Mr. Ba Jin said, "Nothing can take the place of parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and their love for us is unparalleled. We may not understand our parents sometimes, but they love us in different ways anyway. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came into this world, my mother went through hardships and selflessly nurtured my healthy growth. In my heart, the warmest and gentlest place is not in the warm bed, but in my mother's arms, because no matter rain or shine, my mother's arms are my shelter from the wind and the sustenance of my soul.

In the process of children's growth, some unpleasant things will inevitably happen. As a mother, she will certainly educate her children and even use force. The same thing happened to me.

I remember when I was a child, my mother never made a move because I didn't do well in the exam. Although my mother tried to hide it, I was always afraid to catch my mother's lost eyes. So I tried to hide the paper several times when I didn't do well in the exam, and secretly made up my mind: "I won't do this next time!" " Whenever my mother asks me where the latest test paper is, I blush and say, "I haven't sent it yet."

Once my mother cleared the table and inadvertently opened the drawer. My secret was revealed. My mother picked it up and looked at it. She asked me in surprise, "When was this paper?" "This ... this ..." I stammered blushing. Without hesitation, my mother picked up a broom and hit me angrily. Every time I hit my mother, she scolds me. My mother said, "It's my mother's fault that I didn't teach you. When did I learn to lie to you? " When do you think I hit you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole the paper, but also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom and looked at me, tears streaming down her face, and the pain was in my mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I slept that night, I felt some pain in my wound. When I opened my eyes, my mother was putting medicine on my wound. I also saw my mother by the light.

(2) The story composition between my parents and me used 600 words interpolation.

My story with my parents.

The long road of life is bumpy and hard. Unforgettable things are like stars all over the sky, too many to count. However, what I can't forget most is the review exam for grade two.

I remember that second grade math review exam, and I only got 69 points. You know, I usually get excellent grades, and this bright red score of 69 is undoubtedly a heavy blow to me. Moreover, my father attaches great importance to my math scores. My father will definitely scold me for doing so badly in this math exam.

After school * * * finally rang, and I was carrying a heavy schoolbag and walking on my way home. The cicada in the tree stopped singing, as if sad for my score of 69. Trees on the roadside rustled in the wind, as if laughing at my incompetence.

From the moment I stepped into the house, my heart was like a rabbit. At this time, my father came out of the room and asked me, "Yi, did you curl your hair when you were reviewing math?" How many points? "

"Hair .... Just ... only scored 69 points. "

Dad looked surprised and said, "Why did you do so badly in the exam?" ? Show me the test paper! "

I listened, so I had to slowly take the test paper out of my schoolbag and show it to my father. Dad took the test paper, and then sat on the sofa and read it intently. I sat by and said nothing.

Time passes hard, like an hourglass falling into my restless heart. There are only two editions of the test paper, but I think my father has studied it for hours.

Dad finally finished reading the test paper. I saw him touching my head and kindly saying to me, "Yi, although you only got 69 points in this review exam, this paper is very difficult. You have done your best. Dad doesn't blame you. " But you should sum up the reasons for this failure, continue to work hard, and you will definitely get good results next time! "

After listening to my father's words, my heart finally fell to the ground.

Dad continued to say to me, "Yi, don't be discouraged, disappointed and discouraged. One failure doesn't mean that you will fail forever. You will have to experience many failures in your future life. People's life can't be smooth sailing, and there will always be times when they fall into the bottom of their lives. But as long as you don't give up on yourself and go step by step, then you will go to the other side of success. "

After listening to my father, I understand a lot. ...

Until now, my father's words have inspired me and made me stronger!

I write with my parents.

Growing up, someone always asked me this question: Mom and Dad, who do you love most? I always answer falteringly: I love both. But there are always people who keep asking questions, as if they can't give a satisfactory answer. Looking back at the story between my parents and me, whether it is happy or sad, it is covered with a faint color-unswerving love washed away by years. How to measure parents' love for an answer?

