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10 文强 徐浩杰 101241018 My mother—ordinary and special As is often the case, to the world, you may just be one person whereas to one person, you are the whole world. Maybe I am not the whole world of my mom, but must be the majority. ‘Long, long ago, there was an island in the distant sea, where lived a fairy. She made a promise that she would fulfill a desire of people who arrived at the island. However, it was a vitally difficult work to reach the island……’ As the story went on, mom’s voice grew fainter and fainter, when she gently gazed at me. From my infancy, mom’s voice always haunted me. When thinking of my mom, I felt the memory of 20 years with my mother suddenly turned into a haze, blurring my eyes to see the past, with nothing towering, nothing flaring, nothing impressive or special enough as a landmark. The haze gradually cleared away; display my image of an ordinary and amicable woman with short hair and shiny eyes. When you see her, you always find a smile on her face. My mother is ordinary, but in my eyes, for me, she is special. My mother gave birth to me with exceptionally difficult labor. So to some extent, my coming into this world was an unexpected fortune at the price of Mother's painful insistence. Thus my 20 years began like that my mother exerted all her effort to give me love, but I often returned her with some harm that was distressed to her all through my growth. My mother is a school teacher. So she set a high standard for me which I always complained of. I cannot understand why my mother asked me to practise the keyboard when other children were playing games outside at my age of seven. At that time, mom is stern in my eyes and I dare not to violate her. But as time goes on, it changes. I become more and more rebellious and she accommodates herself to me time after time. When I stepped into the grade twelve, heavy pressure of schoolwork and tense school life made me a bad temper. For many times, I lost my temper for my mom just for little things and often blamed her for something I was not satisfied with. Sometimes, I even made trouble out of nothing. However, she only tolerated me and had few words to explain. One evening, as usual, I stayed in my room, doing my homework. Then I was troubling by a math problem which I pondered for a long time. Gazing at the numerous problems on the papers, I got more and more fidgety. At that time, the door was pushed open slightly. I knew it was that my mom delivered the milk to me. Every night, she would deliver a glass of milk to me and asked me to have a rest. Though the footsteps were slight, a feeling of boredom arose spontaneously in my heart. She put the glass of milk on the desk and whispered to me:’ rest for a moment and drink the glass of milk.’ I gave no response to her and even without a glance at her. She raised her voice and repeated the words. At that moment, I felt extremely disgusted about her. In a sudden, I burst into anger and gave a roar to her:’ why are you always bothering when I am engaged in study. Stop saying anything and get out at once.’ Mom got a surprise and seemed to want to say something, but she refrained herself. She stared at me for a second, took the milk and went out of the room in silent. Looking at her figure of leaving, a thread of apology covered my heart. Soon, I calmed down gradually. And I began to regret shouting at her in such way. Recalling my rude behaviors to her all those days, I felt guilty for myself. I knew my mom sacrificed much for creating a good circumstance for my study. Every morning, before the sun rose, she got up to make breakfast for me. At noon, she ran a long way to home to make that I can have lunch at home. Thinking of these, I finally decided to apologize to my mom for my behaviors just now. I walked into the kitchen, she was busy doing something. She turned around and spotted me. When she looked at me, I found her eyes are full of uneasiness and apology.’ It’s my fault and I will never disturb you. Drink the glass of milk please.’ She implored me for my forgiveness. At that moment, I had a sense of grief. It seemed that she was not my mother, but a child in front of me and entreated me. Mom is a person who seldom acknowledges her error. But for me, she can change herself. Nowadays, I am in deep regret for hurting my mom in such ways. Mom sacrifices too much for me, but I can pay back little. I know her sacrifice is not for payment, but she needs my comprehension. I did not write much in the past about my mother’s love for me. So today, this composition is for her and for her only. I wish to let her know my regret and gratitude to her. Nowadays, I have been to the university for one year. When I stay at the dormitory alone, I can deeply realize the love my mom gave me. Every week, when I hear the ring of my cell phone, I feel a sense of happiness. 本文来源：https://www.dywdw.cn/5be4528b680203d8ce2f2400.html
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2022-07-16
