Whether in school or in society, everyone has come into contact with composition more or less. Composition is a verbal activity in which people express their feelings in written form. So how is a general composition written? The following is a painting text that I collected for everyone. You are welcome to read it. I hope you will like it. A painting essay 1

get out of class is over, and the playground has become a sea of ??joy again. Different from the past, many students gathered in front of the bulletin board, and everyone stretched their necks to look at something. The smaller classmate kept jumping up and down to look. Out of curiosity, I ran there quickly.

I squeezed left and right, and finally squeezed in, "Class 6 (2)... Ye Xing... Huh! What's the name of my deskmate?" It turns out that my deskmate won the first prize in painting. , the whole school announced the praise! This was originally a gratifying thing, but I also participated in this painting competition. Why didn't I win? My original joyful energy suddenly disappeared, and I quietly left the crowd, silently walked into the classroom, and lay down on the table, feeling full of loss and sadness.

"Ye Xing, you are so awesome! Not only are you good at writing, but you are also so good at drawing!" "Yes, you can teach me tomorrow too!" A group of classmates surrounded Ye Xing in the corridor. Xing, while admiring the award-winning painting she just received from the teacher, was discussing. "It's nothing, I'm just lucky. Su Yi's painting skills are much better than mine! It's just that she didn't perform well this time!" Ye Xing said modestly. "Tch, judging from her usual aloof demeanor, she must be hiding somewhere crying now!" a female classmate said jokingly. Ye Xing defended: "Don't talk nonsense, there is next physical education class! You go ahead, I will put down my things." My head buried deeper, and tears flowed out unsatisfactorily.

Ye Xing may not have expected that I was in the classroom, and said: "Su Yi, you are in the classroom, why don't you go to physical education class?" I wanted to look up, but that sentence rang in my ears again. I must be hiding somewhere and crying." I quietly wiped away my tears, pretended to be sleepy, and raised my head: "Huh? What? I just squinted for a while." "Is that so, aren't you going to the next physical education class?" "Oh, I have a stomachache. "Please help me take a leave." "Okay, then take a rest," Ye Xing said as he put the painting in the drawer and turned around.

I couldn’t help but look at her drawer. Her award-winning painting "Red-crowned Crane" was lying quietly in the drawer. It was really lifelike: each of the feathers was finely painted with gouache. The edges are drawn over, and the roots are white and refreshing; the inner feathers are large areas of black, the black is refined and the black is noble; what is even more amazing is the vermilion on the top of the head. Although there is only one piece, you can taste the red-crowned crane's beauty from it. Prince-like temperament. An idea suddenly came to my mind: steal this painting. He will break up with me, we are very good friends! But this painting is so beautiful... After a long ideological struggle, I reached out to the painting.

In the next few days, for some reason, Ye Xing didn’t find the painting or tell the teacher, as if nothing had happened. And because of this painting, I have been always frightened and uneasy in the past few days, afraid that the matter will be exposed and everyone will laugh at me. One day, I finally couldn't help it and told her the truth. I thought she would definitely scold me. Who knows, Ye Xing was not surprised or angry after hearing this, but calmly took out another painting from his schoolbag.

The painting shows a flamingo. Its pink feathers are the same as those of a red-crowned crane. The only difference lies in the color. Ye Xing said: "Su Yi, do you know? The flamingo yearns for the holy white color of the red-crowned crane, but the red-crowned crane envies the lovely pink color of the flamingo. It's so similar to the two of us, yearning for each other. In fact, I know that the painting is What you took away, I am smart..." A painting essay 2

Like the beautiful water of the Li River and the steep peaks of Mount Tai, without losing its own unique charm, this sentence is used to describe us The Longqing Gorge in Yanqing County, Beijing I visited a few days ago was perfect!

Although it is not as famous as the Great Wall and the Forbidden City, it is one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen. The mountains and rivers are closely related, but each has its own flavor. The jagged rocks make people feel like they have entered a fairyland.

Before entering Longqing Gorge, the Flower Arch caught my eye first. That arch was definitely much larger than any arch in any park in Zhengzhou. The first thing I saw was not the arch, but the The smell of various floral fragrances gathered together! Then, there was a quiet path, and I heard the chirping of birds, as if they were telling me about the beautiful scenery here. I listened to the symphony composed by the leaves for me, looked at the flowers smiling at me, and strolled forward. A majestic dragon broke the tranquility and brought a kind of majesty to my face.