Living in this not-so-rich family, I don't look up to the life of a rich family, and I am even proud of it, because I have my parents who love me the most, I have a warm home, I have many small worlds ... I have many things that money can't buy. I was very sensitive when I was very young, and I always liked to let my father hold me to sleep. Dad saw me asleep and put me in the cradle. Who knows, I broke away from my father's arms and burst into tears. My father had to coax and hug me until late at night. After learning to walk, I started my first trip in my life. The destination is not far away, just in the country field, and the only means of transportation is my father's bike, so we started our journey. Perhaps in the lens, those scenery are not beautiful, but in my young mind, I have never seen such a beautiful picture. There are green trees, flowing water from mountain springs and mature wheat fields. Is the world so big? Since then, my eyes have been full of longing. When I grew up, I also went to many places of interest, but I never touched my scenery again.

Although I look thin and weak, I am in good health. This is due to the "hard work" of my parents who prepare nutritious food for me every day. Every morning, I must drink a glass of milk and eat an egg. There are rich "big meals" at noon and evening, with meat and vegetables. Every time I see my father sweating in the kitchen, I eat carefully. Over time, I not only developed a good habit of not being picky about food, but also my father developed a good cooking skill. Before going to bed, my mother will tell me many beautiful stories, and I will fantasize that I am a princess in a fairy tale all day. Although those story books are gone now, the warm feeling still exists today. I still remember that once I made my mother angry, and she told me that I was a child of the Northeast Tiger. When I was young, I was dubious and scared out in a cold sweat. Until now, my mother will laugh at it. However, now that I have grown up, my mother can't fool me any more. I know I'm mom's cutest daughter! This is how I grew up under the care of my parents.

When I was eight years old, my family moved to Shenzhen and my parents were busy with their work. They go out early and come back late. I often stay at home alone and wait alone. However, every time I hear the doorbell ring, I think it is the most beautiful music in the world, but my parents are back. I jumped up like a rabbit and opened the door for them excitedly. At that moment, I felt that my previous loneliness was not in vain. As long as my parents are there, I will have all the happiness and happiness. When I am lonely and helpless, my parents accompany me. My parents are with me when I am happy. What am I dissatisfied with? Although I often make them angry and get beaten and scolded, I always believe that beating is pain and scolding is love. I once read in a book that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. Yes, indifference is indifference. If one day my parents leave me alone, what is a little beating and cursing? I love my parents and I love you, so I am willing to accept your education.

Now, I am a junior high school student, and I can take care of myself. But this is not enough. I hope that one day I can take care of my parents and repay their kindness. Of course, the story between my parents and me is more than just parenting. I must tell every story between my parents and me. What do you want me to choose and tell you one by one?

I write with my parents.

Happiness is like quicksand. The tighter I hold, the faster I slip away. Everyone's happiness has a home. Where is my happiness? -inscription

"Hang Hang, Zhuo Zhuo, come out for dinner. Mom cooked your favorite dish. Don't forget to call dad! " The real picture of a week has now become a fantastic picture, and I dare not look forward to it any more.

On Friday, I walked with heavy steps to the river where I could talk. My little feet beat the beautiful and cool waves, and I couldn't help feeling a piercing pain spread all over my body, making my life wish I was dead.

Time whipped me and forced me to go home. I heard a crash as soon as I got up. The next second, the rain hit me mercilessly. The weather in June is really hard to guess. No sooner had the sun come out than it began to rain cats and dogs. Even God has pity on me and cries for me! I came home like a living dead man, and my parents were still quarrelling. Suddenly, my eyes went black, and the next second I knew nothing, and I vaguely heard my mother's anxiety.

When you open your eyes, you can smell an unpleasant and familiar smell-the smell of medicine. The first thing that caught my eye was my mother's wrinkled face. In an instant, my mother's white hair seems to have increased a lot, which surprised me. Seeing such a haggard mother, I couldn't help crying. Mom saw it and asked me with concern. I finally stopped my tears. I saw something dazzling in the corner of my father's eye. I don't know if it's raining or not ...

