As Mill said, "Motherly love is the greatest power in the world." My mother is great, too. I can't count the things she has done for me.

I am a girl who doesn't like to tidy up the room, so I feel very warm because I like it. But my parents and friends are very worried about it, and they have advised me many times that I just go in one ear and out the other. I don't like people imposing demands on me. My mother scolded me severely that day, and I had a quarrel with her about it. I'm a spoiled baby since I was a child, never. I scolded my mother and then turned my head back to my pigsty. I cried my eyes out. I know my mother is kind to me, but I just don't want to.

I went to class and came back to see my mother lying on the sofa. I glanced at her. When I opened the room, I saw a clean and tidy room. A breeze blew in from the window, ringing bells and faint fragrance.

I picked up a piece of paper and wrote a sentence on it: Motherly love, brushed my cheek with warm spring breeze, like the blue sky, gave me a broad embrace, like the vast sea, gave me countless cares, sorry mom. ...

I put the newspaper beside my mother's bed when a kind voice said, "Dinner, son." "Oh" at this moment I left tears of happiness. I am lucky because I have a mother who loves me, and her love will never be exposed. ...

Grade 6 of Malan Primary School in Tianshan District, Urumqi, Xinjiang: Liu Xinyu

-500 words

Chapter 2: Motherly love grows with me.

Hengshan county chengxi complete primary school Peng Zhiyuan

There are all kinds of love in the world, among which maternal love is the most selfless love. Motherly love is like twinkling stars all over the sky, illuminating pedestrians in the dark. The two brightest "stars" appear in my mind from time to time.

Once, my mother found that my eyes were blinking all the time. She immediately put down her work and took me to the provincial children's hospital for examination. After the examination, I found myself poisoned by lead, accompanied by symptoms of spleen deficiency. The doctor said to take medicine for a long time, but my mother was afraid that eating too much would be bad for her health, so she looked up information in books, TV, newspapers and the Internet to see if there were any fruits and vegetables to treat spleen deficiency and reduce the side effects of drug treatment. In order to make me eat more, I try to cook in a different way; In order to make me love to eat, I constantly change the varieties of vegetables, and sometimes I buy some fruits to treat spleen deficiency. In order to make me better as soon as possible, try to reduce the workload of homework, and constantly encourage me to strengthen physical exercise.

My mother is my elder and my teacher. My mother often chats with me and asks me how I study, fearing that I will not study hard and attentively. When I get good grades, my mother will give me some praise and rewards. When my grades are not satisfactory, my mother will criticize and educate me. Then look at me with hopeful eyes, analyze the reasons why I didn't do well in the exam with kind words, and encourage me to do better in the next exam. What impressed me the most was what my mother said: "We should not only regard study as a habit, but also regard diligence as a habit."

Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. She is a bright light to illuminate my growth and let me run bravely on the road of life.

Peng Zhiyuan, Grade 5, Shanxian West Complete Primary School, Hengyang County, Hunan Province

-500 words

Chapter 3: Motherly love grows with me.

We grew up in the love of our parents. Parents' love is a kind smile and kind words; It is enthusiastic encouragement and strict requirements. Everyone will feel the depth and breadth of their parents' love, and I also feel it. Those motherly loves will never be forgotten by me.

It was when I was six years old. I have a fever at night, and my mother has been taking care of me. When I woke up, I saw my mother asleep, but he kept holding my hand. I immediately touched my forehead, ah! I no longer have a fever. I know very well that it was my mother and maternal love that brought down my fever.

The other time was when I 18 years old. I was about to go home after school when it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. I was in a hurry and thought: What should I do? I didn't bring my umbrella. I heard from other students that the rain will not stop until tomorrow. Do I have to spend the night here?

Just when I was in a hurry, a familiar figure appeared in front of my eyes. It was my mother who came to pick me up with an umbrella. Along the way, I watched my mother hold an umbrella beside me. At this moment, a drop of water fell from my head. That's not rain, but affectionate eyes and tears! When I got home, I didn't have any wet body, but my mother became a "chicken soaking".

At night, my mother has been sneezing. I think: if it weren't for my mother's love, my mother wouldn't catch a cold.

Motherly love is kind, great, kind and enthusiastic! She grew up with me and inspired me to grow up.

Wang Jiang Jingzhen Central Primary School Grade 5: Xue Jingjing.

-450 words

Chapter Four: Motherly love grows with me.

"One day, her feather clothes disappeared and she changed into coarse cloth-she has decided to be a mother." This is a sentence in the essay "Mother's Feather" by Taiwan Province woman writer Zhang Xiaofeng.

Every time I read this, I think of my mother who took care of me since I was a child.

It's very cold in a cold room. My hands and feet are always cold when I sleep with my mother. My hands and feet always reach into my mother's bed and touch her warm skin coldly. My mother is often awakened. "Your hands and feet are so cold, I'll lick them for you." When I am sleepy, I will say impatiently, "No, no, leave me alone." But the hands and feet still depend on the mother.