At this time, the stone next to me spoke: "Touch the dragon's head, everything will be fine, touch the dragon's beard, and be happy, touch the dragon's teeth, they will grow tomorrow!" After I recovered, I realized that it was an exquisite piece of stone. Stone Audio! I walked towards the Changlong's mouth with a smile, only to find that there was another mystery inside - the Changlong Elevator! Strangely, the long queue that was still at the bottom of the mountain just now turned into an extremely clever escalator, and we went directly to the berth. Walking on the bridge, there were many fish playing naughtily in the water. I wanted to be as carefree as them. ah! While I was still intoxicated, my mother's call broke my dream: "Get on the boat!" I walked slowly onto the boat, inevitably a little absent-minded, but the next scene had to surprise me: the mountains were steep, but Surrounded by extremely charming lake water, the lake water is clear, but it reflects the green mountain peaks. It really looks like a beautiful Chinese painting! There is fine brushwork, and there is also that kind of free rendering, which flows gently, into my eyes and into my heart. This once again aroused my boundless fantasy. Could this really be a paradise? There are beautiful lakes, tall mountain peaks, verdant green trees, beautiful flowers, soft yet strong, this is a world that cannot be described in words. At this time, the high-altitude tightrope performance came into view. People were hanging upside down and waving to us. The depth of the lake was nearly 100 meters! We all applauded and expressed our admiration! The boat was still floating in the rippling blue water of the lake. When it turned a corner, it seemed like it was in another world. The peaks seemed to disappear all of a sudden, and the two sides of the lake turned into beautiful islands. The trees were still green and the flowers were in bloom. There is another kind of fairyland beauty. Our destination is just ahead, and the most beautiful part of this painting is almost over. But this kind of beautiful enjoyment will stay in my heart forever!

Who can say that this doesn’t look like a painting? Who can say that this journey is not about admiring the beautiful pictures? Who can say that this is not a beautiful enjoyment? In fact, this kind of enjoyment is everywhere, it just depends on how you enjoy it! A painting essay 3

I hate that time is so fleeting and that the years are ruthless, swallowing up the little happiness we have left one bite at a time. ——Inscription

Sitting on the newly opened bus, I rushed back home. As soon as I opened the old door, I felt indescribable joy.

The yard was surprisingly quiet. I could only hear the puppy barking breathlessly at the door. It wasn’t until I entered the house that it calmed down. I patted its little head: " You're tired!" It wagged its tail and ran out. In fact, it shouldn't bark because grandpa can't hear it.

I gently stepped into the door and saw my grandpa leaning on the quilt, sleeping soundly. I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I sat down beside him.

The sun peeked in from the window and looked at grandpa tenderly. I looked at my grandpa quietly, as if contemplating the famous oil painting "Father". Grandpa's weathered face looked extremely peaceful at this time. Suddenly I discovered that one of his eyebrows was very long and white. I couldn't help but feel happy. It must be what people call longevity eyebrows.

Suddenly, his even snoring stopped. The corners of his mouth twitched, and his hands clenched into fists. I woke him up in a hurry: "Grandpa, grandpa!" He opened his eyes and looked at me in astonishment.

"Are you dreaming? I asked. "Well! Why are you back? Are you on vacation?" "No, take a long break. I'll come back and have a look. I'll be leaving soon!"

< p> A look of disappointment appeared on my grandfather's face, but it disappeared in an instant. "Your father and mother are out. What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you." "No, I'm not hungry." "Then do you want to eat pineapple? Your aunt came to buy it last week. Your mother wanted to eat it, but I didn't let her eat it. She hid it and waited for you to come back to eat it!" A warm feeling rushed into my heart. "Grandpa, you are still thinking of me. "Ignoring my obstruction, grandpa just "slaughtered" the pineapple (these were his original words).

I accidentally caught a glimpse of a calendar lying next to my grandpa's bed. It looked very shabby and old. . Looking back at the wall, I suddenly realized that the calendar was gone, because my mother mentioned to me that my grandpa always looked at the calendar every day and kept thinking about why I didn’t come back. My eyes instantly felt wet. < /p>

After I finished eating the pineapple, I wanted to clean it up, but my grandpa refused to let me go. He insisted on cleaning it up himself. He was holding the plate and pretending to be relaxed, but he stumbled and almost fell down. I hurriedly stepped forward. I was holding him with tears streaming down my face.