Halfway through the drip, the silent atmosphere was finally broken. "Since she woke up, I left." Yes, this sentence without temperature was said by my indifferent father. Dad always doesn't like to talk and loves to lose his temper. This time it's because of dad, and mom wants to divorce dad. I hate myself. I have a lot to say in my heart, and I want to persuade them, but when it comes to my throat, I swallow it again.

After the injection, I went home to see a table full of delicious food and a bowl of ginger soup. My father came out and sincerely apologized to my mother. At this time, my mouth was big enough to fill an egg. "Mom and Dad, there is a rainbow."

There are joys and sorrows in the days when I am with my parents. But they always surround me with deep love. Mom and Dad, I love you!

I write with my parents.

In this world, parents will always be a magnificent sea, and children will always be boats that can't stand a little wind and waves. Without the support of parents, how can children sail and sail? Parents will always be towering mountains, and children will always be endless spring water. Without parents' gestation, how can children drop? Parents are always bright green leaves, and children are always beautiful and delicate flowers. How can a child be cute without his parents' foil?

Warm places need plenty of sunshine; Growing birds need to be fed by their parents; We also need parents for the little things we grow up. Are parents our dependence? No, they are our best friends.

Although parents are our friends, they are also our "troubles". Perhaps since I began to understand, I have been a little afraid of my father, because my father always threatens me to do things I can't and don't want to do in a sinister tone.

I remember one time, I was practicing typing, but the accuracy and speed did not exceed the speed and accuracy stipulated by my father. I have been practicing this course, but I have failed again and again. Suddenly my father came, and I didn't notice. My father looked at my grades in this course and was very dissatisfied. He shouted at me angrily, "If you can't play well, you can play for a year." I will "clean up" you in the future! "I was so scared that I knocked on the keyboard feebly when typing, trying to hold back the tears in my eyes. ...

I was scared because I was beaten many times by my father. I know he always keeps his promise, especially in his studies. In this respect, he fights hard with others.

I hope to make friends with my father and reduce my fear of my father.

"Friend", the word that hit my heart. When I clearly saw it flying towards me, I found that my parents were driving the car!

Like everyone else, I refused to open my heart to my mother. Because whenever I have fun, my mother will urge me to study or sleep. Whenever I just come back from that pile of Xiangshan homework and want to play, my mother lets * * * stay. Mom seems to be a hard wall, blocking my happiness.

I hope to make friends with my mother, so that my mother is no longer the hard wall that is not easy to wear out, but my best friend.

In fact, being friends with parents not only reduces parents' fears, but also increases the trust between family ties.

I hope to make friends with my parents!

(3) Ask to write a 600-word composition about my mother and me. Not so good. What is needed is a real 600-word composition made by primary school students.

Mother is a word that children all over the world admire; Motherly love is like a quiet harbor, which nurtures our growth. Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return. Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter. Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter? The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath. Once I had an injection in our school, I felt dizzy. It was noon. When my mother heard about it, she hurried to school without even having lunch and went to see a doctor behind my back. Later, my mother asked for leave to accompany me to the hospital. At that time, I saw my mother very sad. I don't know why, but I also feel a little sad. Another time, my parents and I bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I didn't eat and my mouth was watering. After my mother cut the melon, she gave me a piece of seed with less meat and sweet taste. She eats a lot of melon seeds, and melon meat is not very sweet. But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness. Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? As "Ode to a Wanderer" said, "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, I got three rays of spring.

(4) My story composition with the book is 600 words.

Watching the spring rain, strolling under the starry sky in summer night, enjoying the red maple leaves in autumn and the free flight of winter snow, the beautiful scenery of the four seasons weaves the story of me and my book.

When the spring rain continues, happy rain curtains are woven on the earth one by one, and the outside is flourishing, and the room is leisurely, with a cup of fragrant tea, holding an ancient book, and how many touching stories are under the yellowed pages, which makes me intoxicated. With this indulgence, I thought of the tranquility of "sneaking into the night with the wind, moistening things silently", and recalled the memory of "getting wet clothes, apricot blossoms and blowing cold willows", as if I saw the activity of "fish out in the drizzle and swallows slanting in the breeze" Spring rain, ancient books and fragrant tea make spring more poetic.

