Teacher Ding was my Chinese teacher in third grade. She treats her classmates like her own children. This amiable and good teacher made me realize the profound meaning of "not a relative, but better than a relative".

I remember one time, when I was taking Teacher Ding’s Chinese class, I suddenly felt some discomfort in my stomach, but it was not very painful, so I didn’t tell Teacher Ding. After a while, my stomach hurt more and more, so I had to tell Teacher Ding. After Teacher Ding found out, he quickly came over and asked me what was wrong. I frowned and said my stomach hurt. The teacher immediately called my parents, but couldn't get through. Upon seeing this, Teacher Ding ordered the class monitor to lead the students to study independently, and then hurriedly sent me to the hospital. Halfway through, my stomach hurt so much that I didn’t even have the strength to walk.

Teacher Ding carried me on his back and walked towards the hospital step by step. After arriving at the emergency department of the hospital, while the doctor was examining me and writing prescriptions, Teacher Ding kept calling my parents in the corridor. Finally, the teacher got through my mother's phone. After a while, my mother rushed to the hospital in a hurry. Teacher Ding introduced my condition to my mother and asked her to take the prescription to the pharmacy to get the medicine. Then, the teacher rushed back to school with confidence. Looking at the teacher's caring eyes and busy figure, my heart is full of gratitude. I am very proud to have such a good teacher who cares about my students!

Teacher Ding not only cares about us in life, but also helps us in study. There are countless examples of teachers like mothers.

My class teacher is Teacher Zhan. She has curly hair. , with a round face and a sweet smile, she looks just like my mother.

Teacher Zhan not only looks like my mother, she also takes care of me like my mother in study and life.

I am a transfer student in the class. I have just entered school. I am naughty and make people worry about everything. I always do things wrong.

Teacher Zhan knew about it. Instead of criticizing me severely, he said to me: "Teacher, I believe in you. You are very smart. You will definitely learn well with a little effort!" The teacher's words were like A thin stream of warmth flowed into my heart, making me feel more intimate.

I began to understand that I could learn better.

Whenever I make a small progress in my homework, Teacher Zhan will say to me: "Well done, come on!" Teacher Zhan often rewards me with candies! I always hid the candy she gave me as a prize and was reluctant to eat it, because this candy was different from the candy bought in the supermarket. It was a prize from the teacher and a recognition and affirmation of my progress. It tasted the sweetest and sweetest to me. fragrant.

Teacher Zhan, I really want to say something to you: You are so like my mother, you are so kind! A 450-word essay on "A Teacher is Better than a Mother"

Teacher Ding was my Chinese teacher in the third grade.

She treats her classmates like her own children.

This amiable and good teacher made me realize the profound meaning of "not a relative, but better than a relative".

I remember one time, when I was taking Teacher Ding’s Chinese class, I suddenly felt some discomfort in my stomach, but it was not very painful, so I didn’t tell Teacher Ding.

After a while, my stomach hurt more and more, so I had to tell Teacher Ding.

After Teacher Ding found out, he quickly came over and asked me what was wrong. I frowned and said my stomach hurt.

The teacher immediately called my parents, but couldn't get through.

Upon seeing this, Teacher Ding ordered the class monitor to lead the students to study independently, and then hurriedly sent me to the hospital.

Halfway through, my stomach hurt so much that I didn’t even have the strength to walk.

Teacher Ding carried me on his back and walked towards the hospital step by step.

After arriving at the emergency department of the hospital, while the doctor was examining me and writing prescriptions, Teacher Ding kept calling my parents in the corridor.

Finally, the teacher got through my mother’s phone.

After a while, my mother rushed to the hospital in a hurry.

Teacher Ding introduced my condition to my mother and asked her to take the prescription to the pharmacy to get the medicine.

Then, the teacher rushed back to school with confidence.

Looking at the teacher’s caring eyes and busy figure, my heart is full of gratitude.

I am very proud to have such a good teacher who cares about my students! Teacher Ding not only cares about us in life, but also helps us in our studies. There are countless examples of describing my mother. My mother is a teacher! Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Oh, then you can’t copy them from the Internet. Forget it, I’ll send you a few, for reference only.

I have a very unique and a bit "weird" mother.

Once I did very poorly in an exam, and the teacher asked my parents to sign it.

No way, who told me to be so bad? So I had no choice but to bite the bullet and hand my test paper, which was full of gunpowder smell, to my mother who had just returned home.

