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My Mother I looked at a tree across the window, and a big bird was feeding a few small birds with a freshly caught bug, and I suddenly thought of my mother.

I remember when I was a child, when I was four or five years old, I was still lying in the cradle, my mother was shaking the cradle while making a mille-feuille bottom, and she was still humming "Dongfang Hong" in her mouth, I remember that I was about to go to school and still sucking breast milk, and I remember that I was still playing in my mother's arms when I was about to graduate from primary school. The mother said, "This child has the best life, he did not suffer, and he was raised in my arms, unlike his brother, who was raised on the ground."

I remember before I was in elementary school, I always followed my mother, and my mother went up the mountain to cut wood, took me to the mountain, made me sit in a clearing, got a few branches for me to fight mosquitoes, and then went to chop wood by myself, and she always called me every once in a while, and he said, "There are wild beasts in the mountains, and I am afraid that I will be hurt." My mother told me to sit and not allow me to move, for fear that I would lose my way. When I got home, my mother got a piece of firewood and I carried it on my back, she said

That's what a boy looks like! When I met an adult on the road, he would praise me: "Yo!

Xiao Haizi is such a small nine-layer chopping wood, it's really useful! "Mother is always smiling happily at this time, and her heart must be sweet! When I was idle on a rainy day, my mother often taught me to read and write, and my mother herself only went to elementary school for a few years, so she could only teach me simple words, my mother first taught me to write my own name, and then taught me to write the name of the whole family, and my mother also taught me to count, first from one to ten, and then to one hundred, and my mother asked me to beat her back and count it, and just like that, I finished my preschool education at home!

Mother loves face, and mother doesn't like to go to relatives, afraid of losing face because of poverty, and afraid of being looked down upon by others. Mother is smart, complex neighborhood relationship mother can always handle properly, mother is a peacemaker in the neighborhood, whoever quarrels comes to mother. My mother had a pair of skillful hands, and when we were young, we always wore a mille-feuille bottom made by our mother, and I remember that when I was a child, people often praised us for the beautiful shoes we worn.

My teacher.

Now that I'm a junior high school student, I can't forget my elementary school days.

Ms. Hou, the homeroom teacher of the fifth and sixth grades.

To be honest, Mr. Hou is not pretty, but he has an irresistible sense of intimacy. She is like an angel and gives people a very warm feeling.

In the new semester of fifth grade, I wrote my homework like other students. Suddenly, I remembered that my tablemate had forgotten to bring an eraser yesterday. I stole a glance around to make sure no one noticed me, so I leaned down slightly, half-covered my mouth with my hands, and asked with concern

Hey, did you bring an eraser today? She nodded. Coincidentally, I saw Mr. Hou walking towards this side with an angry face.

I felt bad, and I lowered my head and wrote my homework. Teacher Hou walked up to me, pointed at me and criticized me loudly. I saw that the other students had stopped writing and looked at me with strange eyes.

I feel very aggrieved, and my heart is not a taste. It's like my heart has been cut one by one, and it hurts one by one. Tears filled my eyes, and I gritted my teeth and endured it.

In the evening, I vented my frustration in the homework book to be handed in the next day.

The next day, I handed in my homework book and regretted it. According to Teacher Hou's temper and the hurt force of me yesterday, he rushed at my homework, and I was even worse today. "Dismemberment" is the best.

The homework book was sent down, and I carefully opened it. In the comments in the homework book, there are three upright words "I'm sorry". My heart suddenly opened up as if it had been baptized by the sun.

A warm feeling spreads throughout the body. The misunderstanding of Mr. Hou was all gone. I also understood that Mr. Hou did not want me to influence others.

I am really grateful to Mr. Hou. How unthinkable it is that a teacher can put down the shelf and apologize to his classmates. However, Mr. Hou can do it.

Teacher Hou is like a spring breeze, able to teach me knowledge in a stream; Teacher Hou is like a friend, can solve problems for you, Teacher Hou is like an angel, can warm people's hearts with the most kind smile, Teacher Hou is like a clear spring, can wash my soul. When I graduated, I wrote a little poem for Mr. Hou whose language might be relatively naïve:

Six years. As short as a day.

But I can't forget your voice and smile.

If I were a small boat.

You are the sail that guides the way.

It's inconspicuous. But let me fight for peace.

It won't be long before I set sail.

Sail alone. Although I don't want to.

But only the sails can be wished.

Have a safe trip. I use this little poem to express my gratitude to Mr. Hou, I have embarked on a new journey, and I only hope to preserve this precious memory.