. Just when she was surprised and confused, bam, I turned on the light. Mom was surprised to find a banner hanging on the wall: Happy holidays, mom. At this time, I appeared in disguise. I wear a white veil, a silver crown on my head and a pink fairy wand, just like a little witch. The fairy was gentle and lovely, and smiled and said, "Ms. Tang Wenhua (whose name can be changed to mother's name), I can help you realize three wishes. Go! " Mother thought for a moment, smiled happily and said, well, first, I hope my daughter will be healthy forever. Second: I hope my daughter will be happy forever. Third: I hope my daughter will always keep a peaceful and grateful heart. The fairy continued to smile and said, "All right! Because of my mother's ardent expectation, I will never forget your inculcation. I will study hard and improve my mother every day in the new semester. I will never live up to your expectations. "My mother heard my voice, grabbed my low nose and said," You little smart card! " "All of a sudden, I seem to think of something. I rushed into the room and took out the gifts I had already prepared: a bunch of carnations and 38 lucky stars. I picked up the carnation and smiled and said to my mother, "Mom, I wish you as beautiful, young and energetic as a carnation!" " "My mother was very surprised. She patted my little head, gave me a good kiss and said, thank you, thank you for the gift you prepared for me. I like it very much. At this time, I smiled and said, "I still have the most wonderful reserved programs." As I spoke, I pressed the tape recorder: Let's listen to a poem:>

Mom, my dear mom,

You are no longer young and beautiful.

You want your daughter to grow up healthily,

Let this event wrinkle,

Climb up your cheeks quietly.

Mom, you have worked hard, you have worked hard.

I will live up to your expectations,

Be a competent daughter!

Mother listened to this little poem. I found my mother's eyes moist and her face covered with tears. No, these are smiling tears! My mother hugged me tightly and said emotionally: this year's March 8 Women's Day is the most unforgettable festival in my life! "Because