The Chinese book "Back" imitates an article with more than 600 words. Thank you.

My mother was born in a farmhouse, so she is very simple. She is more ordinary than all ordinary people, just like a drop of rain, a piece of snow, a grain of dust, seeping into the soil, floating in the air, invisible and unobtrusive. But I am so lucky to grow up happily surrounded by deep maternal love. Mother has many sisters, so she has no chance to study. It is precisely because my mother has no culture that many sacrifices are taken for granted. It can even be said that my mother didn't realize that this was a kind of "sacrifice". Everyone in our family went out to play except my mother. Every time she is asked to relax together, she will refuse for many reasons. Once, I stubbornly pestered her: "Mom, just go and play once." Mother thought for a long time and said seriously, "I won't go." What if I leave the pig? "After hearing what my mother said, we abandoned my mother and went out to play with peace of mind. We have done this many times, and it is incredible that we actually regard it as a habit. Mother is born strong and honest, and a few good words from others can coax her into entrusting herself to others. For the sake of the family's livelihood, my mother will play with some gadgets and sell them in the slack season. I remember once, I accompanied my mother out of the stall, and I didn't know whether it was industry and commerce or urban management, so I scattered all over the floor. Mom moved late, and everything on the stall was taken away. The stubborn mother chased her far away and cried, "that's my family's living expenses!" " ?" I froze there, tears streaming down my face. From then on, I vowed to get ahead, and I never wanted my mother to go through the storm for me again. On the way home, my mother was almost hit by a speeding car. At that moment, I tried my best to help my mother, and I was scared. I'm afraid of losing my mother and never seeing her again. Why shouldn't our mother be afraid of death? Is our life more precious than mother's gold? My heart can't calm down, like a windmill whirled by the wind. The stronger the wind, the more uneasy I am. I kept swearing in my heart: I must study hard and let my mother live a happy old age. Now I'm in junior high school. I have to live on campus and I can only go back once a week. My mother never forgets to ask people in the village to bring me something: some apples, steamed bread? . Once, my mother came to school to send me cotton-padded clothes. Just after self-study, my mother waited in the cold wind for more than an hour, and it was already a cold winter of ice and snow. After self-study, my mother rubbed her fingers with cold and said with a smile, "Mom is afraid to call you, for fear that you will be surprised and make the students laugh." I couldn't say a word, so I couldn't help crying It was dark, and I was afraid that my mother would feel bad, so I quickly turned around and wiped my tears. A simple mother should have that idea, just to protect me from a little harm. Sometimes this kind of love is beyond ordinary people's understanding. Maternal love is so subtle, there is no vigorous action, and there is no big declaration. Every time I see my report card, my mother always tells me that if I get into college, she will entertain the whole village. This sentence has always inspired me. In order to live up to my mother's high hopes, I will try my best to give my mother a bright tomorrow and a bright smile.