The stars are like fighting, and the night is still. I like reading fairy tales and reading minds. I often like to look up at the stars, dance with the prince and princess in the stars and watch the ugly duckling turn into a white swan. Perhaps, everything in the fairy tale world will not come true. But in the busy world, quietly lying on the rattan chair, looking up at the twinkling stars all over the sky, my heart will fly to the underwater palace where the mermaid lives and listen to her moving voice singing moving songs.

Autumn is sunny and fruitful. I like to watch the famous foreign book Who's Who, feel the power of celebrities, and enlighten the way of growth. Beethoven suppressed fate's throat with tenacious will and played a great symphony of fate with unyielding life, which made me understand that even a small life can create miracles in a humble life.

It's snowing in winter, and I'm addicted to ostrovsky's How Steel was Tempered. Paul has experienced numerous failures in his life, but he still treats life optimistically and persistently. The value of a person's life is only so much, but the light of his life shocked me.

How many seasons, in the ink fragrance, I talked with my ancestors, talked with celebrities, walked side by side with birds, bit by bit, and my story with books was recorded in my song-like years. Don't forget to adopt it.

5. The story of my life with my mother, 600 words.

The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. I have learned this ballad by heart, but I never seem to understand it. .

Looking at the free time, it slipped away from me faintly, and it was too late to grasp it. The dark clouds under the sky in childhood have gradually dispersed, and maternal love has been with me until now and in the future. ...

"Motherly love" is such a simple word. You don't need gorgeous language to describe it, and you don't need earth-shattering events. On the contrary, it exists silently, which is more reflected in the trivial things of life.

Life trivia one or two

Early in the morning, I heard my mother cooking in the kitchen That's it. Mother always prepares breakfast before I get up.

Then only my mother kept nagging: eat quickly, eat more, have you got enough clothes, be late for school and be careful on the road ... this is what my mother repeats every day. I used to be annoyed by my mother's nagging, but now I cherish it more and more and enjoy it more and more.

This is the most common time, of course, there are also unusual times.

I got sick that time. I was lying in a hospital bed with my mother always with me. she is always as busy as a bee. Bring me a thermometer, bring me water, give me medicine, peel fruit ... She seems to be more anxious and haggard than me in the hospital bed. (Because the disease was born in me, but the pain was in my mother's heart)

These are the two most insignificant things in daily life, but they embody the greatest maternal love.

Motherly love is everywhere, selfless and great. When you are sad, it is comfort; When depressed, it is hope; When it is weak, it is strength. It is a source of sympathy, love and tolerance. As long as you feel and experience with your heart, you will ripple in the ocean of love.

Mom, you are the source, a diary that I can't finish all my life, and a poem that I can't finish singing!

6. A 600-word composition about me and the science story.

Today, my mother bought me a set of parts for a model airplane. I jumped three feet high with joy, and a lovely little face turned into a big red peony in the blink of an eye, and I still twisted * * *, not to mention that happiness. In the afternoon, Deng Sai and Bai Fan were invited to help me assemble the model.

The work is ready. I divided the "tasks" for Bai Fan and Dunsai and started to act. I glued the deck with universal glue first, and then installed the cab. By this time, Deng Sai had finished playing the five-star red flag. Then I glued it on and started to make the hull. I put the bottom of the boat together with two bottom plates, and then put two side plates on it. Hmm! The basic shape of the ship is ready. Then, I fixed the hull with screws. At this time, the screw seems to be playing hide-and-seek with us, but it can't be found. Suddenly I thought that Zhang Yunchao had screws at home, so I ran to his house and asked for some. I came back sweating like a pig. But I didn't say anything, so I screwed it right away. In the end, only those tiny parts need to be installed, which is a big problem. I was just about to give up when Bai Fan said to me, "Shao Quanlin, didn't your mother tell you! Don't give up halfway, or you can't do anything well. Come and teach you how to do it. " After some guidance from Bai Fan, I realized that this was Zhang Fei eating bean sprouts-a piece of cake. Three times five divided by two is done. Take a closer look, ha! What a style! In order to be more realistic, we installed several small windows in the cockpit and made an observation room! We cheered and put the boat into the water to see its heroic posture on the water, but unexpectedly, the boat did not move, as if it were against us. At this time, Deng Sai shouted: "Ah! I forgot to make the motor! Sorry, hehehehe! " Both Bai Fan and I stared at him. Can also contribute, and then put the copper core and iron sheet in Madanes, and then screw the motor and install it on the ship. Then, install cannons and planes. Ha! A model aircraft carrier was born. We put it in the water and saw it swimming happily. ...

