I have a happy family. My father and mother both love me very much, especially my mother. She cares about my studies, loves me in life, and often tells me some principles of life. My mother cares most about my studies. Ever since I was born, when she and my father named me, they had placed infinite hopes on me. My mother called me "Qi" because she wanted me to be "beautiful and smart" and to become a pillar of the country in the future. Since I was in elementary school, my mother has often checked my homework, tutored me in my studies, and slept very late every day. At that time, I had little homework, so my mother bought me many exercise books from the bookstore for me to do. Since the second grade, my mother enrolled me in calligraphy classes and painting classes at the Children's Palace; in the third grade, she also enrolled me in composition classes and Math Olympiad classes, and also hired an English tutor for me. For several years, no matter it was hot summer or cold winter, my mother took me to school four times a day on her bicycle; on holidays and Sundays, she took me to extracurricular classes, rain or shine. In order for me to learn the Mathematical Olympiad well, my mother sat in the same classroom with me like a primary school student and listened to the class. She listened so seriously and memorized so carefully, all for the purpose of better tutoring me in my studies. Sometimes I couldn't do Olympiad math questions, and my mother always explained them to me carefully. When she couldn't do them, she would call other parents to discuss them. Several times, I woke up in the middle of the night, and my mother was still sitting under the lamp doing Mathematical Olympiad problems. Sometimes she was so sleepy that she crawled on the table and fell asleep. My mother has very strict requirements on me. As long as I am not serious in my studies or do something wrong, my mother will always criticize me severely and patiently reason with me until I realize the mistake. I remember that when I was in second grade, I couldn't solve a math problem, so I copied it from my classmate's homework book. My mother found out about this and severely criticized me. My mother said: "If you don't know how to solve the problem, you can ask others for help, but you must not copy other people's homework." Then my mother told me the story of "hiding one's ears and stealing the bell". Another time, when I went to the Children's Palace for class, I accidentally kicked a flowerpot in the corridor to pieces. I looked around and ran into the classroom, avoiding the teacher's questioning. When I got home, I happily told my mother about it. Unexpectedly, after hearing this, my mother said with a serious face: "Son, you are really capable! You kicked the flower pot and broke it and still didn't admit your mistake to the teacher. This is not a good behavior!"...? The next day, I took the 5 yuan given by my mother and took the initiative to find the teacher to admit my mistake. ? My mother is not only strict with me, but also very caring to me. I remember that I was 7 years old. One winter night, I had a high fever and was in a daze. My father was not at home at the time, so my mother found a taxi in the middle of the night and took me to the hospital overnight for a drip. She stayed with me alone, wiping my face and giving me some water. She was afraid that the boiling water would be scalding, so she blew the boiling water with her mouth to cool it down for me to drink. She kept sitting next to me and telling me stories. She also took off her cotton coat and covered me with it. I fell asleep sweetly, but my mother was so cold that she shivered all over and sat on the edge of the bed without closing her eyes all night. The next day, my fever subsided, but my mother caught a cold... My mother is usually very busy at work. On weekends, she would either take me to extracurricular classes or do laundry and hygiene at home. It was really hard. I see my mother's hard work in my eyes and remember it in my heart. I always think about how to repay my mother. It just so happened that on March 4th, someone handed out movie tickets at the school gate. They said they were watching a three-dimensional movie at the Heping Cinema, and there was a discount for elementary school students. I asked for two. I want my mother to go to the movies with me and let my mother have a good rest for half a day. Mom readily agreed. When we, mother and son, sat in the cinema and watched the movie happily, seeing my mother's relaxed and happy mood, my heart was as sweet as eating honey.