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There is a kind of love in the world, which is broken bones and tendons. This kind of love is gentle and great. It is maternal love, selflessness, beauty, seriousness and kindness. My mother, she used all her maternal love on me, and it was the words full of maternal love that made me grow up happily.

The world says that my mother is good, and this is how I feel about my mother.

When I was a child, I was naughty, willful and unstable. I belong to the kind that can't sit on the bench, and my academic performance will naturally not be good. It was my mother who tirelessly told me over and over again to enlighten me as a stubborn child.

Finally, after a year of hard work, I finally got the "Double Hundred". I ran home with paper in my hand to surprise my mother. When I got home, I hid the paper, suppressed my inner joy, and said to my mother with a straight face and a gloomy face, "Mom, guess what I brought you?"

The mother who was mopping the floor didn't take it to heart and replied angrily, "well, what else can there be?" Isn't she criticized by the teacher at school? " What good things can there be? "I think my mother is reading an old almanac, and she has been cheated.

"No, look at my hand-"I took out the paper and put it in front of my mother. "Yo, 100 points!" Cried the mother in surprise. She quickly put down the mop in her hand, picked up my paper and studied it carefully, revealing a joy in her brow. Look at her at the moment, her round globe-like head is covered with a thick layer of black hair, and her apple face is flushed with joy. The big eyes like grapes under the willow eyebrows are brighter and shine with happiness. Even a small nose and a modest mouth are different from peacetime. In short, they are full of spring breeze and seem to be ten years younger. On the contrary, my mother looked serious and said earnestly, "Don't be proud, study hard in the future!" " "It sounds like a wake-up call in my ears. But I can see from her brow that my mother is very happy at the moment, and her voice is as gentle and pleasant as the spring breeze.

From then on, in order to live up to my mother's expectations, I studied harder.

When I was growing up, many things were like this: my mother's caring words, like the sunshine in spring, nurtured me and kept me sunny forever. Mom, those voices full of deep affection for me will always be loud in my ears.