My motherThere is a person, her face has been showing wrinkle marks, she is my mother. She has more than 50 years old, is a genuine rural women, although not in school, but know the importance of study. She is always concerned about my study, conscientious care me, tired, still want to see my quiet sleep will blow out the lamp on the desk. Remember that a winter, wind whistling, the village people call me and tell me you got sick, I felt like a raging fire. You are lying down, regardless of physical, weaving the sweater. My tears quietly leave, let you stop, you said, child, how come back. I don't mind, it's cold, to weave sweater, I want you to put on the new clothes ... ... Ah! Mother, I loves you, you forever is worth my respect!
My mother is a village woman， who is already in her fifties. She had very little school education， but she knows that knowledge is of great importance to young people. She often asks me how I get along with my studies and encourages me to study hard.
My mother takes good care of me and does everything she can for me， so that I can spend more time on my study.
Once she was badly ill and had stayed in bed for several days. When I got home to see her at night， I found the light was still on and mother was sitting in bed， making new clothes for me ！ I was so deeply moved that tears came to my eyes.
Such is my mother， a kind and hard-working woman. I’ll respect and love her forever.
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