The moment she took my test paper, her eyes immediately widened, her face changed drastically, and her eyeballs scanned every part of the test paper, which clearly indicated that a "disaster" was coming.

In the two minutes when she took the test paper, I felt like it had been 30 minutes. My heart was in my throat, and I thought silently in my heart: "Time! Why are you walking so slowly?" As expected, after a while, my mother yelled at me: "You still want me to sign for this kind of achievement? Did you praise too much in the past few days and raise your tail? There is always half a bucket of water dangling. Yes!" I was speechless.

"Speak!" At this time, my mother was almost a "big devil", breathing heavily through her nostrils and her face turned red.

My heart was beating loudly and I was speechless.

"Bang!" A loud and crisp slap hit my face. I covered my red face with my hands and cried.

When my mother saw that I didn’t say anything, she held up the test paper and pretended to tear it up, and said, "You say it or not, or I will tear it up.

" But at this time My mother's "huge roar" alarmed my grandma, and she immediately ran over, comforting me and persuading her, but my mother ignored her... But I finally got away with my grandma's efforts, and I just listened There was a "bang", and my mother closed the door and went to another room. She remained sullen for a long time after that... At night, I had already fallen asleep and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

I saw my mother gently pushing the door open, and I quickly pretended to be asleep. I seemed to feel my mother quietly walking to my bedside and covering me with the quilt with her warm hands. I turned on the desk lamp, sat on the edge of my bed for a while, found the test paper from my schoolbag and signed it, and then tiptoed away. I shed tears involuntarily.

The next morning, I also found a loving note from my mother written to me in a conspicuous place in my schoolbag: "...My child, maybe my mother shouldn't be like this, but this is entirely for your own good... …” I think this “weird” mother is also a way of expressing maternal love, but it’s just different. Maybe I don’t really understand it yet.

Every mother has a kind of love - maternal love. We thrive in the great maternal love, no matter whether this love is strange or not.

This is my mother, a mother with unique maternal love.

----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- My mother occupies the best place in my heart. I like her very much. She is good at everything, but There is a bad habit, that is, "picking three and four".

I remember one time, my father, mother and I went to Chaotianmen to buy things, because the things there were very cheap! But when I arrived at Chaotianmen, I realized that not all the things there were cheap. Even a humble hairpin cost dozens of yuan. My mother said to my father, "This hairpin is so beautiful." But when she looked at the price, it was fifty yuan, so she shook her head and said to herself: "Hey! It's so expensive!" As she said that, she put the hairpin back to its original place.

In order to buy a suitable hairpin, my father and I followed my mother, running to the third floor and then to the first floor, which made my father and I feel dizzy, no, we should be dizzy. I was dizzy and couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

At this time, I heard her say again: "This hairpin is quite beautiful, but it is too expensive. This hairpin is cheap, but it is colorful, and it looks like a gorgeous landowner." ".

My father and I struggled for a long time, but my mother couldn't make up her mind to buy a small hairpin. I was very impatient and pouted, because my stomach was already singing about empty city plans. .

At this time, when my mother saw me like this, she reluctantly picked up a hairpin and said: "This hairpin is pretty good, just buy this hairpin!" As she said that, she talked to the boss After bargaining, I finally bought this hairpin at the lowest price - ten yuan.

I think my mother made us run around here and there just to buy a hairpin. She is truly a picky mother.

After buying hairpins, she went to buy school supplies for me.

She was unambiguous about buying school supplies for me, buying this and that.

No, she is carefully selecting pens for me! I said buying two was enough, but she said: "Studying is the most important thing."

As she said that, she carefully selected eight pens for me. She asked the boss how much one was, and the boss said ten yuan. Originally, I said I would buy two yuan, but she said, "Two yuan is not enough." Good.

It will break after a few days and will affect your study."

After saying that, he paid the money.

Is this considered picky? No, no, she was picky and picky for my study, and for the cost of studying when I grow up.

Finally, my mother bought me a book cover, pencils, pencil case, and a box of chess sets! It was already noon, and my parents and I went out to eat.

While eating, my mother began to pick and choose again.

No, she was talking to herself again: "This restaurant is dirty and smelly, it must not be clean at all; this restaurant is really clean, but the food is not rich.

"Finally she found a decent restaurant, but she was picky again.

This dish is not delicious, and that dish is too expensive.

It took a long time before we ordered some dishes.

Looking at these rich and delicious side dishes, I seemed to understand something.

Look! This is the picky mother I introduced. For my study, she gave up her favorite expensive hairpin and bought the cheapest hairpin. It was a "picky" for me, but it was what she needed. But the thing is "pick four".