My grandfather is really old. Every time I see him covering his whole body with plaster, I feel so sad. I even start to hate him. I hate myself for growing up so quickly? I also hate the ruthlessness of the years and the rush of time. Can't you answer my plea and look back?

Grandpa, he is like the sunset, beautiful; But the time he has left is as short as the sunset. He will leave me and I can't keep him. Thinking of this, my heart feels extremely painful. I know that day will come sooner or later, and I also know that no matter what. Anyway, grandpa is a landscape painting that never fades in my heart. A painting 4

A painting is a heart, which makes my life colorful. < /p>

This painting is my favorite painting.

The background of the painting is pink and green on the branches of banana trees. There is a clever and cute little swallow holding a drop of crystal clear water in its mouth. A little girl is kneeling on the banana leaves. She is holding the leaves in both hands and is getting ready. Catch the water droplets. The name of this painting is "Drip of Grace". It took me two weeks to paint it. After my mother installed it carefully, it has been hanging in my bedroom, accompanying me day and night. "The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring of water." I have always kept this sentence in my heart and am grateful for every day of life given by nature.

That day, Teacher Gao asked me to choose one of my exquisite paintings to participate in the "Childlike Heart Builds Love and Lifts Hope" event organized by the Yinchuan City Appearance and Civilization Promotion Association, and auctioned my painting to contribute to Guyuan. Leukemia Children's Fundraiser in Mt. I was very excited after hearing this. I have long been eager to dedicate love to children in mountainous areas. I discussed with my parents and decided to donate my "drop of grace". A painting is a heart.

The weekend is here, and my parents and I came to the event venue early in the morning. Many parents and children came to the scene, and they all wanted to donate their love to save children with leukemia. A dozen of us children all took their own paintings and lined up neatly to the stage. The eyes of the students were shining with expectation. Even if their works are worthless, they will dedicate their purest love to the children in the mountainous areas. When it was my turn, my heart was pounding and I was extremely nervous. It was really like having fifteen buckets to fetch water - up and down! The host uncle handed the microphone to me: "Kid, are you willing to donate this painting to help children with leukemia?" I answered “yes” without thinking! "Then how much do you want this painting to fetch?" "Of course the more the better"! My words caused a burst of laughter in the venue.

The bidding started, two hundred yuan, three hundred yuan... When an aunt in the audience shouted out a thousand yuan, the audience immediately fell silent. After the host looked around, he made the final decision, 1,000 yuan was sold. out. My heart couldn't calm down for a long time. That painting was not painted by a celebrity, but it attracted so many people to watch. One painting is my love, and the other painting is the love of that aunt. I seemed to see the eyes of children with leukemia longing for happiness, and I seemed to see their mother's tears of excitement. I seemed to hear their joyful songs and laughter after recovery. I pray silently, wishing them a healthy and happy life and a sunny childhood!

There is a kind of encouragement, asking parents to send paintings, I can't forget it. There was an episode where I asked my aunt to buy paintings, which I remember deeply. There is a deep feeling, which is called love in the painting, and I will treasure it forever.

The auction is over, and that painting is fixed in my memory! A painting, a heart. Love is like a picture, love is like a song, let us use a love to warm everyone. A painting essay 5

There is a kind of "lie" in life, which hides another meaning, it is a "white lie". White lies are the hope of life, the oasis in the desert, and the light in the darkness. White lies have magical power. They constantly inspire us to never give up for the dreams in our hearts.

One night, on a whim, I drew an ink painting of "Running Horse" with my own skills. I thought I was pretty good at it. So I couldn't wait to show the painting to my father (my father's painting skills are pretty good). Unexpectedly, when my father saw what I drew, he seemed motionless as if his acupoints had been tapped. After a while, he said: "Little guy, what is this thing you drew? Is it a sheep, an eagle, or a rabbit? I can only give you a five point score at most for this painting." When Dad finished speaking. I was so frustrated. So, I decided that no matter what, I would never show my paintings to others again.

One day, my cousin came to my house as a guest and found me sitting quietly on a chair watching paintings. I panicked and covered the painting with my hands. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes lit up. She took the painting from my hand, like a master appreciating his favorite work. My cousin looked at my painting, gave me a thumbs up, and kept making "tsk tsk" sounds of admiration. She then said: "Brother, did you draw this? It's great! It's like a print, lifelike!" I was doubtful and said, "Do you really like this painting I painted?" My sister nodded seriously. I nodded, and I was overjoyed and told her that when she comes later, I will show her my paintings.

