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A Tribute to My Beloved Mother |
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In her kind hands, the needle weaves, On her wandering child, the clothes
she leaves. As departure looms, she sews with care, Fearful her child may
not return, but where? Who says the grass is lowly and meek? It still
receives the sun's warm streak. This poem always reminds me of my dearest
mother.
I still remember how my mother nurtured us when we were young, feeding us,
buying us toys, and telling us stories about her past. She provided us with
a happy and warm home. Back then, we knew nothing, and I was so ignorant as
I watched the wrinkles on her face multiply, and the calluses on her hands
thicken, and every day, her figure would pass by us.
As I grew up, I asked myself, how did I come into this world, and how did I
become who I am today? We should never forget the parents who gave birth and
raised us so easily!
I remember the meaningful smile my mother gave me when I was born, the kind
expression on her face at my first birthday, the happy look she had watching
me play, and the proud smile when I showed her my first achievement in
school. I remember the taste of the apples she peeled for me, and her smile
when she saw my good grades.
My mother raised us, made us breakfast, peeled our apples, helped us with
our homework, and told us stories. Every memory of her giving is so
beautiful. Every mother deserves a "selfless dedication" medal. From the
wrinkles on my mother's face, I can see the hardships of life.
Behind every person, there is a mother silently supporting them. Some
mothers are waiting for their children to come home, while others are
already living in their children's hearts. Regardless, all mothers are the
same, and they are people who deserve our sincere thanks. Thank you, mother,
for everything you have given me. I feel that everything you give me is the
most beautiful!
Thank you, Mother. I love you! |
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