Ah! Mother! You showered all your love on me and my father. You loved us more than you loved yourself. I will always love you - my picky mother.

----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------- Just after dawn, my mother's loud voice began to show off.

I saw her coming to me in three steps and two steps at a time, panting and saying: "Hurry, get up soon!" Well, it was too harsh, so close and so loud.

Hey, my mother is good at everything, but her loud voice makes me unbearable.

Her loud voice always... Composition about caring about teachers and mothers?

We all have parents, and we have all received the love and care from our parents.

My mother also did something that cared about me and touched me very much.

On the holiday day of October 1st this year, I suddenly had a high fever of 38 degrees 2. At that time, my mother thought I just caught a cold and didn’t take it seriously. She took a pack of antipyretics and fell ill after a while. The fever is gone.

In the evening, I had a high fever reaching 39 degrees, and my mother gave me another pack of antipyretics.

But the fever came back after a while, which made my parents very anxious. My mother decided to watch me and get the injection at dawn.

My mother stayed with me all night. I didn’t get up until 7 o’clock in the morning. My mother cooked a meal early and then combed my hair. My mother was busy all morning, but she didn’t even eat. I ate. After dinner, my mother and I went to get an injection.

When I came back from the injection in the morning, my mother bought me juice and fruit, and then she let me lie on the bed when I got home. It was like this every day. After 7 days of injection, my illness Finally, I'm fine, and my mother doesn't have to take care of me anymore.

Through this incident, I learned that no matter how cruel your parents are to you, your parents still love you. High school composition, Mom is like a teacher

Teachers, like mothers, say that teachers are like spring silkworms, like red candles, sacrificing themselves to illuminate others.

But I feel that our teacher is like the mother of a big family, caring for all the students in our class.

My teacher, like my mother, never favors any student.

I remember that in one class, the teacher asked a question. The class was very lively. Everyone rushed to raise their hands. I even raised my hands high. I thought to myself, I am the monitor, and the teacher will definitely know. Ask me questions and let me show my style as a monitor.

However, the teacher looked down for a week and didn’t seem to see me at all. He actually asked a question to a classmate who lowered his head and did not raise his hand. When he saw that classmate grinding for a long time and couldn’t explain, I was anxious. I stood up and answered the question fluently. The classmates applauded me, but the teacher did not praise me, but affirmed the answer of the classmate.

After class, I was called to the office by the teacher. She said in a gentle tone: "In class, we should give those students who are less advanced a chance to think and encourage their self-confidence.

In We also need to help them outside of class.

As a monitor, you should also care about the progress of every classmate like a teacher, don’t you think so?” After listening to the teacher’s words, I realized that learning is not for the purpose. When individuals are in the limelight, classmates should help each other and make progress together.

My teacher cares about every child like a mother.

Once I was sick, restless at home, and very anxious.

I fell behind in all classes, especially in English class. I couldn’t read the words and couldn’t understand the sentence patterns.

I am complaining to my parents at home.

At this moment, I heard a "dong dong dong" knock on the door, "It's raining heavily outside, who would come to my house so late?" Mom said as she opened the door.

At this time, I saw rain dripping from the teacher’s hair, her trouser legs and shoes were covered with mud, and she had a book under her armpit. She was closing her umbrella and looking at me with concern: "Are you feeling better? My classmates miss you so much. Don't worry. The teacher will come to give you extra lessons in the evening, okay?" After listening to the teacher's words, my eyes became wet, and I quickly poured the teacher a cup of tea. Please The teacher sat down.

The teacher patiently and carefully taught me the content of the new lesson. The teacher did not leave until I fully mastered it.

The rain in the middle of the night was getting heavier and heavier, and the dim street lights gave off an orange light.

Looking at the teacher’s leaving figure, my heart was filled with gratitude.

There is no limit to the end of the world, only the teacher’s kindness will last forever.

Yes, when we were growing up, if we didn’t have a teacher who taught us like our mother, we wouldn’t be successful; if we didn’t have a teacher who gave without regrets like our mother, we wouldn’t be successful. aldult.

Therefore, I want to say sincerely: Teacher, you are our mother, you have worked hard! The title is Teacher. Candlelight. Mother's composition

There are many songs to praise mothers, but I only like the song "Mom in Candlelight". It is so real and touching. Every time I hear this song, my mother The voice and smile appeared in front of me.

