There is a love called “Motherlove”                             

If you are asked to write down the people who you love the most. I think you will list the word  “Mother” without any hesitation. Yes. We can’t deny that how important our mothers are for our lives. For me .my mother means the whole world to me. But my mother always say that she is all about me. Every time. I’ll see the big smile on her face when I do good jobs in school or the neibours praise me. I don’t know why. I am always feeling the influence from my mother. Though she is not full of knowledge .She have ever attended high school exactly. But that’s not a right period for the chinese students studying in school.When I was only a little child.She asked me to study all the time.but what made her so sad is that I was very naughty at that time. I always did the opposite thing against her. I played electronic game and strolled around street. I would not go home until night came. Then my mother was looking for me everywhere. Sometimes I beated the other boys and precipitated a disaster .My mother had to deal with the mess. Now come back to think of it. I feel so sorry about that..My mother is a classical chinese worker.I can use a lot of adjectives to describe her.such as industrious.enthusiastic.optimistic.modest.friendly etc.She is excel in cooking. We all enjoy her fantastic dishes very much.Even as so far I am studying out of home. I find that I miss her and her delicious dishes more than I can imagine.Now I just want to share a little story with you.When I was in high school. My mother accompanied with me and lived in a small village near to the school.The accomodation condition there was so awful that My mother had to sleep in the only bed with me.I still remembered vividly.crystalized It was a very cold night in winter.After night schooling.I returned to the dwelling.Then I went to bed. my mother had prepared an electric blanket for me. I felt so warm and comfortable especially in such an frozen winter. All of a sudden. I felt my heart was blocked up at the time. Because I touched the other half bed where my mother lay.It was totally cold with little heat.Frankly speaking. I was going to cry out. But I couldn’t. I stayed up at that night.It was such a long night for me.I reviewed a lot about my mother.Today. My mother is getting older and older gradually. But she enjoys her life everyday. She always tell me that raising me up is her biggest pride and she is satisfied with the current life even it is not that wealthy.

When God created mother. He sowed the world with love. Now my mother is not young anymore. It is time for her to enjoy her own life.I hope she never worry about me.because I have been an adult and I should be responsible for what I do.But I profoundly understand that this promise will a lie forever.My mother will care about me for her lifetime. What I can do is “I am doing fine”!

I love you my dear mum!