Mother's love is the sun; mother's love is rain; mother's love is warm; mother's love is moisture. I can remember the title page, the maternal love is a four-flavor lollipops, enough for me to enjoy life.
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Lonely acid
Over the past is a beacon to illuminate your way later. Fortunately, my past is acid, even scary. I do not know how small, my father left the earth forever with regret that his greatest regret of my mother. The mainstay of the home to the original, there is still uncles can help us a helping hand, but the indifference of this world have not yet begun to learn in my time let me feel the slightest chill. During that time, I felt my mother and I was completely abandoned in this world. In that corner of a cold, I feel my mother was a lonely whole. Now want to come, "had each other" I'm thorough Ganwudao but its connotations. As a result, the summer heat, the biting wind, the field where there is a solitary labors of the figure, and a wait of hope. Until now, the total of my dreams there such a scene. Wake up, pillow always wet a large area. I do not want memories of my past, because it is the maternal love while warm, but the total trace of the acid Such is Life.
Charming sweet
In sucking the milk with acid I gradually grew up, my mother seems to smile more and more, and again and again and exuberance, has been blowing and laughter, so my mother in my memory has become more and more beautiful. I remember once, my mother and I climb the East Shan mountains steep ladder now had this lonely as our Nianglia have no difficulty, and when I was held hostage by shedding sweat to climb the mountain top with a happy, beautiful mountain scenery of a sudden brings us fascinated, and all the hard work and sweat into a nothingness in the moment are. That moment I noticed my mother, he smiled easily as it is original, heartfelt laughter. Even the foot of the mountain scenery at the moment have lost style, because her mother's laughter at this point for me is more sweet than the scenery. At that moment, her mother's smile's sweet, it's sweet.
Helpless suffering
Had a rough life, but not after that is smooth in. Of course, we the family is no exception. That year, everything seems to go against us, and the family's only source of income - pig. Do not know how's going on, others are glowing pig, and alone I was the only home the image of thin wood, like, naturally, not sell what is a good price. Is my mother carefully enough to take care of? The mother also has a strong low pen next to the whispered sob. Yes ah, year-round hopes Is that it? Time will not stop, life had to continue. That New Year's Eve, I still remember our table is still abundant, as in previous years, I as usual got a new dress. My mother's world is still filled with the warm taste of home, although some incomplete. But I have enough satisfied. Just the afternoon, when her mother suddenly Shangfen Dad sobs up. A moment, her face again to restore calm. I do not know whether it might affect my mood? Was later learned that year, the mother is carrying a debt over a year. Now often recalled this scene, with a total feeling of that year's New Year a little bitter.
Tender spicy
I also like the other children, naughty, naughty. But it seems also particularly sensible results always seemed to be among the best, so always make my mother a heart provinces. On one occasion, I was annoyed with her. That's my nine years old that year, I did not comment on the three good students, work has also written a mess. This is what has always been gentle on the annoyed mother. I saw her face gradually hair blue, then huff pieces of my book, and then crushing two beer bottles, and kneeling for an hour. When she came back to buy the book let me redo, he saw the glass scratched my knee was bleeding, first startled a moment, and then shaking hands with her some of my pull-up. At that time I felt a few drops of hot liquid droplets in my hands, good heat, Hao Tang, good spicy.
Now, I can not help things a child has been slowly matured, and I thank my mother, thank her for years so I feel reborn in despair, lonely in the strong; she let me have learned the most valuable thing this world. Let me feel the flavor of life more colorful life; let me with a grateful heart to live. All this, I have enough to taste and enjoy life.
A thousand words can not express her gratitude, want to tell my mother to say: "Mom! Next life I still be your daughter!"
母亲的爱是阳光，母亲的爱，是雨水，母亲的爱是温暖，母亲的爱是水分。我记得标题页，母爱是一种四味棒棒糖，足以让我享受生活。
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孤独酸
在过去是一个灯塔，照亮你铺路。幸运的是，我过去是酸，更可怕。我不知道有多小，我的父亲离开地球遗憾永远，其最大的遗憾是我的母亲。在家庭的支柱，以原始的，还有叔叔们能帮助我们伸出援助之手，但这个世界冷漠还没有开始学习，我的时间，让我感到丝毫的寒冷。在此期间，我觉得我母亲和我完全放弃了在这个世界上。在那个寒冷，我觉得我的母亲是一个孤独的整个角落。现在想来，“已经互相”我彻底感悟到，但其内涵。因此，炎热的夏季，刺骨的寒风，实地那里是一个孤立的数字劳动力，和希望的等待。到现在为止，我的梦想，总有这样一个场景。醒来，枕头总是湿的一大片地区。我不希望我的过去的记忆，因为它是母爱，而温暖，但总的痕迹酸生活就是这样。
迷人的甜
在吸用酸奶我逐渐长大，我母亲的微笑，似乎越来越多，并一次又一次地开怀，一直吹和笑声，所以在我的记忆我的妈妈变得更美丽。我记得有一次，我母亲和我爬上东方山山陡峭的阶梯现在有了这个孤独的作为我们Nianglia没有困难，脱落和汗水，当我一直被当作攀登的快乐，突然高山美景山顶使我们着迷，所有的辛勤工作和为一个虚无的时刻是汗水。那一刻我发现我的母亲，他笑着容易，因为它是原始的，由衷的笑声。即使是在目前的山景脚下失去了风格，因为她的母亲在这一点对我笑比甜的风景。在那一刻，她母亲的笑容甜美，这是甜的。
无奈的痛苦
经历了艰苦的生活，但当然不是之后顺利英寸，我们的家庭也不例外。这一年，一切似乎并没有我们，和家庭的唯一的收入来源 - 猪。不知道怎么回事，有的发光猪，独力承担，我是唯一的家，在薄木材，如自然，图像不卖什么是一个好价钱。是我妈妈细心的照顾？母亲也有一个强大的低笔旁边低声啜泣。是啊，全年的希望是不是这样？时间不会停止，生活必须继续。这除夕，我还记得我们的表仍然充裕与往年一样，我像往常一样得到了新衣服。我母亲的世界仍然充满了家的温馨的味道，虽然有些不完整的。不过，我有足够的满意。只要下午，当她的爸爸妈妈突然Shangfen呜咽了。过了一会，她的脸上又恢复平静。我不知道是否会影响我的心情？后来才知道那年，母亲带过一年的债务。现在经常回忆起这一幕，总的感觉是今年的新年微苦。
投标辣
我也像其他孩子，顽皮，淘气。但似乎也特别明智的结果似乎总是名列前茅，所以总是让我母亲心脏病省份。有一次，我跟她很恼火。这是我9岁那年，我没有就这三个好学生，工作也写了混乱。这是一直在生气的母亲温柔。我看见她的脸慢慢发蓝，然后怒气冲冲的我的书件，然后粉碎两个啤酒瓶，并跪了一个小时。当她回来买这本书让我重做，他看到了玻璃划伤了我的膝盖流了血，第一次震惊了一会儿，然后与她握手，我拉一些。当时我觉得热液滴在我手中几滴，良好的耐热，郝唐，好辣。
现在，我不能帮助孩子已经在慢慢成熟的东西，我感谢我的妈妈，感谢她多年来，所以我觉得在绝望中重生，在强烈的寂寞，她让我学到的最宝贵的东西这个世界。让我感受到生活的味道更加丰富多彩的生活，让我们带着感激之心我住。所有这一切，我有足够的品味和享受生活。
千言万语不能表达她的感激之情，想告诉我的母亲说：“妈妈！来生，我仍是你的女儿！”