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I have never written a note to my mother since I was a child, let alone a letter, and when I picked up the very heavy pen, I was still muttering in my heart: should I write this letter to my mother? In this way, this thought in my heart has been lingering in my heart.

Eventually, I decided to write to my mother, and I mustered up the courage to write this letter to my dearest mother with that thousand-pound pen:

Mom, you know what? When I asked for that pen to write to you, I was really nervous, I was very scared. On the road of my life, on the road of my growth, you are not only my strict teacher but also my loving mother, you have worked hard to bring me to the world, you have not only given me a new life, but most importantly, you have also given me a lot of life principles.

In daily life, you are diligent and thrifty everywhere, just one purpose: that is, I hope I can eat and drink well, and there is a wish in your heart, as long as I can live well, it doesn't matter how hard I work.

With my growth, I can't do without you, I can't do without mother's love, I can't do without your care and care, with my growth, your road is hard and bumpy, but you won't retreat, you won't complain, you dedicate your voice to me, so others say: Mother's love is like the nectar of spring, nourishing my heart; Mother's love is like a warm sunshine, which makes me bathe in the sunshine of love all the time;

Do you remember? I have had a headache since the first day of junior high school, you worry about me all day long, one night I had a headache again, the pain is still very bad, I lie on the table, crying, you saw it and hurriedly came over, saw me crying, and then you knew that I had a headache again. So you used your warm hands, stroked my head, and gently pressed it a few times, at that time I was even more moved, and I couldn't help but tears flowed down, and at that time, you also cried.

When I don't wear enough, you will step forward and say to me: "Child, it's a little cold today, why don't you bring another piece of clothing, save yourself from catching a cold; At that time, I will impatiently say: It's okay, it's not cold, okay, you can go back:

When I parted from you, your eyes were full of reluctance, and you kept telling me: Be careful of catching a cold on the road, and I said: Don't nag, go back quickly, I will take care of myself.

You must have been angry with me at that time, and you must have missed me very much. I really regret it now, I regret that I shouldn't have snubbed you like that, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, after all, you are the mother who gave birth to me and raised me.

Mom. I'm sorry for your hard work, I will definitely use my life to repay your love for me, and I will definitely repay this great mother's love with sincerity.

Big brother, big sister, is there any reason for this, it's your mother, isn't your mother the closest to you, this is more memorable for you to write yourself!

Behind the Taihe Palace, there is the Zhonghe Palace. Lo and behold, this is a large hall in the shape of a pavilion. The palace as a whole is 19 square meters, making it the smallest of the three major palaces in the Forbidden City.

The top of the hall holds the four vertical ridges together, and a large round gilded treasure top is placed in the middle, the outline is extremely beautiful, and it is beautiful! When the ceremony was held, the emperor would first rest here. There is a ......... hereFeeling).

It's too complicated! Using isophthalic acid as raw material, nitrification with nitric acid in sulfuric acid is carried out to generate 5-nitroisophthalic acid, which is then obtained by high-pressure hydrogenation in the presence of a catalyst.

The snow fell like blown petals. Falling on the roofs, on the trees, and on the rivers, the heavens and the earth became a silver-white world.

In the morning, I go shopping on the street. Whoa—whoa——, I looked over to the sound and saw a vague figure. Tall, thin, holding a broom, slowly moving forward.

It was him, the old cleaner I saw every day. He was still so early, still the same, sweeping the road step by step.

I deliberately passed by his side and saw a pair of kind eyes, an old, wrinkled, weather-beaten face. At this time, he was concentrating on sweeping the snow, so attentive, so serious. He swept the snow into piles, picked them up in piles, and then hobbled them into the garbage heap.

Suddenly, he noticed that not far away, the original sewer was clogged. He walked briskly, and with his dry hands like gray bark, he pulled out the snow little by little until it was clear. At this time, a pleasant smile appeared on his face.

However, his hands were red from the cold. He didn't care, as if he was used to it. He then swept forward, and the tall figure faded away, leaving a clean road behind him.

The snow is white and immaculate, and the heart of the gray-haired cleaner is purer and more beautiful than snow.