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The design of the handwritten newspaper of gratitude to mother

In the journey of life, gratitude is a very important word. As soon as I see it, a familiar face will appear in front of my eyes. Indeed, she has given me too much?

This person is my mother. I heard from my father that when I was a child, I didn't like to eat, but my physical condition was very poor, which made my mother anxious. She always tries her best to make delicious food for me every day, and also orders milk for me to drink every day. At that time, my family was not rich, but for me, my mother always spent a lot of money to buy delicious food for me. In order to enhance nutrition, she also bought many cooking books, which are still displayed on the bookshelf.

However, I was not obedient at all at that time, which made my mother heartbroken. When I was five years old, I secretly started playing with fire while my mother was not paying attention. I found old paper balls together in the house, took a lighter and lit it, and saw flames coming out, and the house suddenly burst into flames. I was petrified, and my originally curious interest was frightened out of my mind by the sudden fire. I cried loudly, and my mother, who was studying the recipe, dropped her book and ran to me. When I opened the door, I saw me sitting on the ground with a pile of unburned paper smoking next to me. My mother took me out and checked me anxiously. When she found that I was not injured, she took a long step out. He took a breath, brought a basin of water, put out the fire, took a broom to clean them up, then pulled me into the living room and scolded me. I cried. Growing up, my mother always smiled, but she had never been so fierce. I don't care what my mother says: "Don't let you play with fire", "The disadvantages of playing with fire", etc., I always refuse to listen. I break away from her warm embrace, run into the hut, lie on the bed, and let the tears flow freely, washing me cheeks. I thought: Bad mother, I will never pay attention to you again

Later, my father told me that after my mother scolded me, I was very sad and secretly hid in the quilt and cried, feeling that I He was so cruel and kept criticizing himself. One night, she got up several times, sneaked into my room, covered me with a quilt, and picked up the pillows that fell on the floor. I couldn't help but burst into tears after hearing this. Mother, mother, you have done so much for me, but I still hate you. I regret it so much, regret it so much?

Some people say that maternal love is a cup of boiled water, colorless and tasteless, but it can taste good in your mouth. Give you a cup of sweetness when you are thirsty.

I think maternal love is like a cup of coffee. Although it is bitter, if you taste it carefully, it will make you feel extremely fragrant and warm?