(7) My story composition with my mother, more than 600 words in junior high school.

Mom and I are both fine. Since childhood, I grew up in my mother's arms; Every night, as long as I touch my mother's big and thick ears, I can fall asleep soon. When my mother is away, I am like a little beggar, so pitiful. We are mother and son, but sometimes we are more like friends. I'm willing to tell my mother anything. A child with a mother is really a treasure!

However, not long ago, my mother and I broke out in a "war", and my good days were gone, alas!

Here's the thing. I have slept with my mother since I was a child. Especially in winter, I like sleeping between my parents best. On the one hand, my father's strong arms are particularly safe; On one side is my mother's gentle embrace, especially warm, and my mother's big ears. Sleep is really a kind of happiness. With the growth of age, my mother said that I should learn to be independent and sleep alone when I grow up, so I have my own bed, but my mother often sleeps with me. But just a few days ago, after my tenth birthday, my mother said that I must sleep alone and never come to accompany me again. I don't think so, because my mother always says so, but every time she beats me, she will sleep with me.

That night, it was bedtime, and before my mother came, I ran over and begged her, "Mom, why don't you sleep next to me at night?" Mother stared at the TV, nodded absently and said, "You go to sleep first. I'll come if I want to sleep." I slept peacefully. But I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and the quilt beside me didn't move. I waited and waited, but my mother didn't come. Is mom still watching TV? I lay in bed and continued to wait. The wind roared outside the window, the curtains were lifted and trembled slightly, and occasionally dogs barked, which was particularly loud in this silent night, as if something terrible was about to happen. I have no choice. I got up quickly and ran to my mother's room. The TV has been turned off, and mother is sleeping soundly. My heart is twitching violently. I can't tell whether I am sad or angry. I ran back to my room, hid in my backyard and sobbed softly. My heart is full of resentment: I clearly promised to sleep next to me, and I didn't keep my word! Dad is so old, why do you want to sleep next to him? He also taught me to be honest, so I couldn't do it myself ... The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt, the more wronged I felt, and finally I burst into tears.

Woke up the next morning and found the pillowcase wet with tears. I was very angry. At this time, my mother casually came over and asked me, "Son, what did you eat this morning?" I was so angry that I said bitterly, "I won't eat!" " "Get up and pack everything, carry my book and go to school. I slammed the door when I went out, and there was a loud noise, and my heart was a little relieved.

As soon as I came home from school in the afternoon, I hid in the study and did my homework, completely ignoring my mother. I will hug my mother as usual, because I have been away from my mother for a day. My mother came to me and asked, "What's the matter, son?" Obviously hypocritical, you don't know what you have done?

When I was sleeping at night, my mother didn't watch TV, so she kindly came to sleep next to me. I kicked her away, pulled all the quilts over and said mercilessly, "Go away!" " Mother had to go away. Looking at my mother's back, I am a little reluctant, but as I said, it is difficult to keep her. After a while, she came again and said softly, "I'm sorry, son, I accidentally fell asleep last night." Besides, your father is drunk, and your mother has to watch him. If anything happens to his father, I can take care of him. You are so old that you should learn to be independent. How dare you be angry with me? " Let's see, it's really not easy for my mother to take care of me and my father. Besides, I don't want to sleep alone at night, so I reluctantly said, "Well, I'll forgive you this time! You must sleep next to me tonight. " "Son, mom can't sleep next to you all her life. From now on, mom won't leave without sleeping with you. She can't sleep with you all night. " "This ... this ..." I couldn't help looking at my mother's resolute appearance. Forget it, that's it!