So, every time my sister comes to my house, my most important task is to show her the paintings I have drawn. Her sister always said to me tirelessly: "Okay, this time I have made progress compared to last time. You have to keep working hard and strive for a better level."

With my sister's encouragement, my The level of painting has improved than before. Once, I drew another painting of "Running Horse". When I showed it to my father again, I saw that his eyes softened a lot and he said to me: "This time the painting is generally better than the last time." I have learned a lot. What motivated you to have the courage to draw again? I told him that it was with the encouragement of my sister that I had this "running horse". Without my sister's encouragement and praise again and again, there would be no success. My current "achievement"

Once, as always, I went to show my sister a painting. As soon as I walked to the door, I heard my sister saying to herself: Brother, to be honest, when I am When I saw your painting for the first time, I was as shocked as my uncle. The painting was really ugly and could not express the artistic conception of "running horse" at all.

But in order to let you regain your confidence in painting, I can only "lie" to you that the painting is good and has personality. So every time you let me see your paintings, I will encourage you, praise you, and hope that you will improve in painting... My eyes are moist when I hear this, ah! In order to help me, my sister weaved a beautiful "lie".

A white lie! It has become my inexhaustible spiritual source. Nothing is more precious than this. I believe that under a kind sky, my world will become a better place! A painting essay 6

Spring is coming, the flowers are blooming with smiles, and the little bees among the flowers are also getting busy.

Some of the little bees are eating ice cream among the flowers, some are collecting nectar, some are collecting nectar and sugar, and some are dressing up.

Let’s talk about plants! The little flower with a diamond heart is the most eye-catching, the yellow rose is the most popular, the magical magic flower will change what you want, and the melon seeds in the sunflower are so delicious! As soon as I saw the willow branches, I thought of a poem I had learned. I don’t know who cuts the thin leaves. The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Ah, how beautiful the flower room is!

Spring is like a painting, so beautiful!

Spring is here! The grass is green, the peach blossoms are red, the rapeseed flowers are yellow, and the willow trees have long braids hanging down.

In spring, my mother brought three little girls, Miss Feng, Miss Thunder and Miss Rain. The wind girl plays with the air every day, softening the willow branches and growing green grass, making spring so beautiful! Miss Lei plays the drum every day, waking up the sky, the fields, and the sleeping mountains and villages. The rain girl sprinkled water and played with it every day, washing the big trees green, the small straw sandals green, and the flowers red.

Spring is so beautiful! I love spring!

On the eve of New Year’s Eve, people not only watch the "Spring Festival Gala", but also set off fireworks and firecrackers, adding an extra layer of joy to the Spring Festival.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, my mother and I bought firecrackers in the store and planned to set them off during the Spring Festival. However, I prefer watching the fireworks.

There are quite a lot of fireworks. Some are like shooting stars, with a whooshing sound, flying through the dark blue clouds to the distant horizon; some bounce not far away and then scatter, as if they are playing with me, and they are like small waves. ; There are also huge Tiannu scattered flowers, blooming in the sky like flowers. All kinds of fireworks are brilliant, graceful and deafening, and are particularly dazzling against the dark blue sky and dark green grass. You must have seen the huge foot fireworks at the 2008 Olympic Games opening ceremony at the Bird's Nest in Beijing!

The fireworks were very beautiful, which left a deep impression on me and made me have all kinds of reveries about fireworks.

On the night of the first day of the first lunar month, two eldest fathers, two eldest mothers and two brothers came to my house for dinner. After dinner, my two brothers took me to buy fireworks. Later, one of the big daddies also came to set off fireworks with us.

We set off the top-shaped fireworks first. We lit the top-shaped fireworks, and they rushed into the sky quickly, releasing colorful sparks. Then, we set off long fireworks and small fireworks. The fireworks, these fireworks really dazzled me, I was so happy!

On New Year’s Day, my brother and I set off fireworks in my hometown.

We saw many fireworks on the ground, including fighter jets, lucky bags, and flowers blooming on the ground. There were all kinds of fireworks, which dazzled me and I didn’t know which one to choose.

