"All mothers in the world are the same, and all mothers in the world are the same." I remember singing this song when I was a child, but I think my mother is different.

Mothers, like other mothers, are good mothers who love children; Mothers, like other mothers, always leave the only good things to their children; Unlike other women, family and career split mothers; There are two kinds of people, housewives and businessmen. Time flies, and my mother's youth is no longer available. All she has is a cocoon covering her hands, but my mother has no complaints. For the sake of her family, she spared no effort.

Last year, my mother came back from my dad specially to study recipes and do this and that for me every day. During that time, I found that she lost a lot of weight.

As the saying goes, to give a love is to give a hope. Mom has love. I remember going out to play once, and the market was very lively and crowded. My mother and I were carrying big bags and small bags when we suddenly saw an old man with messy hair. My mother looked at it for a long time, and then stuffed a ten-dollar bill into the old man's bowl. I tried my best to persuade my mother, who looked sad. I thought my mother was so stingy, but I didn't expect her to be very caring. Mother is not stingy, she just leaves money to those who need it.

A mother who is different from other mothers, this is my mother. Mother in the light, her face is so kind; His body is so fragile that she has lost too much for her family.

Mom, you are not ordinary. In my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful mother!