Ask for a composition; That one-I can't forget (warmth, care ...) about 600 words.

My mother loves me like all the mothers in the world. But maternal love is different from that of other mothers. She can not only knit sweaters and cook for me like ordinary city mothers, but also do the unique skill of rural mothers: design and sew clothes and shoes for me by herself. You can also give me strict training like all military wives, which gives me a resolute style. My mother can also teach me Chinese, math and English like all teachers and mothers. She is my head tutor.

My mother pays great attention to my educational methods. When I was a child, I especially liked snacks, especially jelly pudding. Can't entangle

Me, my mother told me a story: "In a suburb, there is a pudding workshop with 15 vats. The vat is full of thin paste made of starch. It seems that it has been left for half a month, and the dye vat is full of white hair, red hair and green hair. Flies flock to feed in the tank; Mosquitoes are singing and dancing on the vat. Sewage is flowing on the ground, and workers who haven't washed their hands for a long time are putting paint into the tank. The brightly colored pudding will be ready soon, and my greedy cat will eat it in her mouth ... "I quickly asked," Really? Is it true?/You don't say. Every time I pick up the pudding, I will think of the story told by my mother, and I will not have the bad habit of eating snacks.

In the final exam, after one exam, I told my mother with a heavy heart which question I did wrong. I was very sad.

Mom will simply say, "It's no use crying over spilt milk. Don't remonstrate. Let bygones be bygones." Then he touched my head and said, "I'm thinking about the next class." Now that I have grown up, my mother no longer takes care of every detail of me. On the contrary, I am my mother's bodyguard and a porter walking in the street. Whenever this time, she looks at me with trust and pride. I know she is cultivating me with great love.