In the end, I chose fighter jet fireworks. We first placed the fireworks on the ground, and then we lit the fuse and the fuse made a zigzag sound. I quickly ran to watch from a distance. I saw the fireworks soaring into the sky, resounding through the sky, deafening.

I will never forget this day! A painting essay 7

During the break, the noise inside and outside the classroom turned into a pond with frogs growing there. In the midst of the flying sound, only the desk next to me remained silent.

My deskmate will not make any noise, just like the lotus leaves in the pond, they cannot be shaken by the waves caused by the sound of frogs. Her paintbrush took the place of her mouth, and she kept stroking through the end of class.

Sometimes, when I am tired of noisy and can no longer stand the annoying noise around me, I run back to my seat and take refuge in the only quiet place in the class. At this time, I was bored, leaning on my arm, tilting my head slightly, and my pupils reflected the black lines intertwined on her pure white paper.

She straightened her back, lowered her head, closed her legs tightly, and sat upright. He pressed the drawing paper with his left hand without seeming to use much force. Hold the pen in your right hand, with your thumb and index finger pressing the pen barrel tightly against your middle finger. When I finish painting, there is always a small cylindrical depression on my middle finger. Hold the pen between three fingers and stroke it down and down. When the fingers move the pen downward, the upright pen cap will interestingly drift in the opposite direction, leaving an afterimage. When finished, the ink pouring from the pen tip formed a clean line on the paper.

After repeating the strokes more than a dozen times, she would always pause for a moment, raise her left hand that pressed the paper, hold her forehead, and smooth her bangs. Move your right hand away from the drawing paper and reach to the edge of the desk, still holding the pen. Place the pen horizontally, with the nib facing outward, and without the cap. He turned the pen dexterously, his fingers cooperated, and when the tip of the pen pointed into the table, he stopped. Clearly thinking.

However, the thin eyebrows are no longer twisted into the character "Sichuan". Instead, it is strange that one can see that the eyebrows are becoming more stretched. The bright eyes exude a lot of leisurely charm. On the paper, several dark black lines were connected, showing a simple face and a small body.

Suddenly, his right hand was raised, and the pen was lifted towards his thumb. The tip of the pen is facing the face on the paper. The pen dances gracefully. Wavy hair, big watery eyes, a small nose, cherry-sized lips, all the standard facial features you can think of appear on the face of the person in the painting. Chic shirts, playful jeans, and all the wonderful clothing you can think of appear on the figures in the painting.

After thinking about it several times, a handsome young man sat in the paper with his legs folded obediently. This time, she raised her right hand and put the pen on her ear, still not capping it. The left hand is still pressing the paper, and the pressure on the paper seems to be stronger, and the pupils seem to be shining proudly. The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, which seemed to increase the blush on his face. After about ten seconds, pick up the pen and color. The lines are very transparent, and a handsome young man seems to really appear in front of him, hugging his legs and smiling.

My eyes widened and I opened my mouth slightly, wanting to praise this lovely painting. His tongue seemed to be tied up for a moment. After a moment, her brain seemed to reflect, and her throat started to move naturally: "What a beautiful painting. What an interesting painter. What an interesting life."

She was startled. He looked towards me and then smiled. That smile is like a famous painting. A painting essay 8

There is a painting, it is very beautiful, there are many colors in the painting, they are all natural beauty.

You can probably guess what I described. That is spring. In spring, many new lives are born. They nourish the rain and dew and grow slowly. For example, the grass changes from dry to bright green in spring, the big trees grow green leaves in spring, and many flowers slowly bloom again in this season. If you look around, you will see green everywhere. Like a jungle, nature is full of vitality, and all the scenery is moving flexibly, like a big family singing and dancing together.

There are many creatures in nature that are worthy of our discovery and exploration. In the spring days, many lives begin to be born, and many dangerous creatures also begin to reproduce. We must also pay attention to safety here. It is the outbreak period of influenza. , try to dress warmly, wear a mask, and ensure your own safety at all times. The spring is very warm, and the wind is sunny every day. In the spring, the wheat is sown, and the farmers begin to work hard. All the scenery becomes very beautiful, with green willows and red flowers. Spring returns to the earth, and everything revives. The long willow branches hang down and ripple on the water. Looking at the calm lake, I gradually think deeply...

