Love My Mum
I moved to Canada when I was five. I am eleven this year. I feel that I've gained a lot of knowledge and senses.
My mother has raised me since I was a little girl. Whenever I encounter difficulty, she is always by my side telling me how to overcome the difficulty.
My mother is not tall; her figure is slender. Her hair is dyed brown, the skin on her face is white and smooth, her eyes are black and bright, and her mouth is small and will give you a very warm feeling when she smiles.
My mother is not just beautiful but also very capable. She has three jobs; everyday she busily runs around, and when she comes home she has to painstakingly take care of me. It's a very hard work.
I'm thinking, if it wasn't for mom, I would not have obtained the sixth grade piano certificate. If it wasn't for mom, I wouldn't recognize a single Chinese character, nor speak and read Chinese books and write compositions.
My mom tells me, whatever you do you need persistence. It will lead you to success! No matter how hard the wind blows or the rain falls, no matter how tiring or how hard it is, mom is still sending me to learn piano and Chinese without complaint or regret.
Mom is always very tired, but she never says so. Her face is always smiling sweetly. How I long for the day when mom will have nothing to do, nothing to worry about and rest well for one whole day!
Mom, I love you. I deeply love you!