When a trace of residual heat emanated from my eyelids, I slowly opened my blindfolded eyes and touched my smiling and kind eyes. At this moment, the gentle and heavy voice of God echoed in my ear: "She is an angel and an emissary, and her name is" mother ".
My mother is always busy around me, and her sweaty face always flashes before my eyes.
Her concern makes me warm;
Her selflessness touched me;
Her broadness shocked me!
In a blink of an eye, eleven years have passed, and I am already a primary school student. However, my mother is getting old, and the long years have made her white and tender hands rough. The passing time took away her black hair, but my love for my mother remained the same.
On this Mother's Day full of carnations, I send my mother a heartfelt blessing from my daughter!
Fifth grade: Happy Britney Spears