I see the world in spring. Colorful colors, these colors come from nature, nature is very big, and there are many family members, there is a small grass, small flowers. They all come from nature. Walking on the tree-lined paths, you will feel the breath of spring, and the fragrance of flowers will hit your nostrils. There are green trees, flowers and trees everywhere, a green like a tropical rain forest, and spring is green.

The spring-like warmth shines on the earth, making all scenery full of vitality! The breeze was blowing, and the willow branches combed their hair, looking in the mirror, and dressing themselves up. The big tree blew off its leaves, blooming her graceful dance in the air. I looked at the newly sprouted grass on the lawn. It was so green and shiny. When the sun shone, its whole body glowed with golden light, like a bright grass. Being in the grass with the little flowers makes me so happy.

There are many miraculous scenes in spring, and these imaginations will describe spring more perfectly. Spring is originally a picture of the earth resurrecting and thousands of flowers blooming, and these are real, long willow branches , dense flower bushes, tall trees, and various strange-shaped flowers in the flower beds, etc... These are all natural phenomena. Spring is a season of bright sunshine and clear skies. Many flowers are blooming, vying for beauty, making We saw a field of flowers. I like spring very much, because spring is a good time to appreciate all natural landscapes. I will use this time to discover where the beauty of spring lies. Therefore, I came to another part of the village near us. On one side, there are tall and thick locust trees and two ginkgo trees. In spring, the leaves of the ginkgo trees are like fans, which is very special and beautiful. This place is like a jungle, with many green plants, and the plants here are very special. They have different shapes and colors. Each plant has its own special features. There are also several colorful gardenias. The flowers are very fragrant and pure. , there is a special fragrance that makes people linger. I still can't forget that special floral fragrance.

Spring is a wonderful and natural painting full of vitality and wonder. A painting essay 9

In the hot summer, my mother is like a big tree, shielding me from the strong sunlight; in the cool autumn, my mother is like a breeze, blowing melons and fruits. in the cold winter, my mother is like a flame, warming my frostbitten little hands and feet; in the early awakening of spring, my mother is like a small grass, bringing the first touch of green in spring.

One day, on the morning of school, I lazily got out of bed. My mother handed me a green sweater and said, "My child, it's cold today. Please put this sweater on."

I reluctantly glanced at the green sweater and remembered that the last time a classmate wore a black sweater of the same style in class, he was scolded by his classmates as a black crow. I thought it would be weird if I didn’t get scolded as a frog by other classmates if I wore this green sweater to school!

I said to my mother angrily: Mom, I don’t want to wear it! I'm not wearing this frog skin! My mother rolled her eyes at me and said angrily: Son, if you don’t wear it, don’t let me sign your math paper today! Remembering that yesterday's math paper had not been signed yet, I reluctantly put on the frog skin and walked out of the room.

Mom saw me wearing a green sweater, so she went into the bedroom to sign the math paper for me and put it in my schoolbag, and then went into the kitchen to wash her dishes. I drank a bowl of milk, took off my green sweater, put it on the bed board, picked up my schoolbag and ran to school.

On the way, there were not many people on the street. Even the few pedestrians hurriedly walked towards the buildings. The small trees on the roadside did not know which kind-hearted person had planted them. Put on clothes. Now let alone frog skin, I am willing to peel off even tree bark and put it on.

The street light is broken, maybe the repairman will rush over soon, but my teardrops are broken, who can help me sew them up? I have had this image appear in my mind many times now: my mother is chasing me behind me, holding a green sweater in her hand, calling my baby name.

Suddenly, someone called me from behind me. I turned my head, ah, it turned out to be my mother! Mom appeared in front of me wearing thin clothes, a pair of big black slippers, and her hair loose. Tears filled my eyes, and I rushed into my mother's arms and cried. My mother touched my forehead with her hand and said with a smile: "My child is fine, please put on a sweater and don't get cold!" I glanced at my mother with my peripheral vision. Wrinkles had climbed onto my mother's forehead, and a few silver strands were scattered in her long hair. I started crying again.

Yes, my mother is worried about me. A few silver strands have been scattered in the long black hair; the fingers that were originally delicate have become rough; the forehead that was originally smooth has become wrinkled. Light cloth. These changes are all for me, but I often make my mother angry. I once said to my mother: Mom, have you worked hard?

That picture will always be in my heart and will never be erased! I want to say to my mother: I love you.

Thank you for your hard work!