I have a mother. She is in her thirties, of medium height, with a square face and a pair of loving eyes shining under her dark eyebrows, giving people a cordial feeling. She also looks good when she smiles. My mother is an accountant. She is very busy at work every day. When she comes home, she also washes clothes and cooks. It's really hard.
My mother devoted a lot of effort to my study. Every day after work, she asks me to do my homework. After every exam, she always analyzes the reasons for success or failure with me. It has been like this for several years, but sometimes I can't understand her, which always makes her anxious and angry. I remember one time, I did badly in the exam. She gave me a good lecture, and I was really scared. I know she really wants me to be a good student.
My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays attention to cultivating my hobbies. Under her "guidance", I learned calligraphy, laid the foundation for writing well, and won many awards. I studied music under her guidance. She bought me music tapes before I went to kindergarten. I especially like listening to them. After I went to kindergarten, I saw the kindergarten teacher playing the accordion, and the sweet voice attracted me. Since then, I have been fascinated by the accordion. I am eager to carry the accordion on my back one day and play wonderful music for everyone on the stage. Finally, my wish came true. When I was in grade one, the school organized an accordion class. Hearing the news, I signed up at once. My mother is very supportive. From then on, I began to learn accordion, and I loved it for five years. Now, I have made a little progress, and got the accordion Grade 8 certificate. These achievements are inseparable from the encouragement and education of my mother!
In the past five years, my mother and I have been in the wind and rain without interruption. Especially my mother, every time she carries a heavy accordion, her shoulders are purple. I remember one time, my mother picked me up from piano class and walked quickly to my door. There was a pit on the side of the road. She sprained her ankle because she was in a hurry and didn't see it. I was at a loss, thinking, what should I do? Yes, I'll go home to my father right away. I ran home quickly and found my father. My father took my mother home. When I got home, my mother's feet were red and swollen, and I couldn't walk. My father was busy giving medicine to my mother, and I stood by and did not move. It was silly to think of it at that time.
Think about these five years, my mother really doesn't know how much effort she has paid for me!
This is my mother. I grew up under her careful care. I love my mother, and I hope all mothers in the world will give their children warmth and happiness, just as the song goes, "Only mothers are good in the world."