It was the eve of Mother's Day last year. I casually opened the calendar hanging on the wall, ah! May 13th, tomorrow is Mother’s Day! Not only did I get into deep thought: Every year on Mother’s Day, my mother is always busy, and she seems to have forgotten her own holiday, but as a daughter, I never seem to care... Thinking of this, I can’t help but shed tears I shed tears, and my heart was filled with countless guilt for my mother, so I secretly had an idea... I ran into the room, took out a craft book, and planned to make a beautiful greeting card for my mother.

So I cut out a heart-shaped card from pink cardboard, drew on it, and then wrote a row of words on it: Happy Mother's Day! On Mother's Day night, after dinner, I took out a few candles from the drawer and carefully lit them with a lighter.

I invited my mother to the chair and took out the greeting card I carefully prepared and gave it to my mother.

My mother looked at everything in front of her and was so surprised that she couldn’t speak. She shed tears with excitement. She sobbed and said, "Good daughter, thank you, thank you!" I feel sorry for my mother. Wiping away my tears, I saw my mother's wrinkled forehead in the candlelight, and her white hair quietly climbed up to the tips of her hair.

I said softly: "Mom, thank you for your hard work. My daughter thanks you for your kindness in raising me.

"My mother smiled, so sweet and beautiful, with a bright smile on her face. It seems like a flower has bloomed.

Suddenly, I seemed to see that my mother’s wrinkles had faded away and her gray hair was gone. My mother in the candlelight was so young and beautiful...,,,,,,,, ah, mom, I will let you shine in the candlelight Spend every happy Mother's Day and let you become young and beautiful in the candlelight! A 700-word composition by mother...classmate...teacher

The flowing water makes the creek rocks shine; the breeze blows gently and the catkins have flown; time flies, the heart has matured; the words of earnest instruction are still in the ears... Not all teachers can Caring for students like parents, but you did it; not all teachers can be students' close friends, but you did it; not all teachers can grow, laugh, and play with students, but you But we did it... You are like cups of sweet drinks, leaving people with endless aftertaste... Teacher Fang is our English teacher.

She is like a cup of fragrant tea, refreshing.

The charm of taking a sip of tea.

On the surface, this tea only contains tea leaves, but in fact it contains many things; the English teacher only teaches English on the surface, but in fact she gives us a lot, a lot... There is a person in the class A particularly naughty classmate always made the teacher angry. Teacher Fang did not send him to the political education department, but taught him over and over again.

Perhaps hoping that one day he can repent, or perhaps hoping that he can become a good classmate, Teacher Fang is working hard, working hard... Teacher Wang is our mathematics teacher and has just joined us this semester. class.

She is like a cup of fragrant Nescafe coffee.

Although it will be very bitter when you drink it at first, as long as you put your enthusiasm, patience and perseverance into the coffee, it will be very fragrant.

On a sleepy night, drink a cup of coffee, and your sleepiness will suddenly disappear and you will feel refreshed; when you are lost, listen to a teacher's kind words, and you will suddenly become enlightened.

Probably because she had too deep feelings for the original teacher, the classmates gradually showed resistance to her.

She said nothing, but swallowed the tears into her stomach.

As the resistance increases, more and more students do not listen carefully in class.

Teacher Wang carefully reasoned with them, educated them, and guided them so that they could become good students who abide by classroom disciplines during class. Courses that they did not listen to had to be taught again.

When the students encountered problems that they did not know, she would patiently explain them to them.

