My Mother
My mother： this year thirty-four years old, don't look old. A pair of watery eyes oval face, not tall, not fat not thin.
Mother love me very much and pay more attention to my study： every day, my mother to help me check the homework, help me learn, encounter difficulties, she will be with me together, discuss together. Each rest day, the mother let me go to cram school, regardless of the weather. In order for me to learn the language, as a mother, when I rest, will come up with a composition book, let me read ah, ah, ah want to. She spoke so earnest, so detailed, all this is in order to better help me with my lessons. Sometimes I read the title will not do, mom always carefully explain to me.
Even in the game, my mother is my good partner. We often go to play badminton, chess, riding a bike. When it comes to playing badminton, is very important to me：
I remember during the primary school in the summer, the mother suddenly told addicted to online games I can't play computer games, I suddenly remembered I get in the game before I fun, not willing to. Mother knew I as long as the long time does not do a thing has been not to do the thing, so my mother bought every day to accompany me day and night to badminton, gym...... Two months down, not only I didn't play computer games, but also have a healthy body (after school to eat too much fat again...).
Motherly love is great, like the gentle spring breeze blowing over my heart; like a lamp to illuminate my way forward; like the sweet dew wet my heart. I love my mother.
初一：刘香杉
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