My mother and I are back together. But when I wake up in the middle of the night, I will still go to my parents' room to squeeze the bed. When they are in a good mood, I will succeed and have a good sleep after midnight; When my mother is helpless, she should accompany me back to my room to sleep; When they were in a bad mood, I was yelled at and fled, and went back to the house in anger. As a result, a modest "war" broke out again. And I grew up in this "war".

Mother is also very helpless, always sighing and saying, "When will my son grow up?" ! At that time, if mom wanted to sleep next to you, you would hate it. "

"So I haven't grown up! Then you should cherish the time when I sleep with you! " I don't know what their adults think!

The fragmented composition "My Mom's Story" should have a subtitle of 600 words.

My mother gave me life. During my growing up, many things happened between my mother and me, and everything impressed me deeply.

I remember one night, I was reading in my room, and my mother came to help me check my homework. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me loudly, "Gao Tengxiao, what's wrong with you?" You made three mistakes when you calculated the problem of intersection 6! What a pity! "It turned out that my mother found that I made too many verbal mistakes, and I was so angry that I didn't play. My mother picked up a pencil and hit me hard on the head. I thought indignantly at that time: "Are the questions at the three intersections wrong? "You don't have to scold me like that. Are you still hitting me so hard? " At the thought of this, I jumped up and shouted at my mother, "Why did you hit me?" Why did you hit me? "Mom has been angry, see me so add fuel to the fire, add fuel to the fire. Angry mother yelled at me again, "Don't you dare talk back …", picked up a small stick next to me and hit me until I screamed in pain, and my mother stopped hitting me.

By the time my mother came out of the room, I was already very angry, and the anger in my heart almost burned me out. I opened the drawer of my desk in a daze, and without hesitation, I picked up the notebook of my conversation with my mother-the dialogue record of my heart, tore it into pieces and threw it on the ground. I was so happy that I finally threw up. But after a while, I began to regret it again: this is my heart dialogue book with my mother! How can you tear it off at will? I really want to slap myself.

At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in. She saw the messy pieces of paper on the ground. Without saying a word, she just squatted down and picked them up one by one, then folded them neatly and put them in the drawer. Then I sat down and reasoned with me calmly, and I slowly calmed down and felt that what I did was really wrong.

My mother and I wrote 600 words.

My mother and I are natural "best friends". There are many interesting things about us, just like the sand on the ground. do you want to hear them? If you want to listen, just listen to me.

That day, I want to go to the swimming pool to have a water fight. I thought my mother would readily agree. However, to my surprise, my mother said, "Son, you can think of this idea, too, can't you!" As soon as I saw my mother's stubbornness, I took out the soft trick of "coquetry" "Mom, mom, good mom, just leave me alone, just this once." I put my arm around my mother as I spoke. "No is no!" Mother always refused to show the "white flag". I see this trick still doesn't work. As soon as I turned my eyes, I had a plan-the "bait hides the hook" in the 36 plans. I immediately turned my face into a flattering expression and said with a sly smile, "Last time my father gave me an hour's fee, but my father was much worse than my mother." I will definitely give me two hours! " Just now, my mother, who was puzzled by the monk Zhang Er, immediately made a 180 degree turn. She said to me, "hey, I'm an adult, but I can't compete with a child!" "Go, go!" I was secretly happy and flew out like a caged bird.

Two hours passed unconsciously. When I got home, I saw my mother going into a rage (I got my clothes dirty) and quickly said to her, "Mom, look!" " "At this time I quickly put oil on my feet-I ran away. After a while, I came to my mother, knelt down in front of her, and said, "Mother, my daughter repents to you!" " "This time. Mother had to smile and say, "hey, it's true that tofu fell into the ash." Neither blowing nor playing. "

Students, you say, are my mother and I worthy of the name "girlfriends"?