My mother wrote 300 words.

A beautiful black hair, a pair of small eyes with gods, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose, this is my mother.

She is ordinary because she buys food, cooks and washes clothes every day like other people's mothers, sends me to school and takes me home.

I remember it was a hot summer, and the power went out that day. I slept in the bed, my forehead was hot and I was sweating all over. As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly picked up a fan and gave it to me. I fell asleep in the breeze. Suddenly, a drop of water fell on my face. When I opened my eyes, I saw my mother sweating and fanning me. "Mom, thank you!" I read silently in my mind.

It was another rainy day. After school, my mother came to pick me up. It rained heavily, but my mother only brought an umbrella. Walking on the road, looking up at the sky, the sky on my mother's side is cloudy, but the sky on my side is purple. When I got home, my mother's clothes were all wet, and I suddenly understood what was going on.

This is my mother, a kind and silly mother.