My mother is strict in my heart, I do not know when I have a little hate her, but today I saw a thing, let me have the comment again.

It is today when doing the bus a child - one of only three or four years old the child, and her mother, her mother looked is 30-40 years old old, they are playing with a key, the child's eyes with childlike innocence is happy, have to say, her eyes like stars really, really good, her mother's eyes filled with spoil, that is true, there is no hidden love, children have been the key points out, the mother said nothing, just taught her to set good, the key and show her children to see my mother so much play a hand, though always points out, but children safe, more then I thought of my mother, the strict mother in my world there is no praise.

Mother when I was a child, I often get criticism, take an examination of again good, mom is just plain view, no praise, no language, I know mother is afraid of my pride, but I'm still a bit frustrated, such a mom, I don't like it at all, but again, I thought about the three or four years old, mother always smile often open at that time, I play games with my mother she always walked over to the, that a great mother, thoughts back to the now, look at that child, think of mom, again remind of the mother that Zhang Manbu wrinkled face, a little want to cry, my mother not only like to learn, just mother now old, one day go to work tired.

My mom twenty-four years old, he is nearly fifty now, but for what I do so much, but for me, I will only complain, my mother, forgive me that I didn't conscience.