My Mother, thirty years old, medium tall, slim figure, melon face, long with a bright long hair, every day wearing a ponytail, put in the back of the head to go. A pair of thin long eyebrows with a pair of water Lingling big eyes, high nose bridge with a pair of black box glasses, it is very gentle. I like to see my mother laugh, my mother laughed and exposed a white teeth, looks very good. You do not be confused by the appearance of my mother, but at home, but a "king" it.
I remember once, my mother told me to practice calligraphy words, I reluctantly, absent-minded, bent on watching TV, three times under the two write a few words written, then my mother came over and saw my word , Without any explanation, "snapped ... ... snapped ... ...", gave me two slap, pulled me just wrote the word, kneaded into a ball, torn to pieces, thrown into the trash, pointing to me, reprimanded: " With this attitude, but also want to write a good brush.
I clutching my mother had just hit the red face, silent, two drops of tears from the eyes of the flow out, I re-pick up the pen, seriously began to write. I know my mother is good for me, she often educated me: young and strong do not work, the boss was sad. My mom is a bit impatient, but she is very capable and hardworking. Morning, the day is not bright, my mother to get up early to do breakfast, laundry, and so on when we have a sumptuous breakfast to show in my eyes, fragrant.
How, i have a best mother in the world, envy it!
