My mother is 4 1 year old this year. She is an ordinary university teacher. However, in my thirteen years of life, her influence on me is indelibly imprinted in my soul forever.
When I was a child, I was introverted and didn't like to play with my friends, but I did like reading. Every night before going to bed, my mother always leans against the bed with a story book in her hand and reads it to me vividly. Just like I have seen it several times before, I always find fault and point out which word is wrong and which plot is wrong. My mother always admits her mistake and is not bored. My love for books now is inseparable from this experience.
My mother encourages me to make friends and actively communicate with others. I remember when I was young, I lived on the sixth floor, and a friend lived opposite, also on the sixth floor, facing each other at a distance. Mother proposed to tie a rope to two windows like a conveyor belt, tie letters to the rope, and pull the rope to realize mutual communication. Since then, the window on the sixth floor has been singing and laughing until we moved away. Now I am good friends with that friend. One night, I suddenly said to my mother, "Tomorrow is Halloween!" " "I didn't expect my mother to have a brainwave. I made an appointment with friends in the community to go to a strange neighbor's house for sugar tomorrow night. She made us a mask made of ghost robes, jack-o-lanterns and cardboard with sheets ... It was a very rewarding time, and every year we organized playmates to go door-to-door to ask for candy. It can be said that my mother was my first life and thought teacher.
My mother is the most strict with me, mostly about some behavior styles. Once, I saw my favorite "Three Kingdoms" on the street and secretly took money from her bag. As a result, when she found out, she severely reprimanded me and said, "There is no free money. You can tell your parents if you want to buy something! " Besides, it was the first time she hit me, and now the scene at that time is still vivid.
This is my strict teacher and my loving mother.
My mother is very kind and likes to share. She always gives her friends what she has made with her own hands, and sometimes she offers to let me take it to school to give it to her classmates. Everyone who received them was full of praise. My mother just smiled. She can also cook. Every Christmas, she always makes a colorful gingerbread house (made of biscuit icing and decorated with all kinds of candy), but she never lets me eat it alone and invites a large group of my friends to share it. Every Christmas, my family is always full of joy and happiness!
My mother is conscientious about her teaching profession. At the end of each semester, I always sit in front of the computer all day to correct students' papers. Sometimes I have to take the initiative to call and ask the students angrily why they don't hand in their papers. I often don't understand why I should be so angry with irrelevant people. The students love her very much, too. Every graduate will write to her. After reading these sincere words, I know that teachers and students have deep feelings.
My mother is very helpful. Not only did my colleagues take the initiative to help substitute classes when they were sick, but they also took the initiative to ask me to do public welfare activities. Last holiday, we volunteered in Dalian Library many times and were often exhausted by work. I can't help complaining: "Why don't you pay?" Isn't this thankless? "She answered me solemnly:" Only when everyone does his part can we form a beautiful social system. "
Mother is also a bodhisattva and has compassion for everything. In winter, lead me to take Xiaomi to the labor park to feed the birds, sweep the snow and scatter rice in the open space; In summer, I often take me to the seaside to send the starfish that fishermen throw on the beach and are half-baked back to the sea; I also fed my senior cat food to the wildcats in the community. But she is very frugal with herself and never dresses up. They are all dressed in plain clothes.
My youth was spent under the lessons of my mother and was greatly influenced by her. If I learn the slightest innocence, if I learn moral integrity, if I can share and care about others, I will thank my loving mother.