The classmates were moved by her persistence and became more and more serious... Immediately, her lips and teeth were fragrant; as long as you get along with her for a while, you will find her charm. Today is the weekend, and the teacher yesterday He left us a weekly diary. This weekly diary was an article about a person. I didn’t think about it for a long time. Just then, something flashed in my mind, ah! I suddenly thought of my classmate --- Xiao Ming. Xiao Ming had black hair, a pair of sparkling eyes and a eloquent mouth. I remember one time: Sunday, on a sunny morning, suddenly, dark clouds came over, The whole sky suddenly turned dark, and suddenly it began to rain heavily. We were also out of school. The raindrops sprinkled to the earth like broken beads. The rain became heavier and heavier, forming small streams. The wind blew loudly. The branches on the roadside were blowing here and there, and the leaves fell one by one. The students all held umbrellas and walked back home in a panic. The school entrance was already crowded, with bicycles and motorcycles scattered everywhere. Parents picked up their children and took them home. This umbrella was connected to that umbrella. Xiao Ming was short, so he had to stand at the back and wait for others to come forward. At this time, a little classmate behind him was squeezed by someone and fell down, falling into the dirt. The little classmate cried loudly, and the umbrella was blown far away by the wind. Xiao Ming hurriedly stepped forward and tried to help the little classmate up, but unfortunately, Xiao Ming used too much force, his foot slipped, and he fell down. Xiao Ming quickly got up, and then Go to pull the little classmate. This time, Xiao Ming stood firm first, grabbed the two arms of the little classmate and pulled him up hard. The little classmate slowly stood up. At this time, Xiao Hong from our class ran over and supported Xiao Ming. Holding the umbrella, Xiaoqiang also went to the distance to pick up the little classmate’s umbrella. He took out a clean handkerchief, wiped the muddy water off the little classmate’s body, and sent the little classmate back to the classroom. It turned out that he was a child in preschool. We were also happy The teacher happily walked into his classroom. Seeing the mud on Xiao Ming's body, the teacher asked Xiao Ming with great concern: "Xiao Ming, did you fall?" Xiao Hong said: "He fell down because he was helping the children in the preschool class." .''The teacher asked again: "Does it hurt?" Xiao Ming smiled and said: "It doesn't hurt." The teacher praised him in the whole class, and Xiao Ming smiled happily. The rain stopped, and Father Sun showed a smile, as if Said: "This child is really sensible.

"Who is waiting for me at the school gate on a rainy day? Who is the unknown busy person in front of the stove? When you are sick, who is the angelic guardian at your bedside? It's my mother.

Yes, I love my mother, and my mother loves me.

My mother is a strong-tempered person, a sharp-tongued talker, and often speaks what she means.

I remember that when I was in the fourth grade of elementary school, I was in physical education class. The teacher always asked us to do sit-ups. I was so tired every day that I couldn’t straighten my waist.

After physical education class, my stomach is always a little empty.

Other students would carry some melon seeds, candies, and other snacks in their pockets. Anyway, they always looked at me with envy.

Later, in order not to embarrass myself in front of my classmates, I started asking my mother for money.

Sometimes I was given a small amount of fifty cents, and my life was very smooth, and I no longer lost face in front of my classmates.

After the physical education class that day, I saw my deskmate holding a pack of potato shreds that cost five yuan a pack. I went up and grabbed a handful and tasted it. I was hooked on it all of a sudden. It was so good. Eat.

The next day, I asked my mother for money again. The five yuan was not much, but it seemed to me as a child that it was already a lot.

I said it carefully, but as I expected, my cruel mother refused.

I ran out crying. It was not about the money, but because my mother scolded me in front of many people, which made me lose face.

I ran to a corner and curled up.

God didn’t seem to agree with me either. The sky suddenly turned gray and it started to rain soon.

I had no place to hide, and I was drenched.

As a last resort, I ran home in a hurry.

I knocked open the door, and I suddenly bumped into my mother.

My mother held an umbrella in her right hand and a windbreaker in her left hand, with an anxious and haggard look on her face, and five yuan in her right hand.

I understood, rushed over, and nestled in my mother's arms.

Not only that, my mother is also very patriotic.

I remember one late winter night, my mother took me home on an electric car.

Halfway through, the cold wind blew, and I shrank my neck in the cold.

My mother asked me if I was cold, and I said with difficulty that I was fine.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a banging sound and looked at the ground. A shining dime coin was lying alone on the ground, getting further and further away.

My mother asked me what it was, and I casually said it was a dime and ignored it.

My mother suddenly stopped... Comparing the teacher to my mother's composition

The door to success is opened by the key of diligence, and the strings of life are struck by unremitting pursuit.

"I feel deeply about this.

Here's what happened.

That day, my aunt was going to purchase goods, so she told me: "Jiaxin, I'm going to buy some goods. Can you help me look at the store? "OK!" "I said confidently.

After hearing this, my aunt walked out of the store.

I turned around and ran into the boutique, saying as I ran: "Haha! I'm the boss! I thought for a while and said to myself: "Since you are a boss, you must act like a boss, just like this."

"I walked behind the counter, sat down on a chair, crossed my legs, grabbed the newspaper next to me and read it.

At this time, a high school student The girl came in.

I quickly stood up, walked up to her and said, "Welcome, what do you want to buy?" ""hat.

"The high school girl said simply.

"Hat! Yes... yes! plz follow me.

"After that, I led the guest to the shelf where the hats were placed.

I said with a smile: "Look! There are all kinds of hats here! Which one do you like? "That top."

"The guest pointed to the highest hat.

