My mother is my important people in the life. She is a teacher in a big school. She teaches Literature. She is 38 years old. She is tall and strong. She has a good shape. She has an oval face with a long black hair. She has a delicate nose in front of the red full lips. Her eyes are black and affectionate. Her ears are big. Her hands are white. Outside, she isn’t beautiful than others, but in my eyes, she is the most beautiful. She cooks delicious food and very great. I love her food. It countains feeling for my mother. My mother also looks after me when I am a kid. My mom always teaches me Literature in the evenings. My mom usually kind and easy going with everyone. And she always smile. She is very kind with my family so I love her very much. Because love her so I will learn very good for her often happy and has many fun.

My mother is a person I admire most. She devoted a lot of time and energy to the upbringing of my two brothers and I. Despite working hard, she always made time to teach us many useful things which are necessary and important in our later lives. Moreover, she is a good role model for me to follow. She always tries to get on well with people who live next door and help everyone when they are in difficulties, so most of them respect and love her. I admire and look up to my mother because she not only brings me up well but also stands by me and gives some help if necessary. For example, when I encounter some difficulties, she will give me some precious advice to help me solve those problems. She has a major influence on me and I hope that I will inherit some of her traits.

"Tonight I sleep the round she is the wind of human life. "In this life, someone did not grow up in mother's arms, was heard Matthew bid ru sweet deal, a pharmacist who would not dream of sinking into the wind, her hand fan every sultry summer afternoon. And in this life, one love by his mother, one for life because I like her, someone ready to share with her as her sweet fleshy.For me too, she is most interested in me and who I loved and the mot indebted in the world. I used to think my mother was not beautiful. Not because there is a beautiful white skin, round face recovery or sparkling eyes ... but her face just skinny, tanned, high forehead, the wrinkles of the age of 40, of how anxiety in life in the upper corner of hereye. But my father told her more beautiful than other women in the intellectual beauty. Yes, my mother was smart, agile, very resourceful. On the position of a leader, who thinks his mother is cold, harsh. there are times when I thought so. but when his mother sat, her hands caressing my hair, everyone thought it all disappear. I have the sensation lightheadedness, anxiety hard to describe, feeling like I have never received so much love. It looks like a strong dotted line passed through her hands deep my heart, eye, lipstenderly, the sweet smile, ... through all of the parents. just love it when people close to her long before you feel all right. From small to large, I received the infinite love of the mother as a gift, a natural thing. In the eyes of a child, she was born to care for children. I never ask the question: Why do parents accept unconditional sacrifice for me? . Good mother, very good to me but sometimes I think parents are so worthy, so ... evil. How many times, she yelled at me, I cried. Cry for depression depression, where rather than weep bitterly regret. Then for a time ... I came home from school, my mother read her diary stolen. I was immediately very, immediately pulling the diary from her hand and shouted: "Why the mother too much! This is the secret of the child, the mother can not work on. Mother very ill, I do not need her anymore! "Just thought I would eat a slap hurt. But not just silence the mother, pale cheeks, healthier eyes brimming. There is something that I did not dare look into her eyes. I rushed into the room, locked the door despite the announcement on outside sales calls. I cried, cried so much, a small pillow was wet. As the late night, I awake, awake. There is a feeling of absence, which I do not how shortfalls avoided. I waswondering how I console myself by living in a world with no mother, not educated, will be very happy. But that's where the pharmacist to fill gaps in my head. Should I feel remorse? Was I hungry for love? ... Free man do I think gradually fell asleep. In the dream film, I felt a warm hand, lightly touching my hair, pulled my blanket. Yeah I'm looking forward to the feeling, the feeling of sweet loving. I sunk in moments of tenderness, she closed his eyes for fear if you open your eyes, feeling it would fly away, away forever into nothingness and the immediate space is just a reality. The next morning I woke up, I felt the house so that sadness that. There is something missing. That morning, I had to eat bread, no white rice every day. I rated violence, had asked her father to see where it goes. My father said, his mother is ill, hospitalized a week. Feeling sad I have to cover my little brain. Mother in hospital and who would cook, who wash, who confided to me? I'm sorry too, because of anger over that has shattered the happiness of this little house. In my sick mother. All week, I was very sad. Housing shortage so that her smile so lonely. Every meal I have to eat outside, no parents, then get one I like cooking. Oh I remember that the boiled vegetables, casseroles's mother always.​

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Mẹ tôi là người tôi yêu nhất trong cuộc đời tôi. Đối với những gì cô ấy đã làm, cô xứng đáng với cả thế giới. Mẹ tôi là một người vợ 43 tuổi. Cô ấy cao, mảnh mai và đặc biệt là cô ấy có mái tóc dài màu đen đẹp. Cô ấy luôn cười vì vậy mọi người đều coi cô ấy là một người thân thiện. Mẹ tôi yêu thương tất cả các thành viên trong gia đình. Cô ấy đồng ý là một người phụ nữ trong gia đình thay vì làm việc. Mẹ tôi chăm sóc cho gia đình. Cô thức dậy sớm nhất vào buổi sáng và đi ngủ sớm nhất vào ban đêm. Và trong ngày, cô ấy rất bận rộn. Tôi nhớ một lần khi mẹ tôi bị bệnh vì vậy không ai làm việc nhà và tất cả mọi thứ đã điên. Từ đó, cha tôi và tôi cùng nhau giúp đỡ mẹ bất cứ khi nào chúng tôi có thời gian rảnh rỗi. Cô ấy thực sự hạnh phúc về điều đó. Khi còn nhỏ, mẹ đã dạy tôi chơi piano vào mỗi cuối tuần. Tôi vẫn còn nhớ những bài hát bao gồm nhiều kinh nghiệm của thời thơ ấu. Không chỉ dạy tôi chơi đàn piano, cô ấy còn dạy tôi trở thành một con người tốt hơn. Tôi yêu những câu chuyện đạo đức mà cô ấy nói với tôi trước khi tôi ngủ thiếp đi mỗi tối. Chúng tôi thực sự đánh giá cao nỗ lực của mẹ, kiên nhẫn và công việc khó khăn của mình để bảo tồn hạnh phúc của gia đình. Mẹ tôi là một phần không thể thiếu trong cuộc đời tôi. Khi lớn lên, tôi muốn trở thành một người phụ nữ như cô ấy.

She teaches Literature. She is 38 years old. She is tall and strong. She has a good shape. She has an oval face with a long black hair. She has a delicate nose in front of the red full lips. Her eyes are black and