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What are the two or three things for a 600-word writer?
Two or three things about mom

A person's life, there are many people taking care of him. I don't want him to get hurt. I wish him happiness and peace all his life. These patrons are his relatives. From my birth to junior high school, I have been protected by my relatives. They are holding umbrellas one by one, and it begins to rain in their hearts. I will hide under the umbrella eaves for the first time. In my memory, she is the one who loves me the most and loves me the most. She is my mother.

Mom, she cares about her family. She used to be a strong professional woman in the shopping mall, but because of my unconsciousness and grandma's physical condition, she left the old shop she had run for more than ten years and devoted herself to the family, becoming a housewife who did heavy housework at home. Now she drives me to class every day and washes and cooks at home every day. It is very hard. But she is still trying to supervise my study and do some housework that she could not have done. What a responsible and caring mother she is!

Mom, she's, uh, nagging She repeats every day the tasks I should complete, the books I should bring, and the things I should do ... and she doesn't just say it once or twice, but repeats it aimlessly. When she is thirsty, she will stop to drink a glass of water. Then she said, I don't know when she will stop, so I wrote my homework quietly, writing and fascinated. Before I knew it, my mother had finished. A few days, my mother was not at home, and I thought I could calm my ears these days. I don't know. In just two days, I was remembered more than ten times. I didn't bring my Chinese book, math exercise book, English notes and art paint ... I found that I had become dependent on my mother's nagging. Now I can't live without her nagging. So having a nagging mother is good for me.

Mom, she is very kind. I remember it was a spring. After I finished cram school, my mother took me to the library to read. On the way, a young man rode an electric car retrograde and hurt his mother, but her mother forgave him readily.

This is my mother. I love her very much.