Oh my God! Why is that hat so high? Tell me how to get it.

I turned around and saw a ladder next to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting. I'll get it for you right away."

"I walked towards the ladder with a smile, and pushed the ladder to stand up with all my strength.

I climbed up the ladder and said, "It will be ready soon.

"I climbed to the top of the ladder, stood on tiptoes, and stretched out my hand to get the hat, but my hand was still a little short of the hat and couldn't reach it.

I" "Teng, Teng, Teng" walked down the ladder and said to the guest: "Please wait a moment."

"After that, I ran behind the counter and picked up the fork for drying clothes, and then climbed to the top of the ladder "soaring, soaring, soaring". I raised the fork, put it into my hat, and gently With a slight push, the hat fell on the table.

I walked down the ladder and said to the guest: "You can give it a try.

” “Okay.

"After that, the guest walked to the mirror, put on his hat, looked at it and said, "Well...it's really good!" I want this one! "Please come here to check out."

"I led the customer to the counter.

I started to flip through the "Goods Prices" book, but I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. I started to panic.

"Are you ready? "The guest asked impatiently.

"Okay, okay! "It's true that God pays off, I finally found it.

"15 yuan.

"The customer gave me 15 yuan and left.

"Great! I succeeded! "With 15 yuan in my hand, I couldn't help but feel happy.

I successfully made a 15-yuan business the first time I became a boss.

This is me The result of hard work.

I couldn't help but recall a famous saying: "Those who are determined use the sweat of struggle to wash away the sand of frustration, leaving behind a shining gold particle, that is success."

”

Love is the new branches and buds in spring, adding a little green to the world; love is the cool breeze in summer, driving away the scorching sunshine; love is the burden of autumn Fruits fill the world with fruity fragrance; love is the bright sunshine in winter, illuminating the world with warmth.

On this day, the teacher assigned an assignment: say "I love you" to my parents.

Although it only takes a few seconds for these parents to say "I love you", they will feel embarrassed! The teacher had just finished assigning the homework, and the students were talking about it: "I'm so embarrassed!" "I dare not! How can I tell my parents?" The teacher smiled and said: "Students, your parents work hard every day to provide for you. I work hard day and night on my health and study, so it's natural to say "I love you", or just write it on paper.

I clenched my fists and complained secretly. It would be embarrassing. How should I say it? When I got home, I sat at my desk and wrote my homework absently, still thinking about saying "I love you" to my parents.

As I thought about it, I couldn't help but put down the pen and hands. Tuotou looked at the sky where the sun was setting, "What should I say? Will mom be moved? Under what circumstances should I say it? ..." These questions "popped" out of my head one by one.

There seemed to be something stuck in my heart that I couldn't spit out or swallow.

I picked up the pen and started writing the draft. I was scribbling on the notebook, looking at my mother’s busy figure outside the door, and secretly cheering me up, hey, come on! Mom has been working hard for *** for almost twelve years, and she can’t even say these three words. Exit? I went to the bathroom and practiced a few times in front of the mirror. I looked at myself in the mirror and raised my fist: "I want to say it!" "I walked up to my mother with full confidence, but when I saw my mother's face, my heart was like "fifteen buckets to fetch water - seven up and eight down."

I was about to say it, but then I said I heard the word "Mom" and swallowed it back.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, my mother asked, "What's wrong?" Are you feeling uncomfortable or which question you can’t write? "Mom, I..." I still couldn't say it, what should I do? Forget it, just make up a reason, "We are bringing plasticine to art class tomorrow, and I want to get ten yuan in change."

"My mother took ten yuan from the drawer and gave it to me: "It turns out to be this, No, don't drop it.

"As a result, when my mother handed over the money, I found that my face was hot and must have turned red. I secretly cursed myself for being a coward.

I sat down at the desk again. Suddenly a little angel with white clothes and wings appeared in my heart. She encouraged me with a smile: "It's okay, you can still talk about it next time!" Don't be discouraged! And can’t it also be written on a note? "I remembered that the teacher said that you can also write it on paper. Yes, I dare not say it, so just write it.

I found a piece of paper and wrote five words on it squarely." "Mom, I love you", and then put it in the exercise book, and my mother would always come to check my homework.

After dinner, my mother would come to check my homework as usual, and when she opened the exercise book I was stunned for a moment, then smiled, and when I touched the words on the note with my hand, I could see clearly from the side.

Mom, you have worked hard for me day and night, and you have a few wrinkles on your face. Are you a little tired? Mom, your love is selfless, I love you!

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