An anti-drug book for my mother, 400 words, grade six.

I stared at my mother's hopeful eyes and didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence. But I saw some wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead and delicate eyes. I haven't shown off my good skin to my mother since then. Because I know that under the proud smile of my mother, it is a lost heart, and my mother is just a mortal. She's beautiful.

Later, I never saw my mother waiting to take off her schoolbag at the gate of the hospital after school every day, and I couldn't hear her gentle voice, "Are you hungry?" I can never put my bracelet around my mother's neck and say "good night!" " When my mother comes to turn off the light for me before going to bed every day. Because I am already a boarder, my mother came to see me three times in the first week and took my changed clothes away every time. Mother is a very clean woman. She doesn't like using the washing machine. Every time she washes clothes, I play with bubbles. I sat on the hard iron bed in the dormitory and shared the meals carefully prepared by my mother with my roommates, who chattered enviously.

My mother also asked me to take my clothes home on holiday tomorrow. Unfortunately, I found a hair on the plate, which was unprecedented in the past. You should know how careful and diligent my mother is. I pretended to be angry and pulled my hair in front of my mother. God knows how sorry I was at that moment, because I saw my mother's face suddenly turn red and muttered, "I was careless, I was careless ..." I quickly smiled and said, "It's mine, just kidding you!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief. I quickly buried myself in eating. I can't let my mother see my red eyes.

Because it hurts me to see my mother's muddy eyes. If my mother sees my red eyes, she will be very distressed. Tomorrow, I will follow my mother to watch her wash clothes. Mother's smiling face is reflected in the century-old well at home-clear and quiet. I continue to play with my foam. Playing and playing, I suddenly found thin sweat oozing from my mother's forehead. My mother's back is getting more and more bent, her hands are getting slower and weaker, but she still whispers about the neighborhood with a smile. After that, I never want to take my changed clothes home. Every time I face mom's scolding.

I always mischievously raise my mouth and say, "I've grown up!" However, the last sentence I didn't say was "You are old. "

Later, sitting here, I was about to go to college, and my mother came to pick me up every day for my health. I have better food, better sleep and a carefree life than other students. Everyone who meets me thinks that I am a junior high school student. I am not annoyed by my naivety, because I know that my mother's little white hair, new wrinkles in her eyes and even faintly visible spots all expect me to live a simple life.

. Although my mother's eyes are very different from mine, I will still spoil my mother to help me buy clothes and shoes … because I like to see her smiling face with a little sense of accomplishment. Mom once said, "Mom likes you to be beautiful! 」……

My mother taught me all good hospitality manners, sitting posture, standing posture ... even the posture of holding chopsticks. My classmates thought it was feudal, and I didn't understand my mother's good intentions until others praised me for being generous and gentle. My mother hopes her daughter will always be the best in the future.

Mom is really old!

Her teeth are old, so she can't chew slowly without showing her teeth like she taught me to eat. My ears are getting old, too She is afraid that others can't hear her, so she can't whisper as she taught me. My legs are getting old, and her splayed feet are becoming more and more obvious because she gave birth to me. Her steps can no longer be as light as teaching me ... but I won't blame her, I will just spend more time massaging her. Although the bones on her body hurt my hands, all the foreign objects disappeared instantly when I saw my mother's satisfied smile.

I always have two mirrors in my heart. On the one hand, my mother stood behind me and looked proudly at the beautiful princess dress in the mirror.

A good daughter with a croissant braid; On the other side, my mother stood in front of me, looking at her daughter who was taller than her but pouted playfully in the mirror.

Mom, I walked out by your moonlight.

Crossing the fluctuating sea of time

Mom, I looked at your face and smiled.

Tell yourself the eternal faith.

……

I love my mother.

Love my mother forever.