Sometimes, I always like to hear that nagging voice wandering around the room. How I wish I could run away from home. Now that I have grown up and lived outside, I know the hardships and difficulties of life. How I want to lean towards those gyrations that I used to think were annoying, boring and boring. When I grow up, mom, will you forgive my ignorance? I can't decorate your concern and love for me with gorgeous words. When I grow up, mom, your voice will appear in many dreams. If I were a musician, I would write a music for you, because I love you and I will never forget it, just like listening to my favorite song. .......

Note: It may not be good for you to correct yourself, but what I wrote can be translated into what my mother said to her children, or that her children worked hard for her mother, but her daughter could not decorate her mother's devotion and love with gorgeous words.