My home is far from school, so I have to rush out of my house early to squeeze the bus. I just eat breakfast casually, and I get hungry in the third class in the morning. My stomach is growling and I can't listen well in class. My mother always says "get up early tomorrow", but in the morning, my mother still can't bear to wake me up early from bed. Therefore, every time I have the first class, my mother, who is a teacher in a school with me, will send me something to eat by herself or others. It seems that I am the only one in the class who has this convenience. Some classmates will envy me, but I feel like a child who hasn't grown up and lost face.

Until one day I finally couldn't help it and lost my temper with my mother: "I'm not hungry, so don't send me any more meals." Hearing this, my mother stood at the door of my classroom, with food in her hand, without saying a word. Looking at my mother's embarrassment, at that moment, I felt that I broke her heart. My mother hasn't sent me food since. My mother told me that I was hungry, so I went to her office to get it myself. I haven't eaten anything at my mother's house for several days. But my willfulness is no match for hunger. I sneaked into my mother's office that day on an excuse. My mother asked me, "Are you hungry?" I'm a little embarrassed. My mother put the hot chopped green onion cake on the heater. I took a big bite. The chopped green onion cake is really fragrant, and it is also the taste of mother's love …

Warm maternal love and fragrant maternal love accompany me to grow up day by day and year by year.

Comments: sincere feelings, exquisite ideas. There is a deep maternal love between the lines. (Instructor: Wang Shuang)

-700 words

Chapter 5: Motherly love grows with me.

There is a person, no matter where you go, she can't give up her concern for you, and she is willing to dedicate her life to you selflessly; There is a kind of love that you can ask for and enjoy at will, but don't ask for too much in return-this person is called mom; This kind of love is called maternal love!

My mother is strict and kind to me, and her teaching and meticulous love will always accompany me to grow up.

There are always people who support us, and there is always a kind of love that makes us heartache. This person is the mother, and this kind of love is maternal love. Mother is the greatest, and those who are bathed in maternal love are the happiest. Motherly love is like a bright lamp, which illuminates the inner darkness of children and the way forward. It grows with me and gives me strength.

When I was young, my mother was very kind. Even if I make a mistake, she always embraces my indulgence with her broad mind and moistens me with a smile. I am very happy, very happy.

My mother changed when I was growing up. She is no longer amiable. She became serious and demanded me severely from time to time. Because she knows that I am an eagle, I must fly into the blue sky, not lie in her arms, but learn to be independent. But when my mother beat me, I found her in tears, and then I knew how much my mother's heart hurt.

When I grew up, I became independent and went abroad to study, but she still called me every day and said that she missed me very much. Every time I go home, she yells at me, which makes me confused. So I asked my mother why, and my mother told me that only when I was by her side would she teach me and let me take the next step better. In my opinion, maternal love has not changed, but in a different way, and maternal love is deeper.

When I grow up, my mother knows that I have grown up and don't need her anymore. She can only silently support me by my side and moisten me with the drizzle of her love, even if it is so small and subtle. Although my mother is gone, her voice and smile have become an eternal landscape in my memory.

Motherly love is like a swallow in spring, which brings us intoxicating light. Mother's love flows into every corner of our hearts like gurgling water. Motherly love is the most touching song, which plays the most holy rhyme for us. When Mother's Day comes, say, "I love you!" " "Well, love doesn't have to be ashamed to say it.

Senior one of Zefu Middle School: Zhang Dandan

-700 words

Chapter VI: Motherly love grows with me.

"One day, her feather clothes disappeared and she changed into coarse cloth-she has decided to be a mother." This is a sentence in the essay "Mother's Feather" by Taiwan Province woman writer Zhang Xiaofeng.

Every time I read this, I think of my mother who took care of me since I was a child.

It's very cold in a cold room. My hands and feet are always cold when I sleep with my mother. My hands and feet always reach into my mother's bed and touch her warm skin coldly. My mother is often awakened. "Your hands and feet are so cold, I'll lick them for you." When I am sleepy, I will say impatiently, "No, no, leave me alone." But the hands and feet still depend on the mother.

My home is far from school, so I have to rush out of my house early to squeeze the bus. I just eat breakfast casually, and I get hungry in the third class in the morning. My stomach is growling and I can't listen well in class. My mother always says "get up early tomorrow", but in the morning, my mother still can't bear to wake me up early from bed. Therefore, every time I have the first class, my mother, who is a teacher in a school with me, will send me something to eat by herself or others. It seems that I am the only one in the class who has this convenience. Some classmates will envy me, but I feel like a child who hasn't grown up and lost face.

Until one day I finally couldn't help it and lost my temper with my mother: "I'm not hungry, so don't send me any more meals." Hearing this, my mother stood at the door of my classroom, with food in her hand, without saying a word. Looking at my mother's embarrassment, at that moment, I felt that I broke her heart. My mother hasn't sent me food since. My mother told me that I was hungry, so I went to her office to get it myself. I haven't eaten anything at my mother's house for several days. But my willfulness is no match for hunger. I sneaked into my mother's office that day on an excuse. My mother asked me, "Are you hungry?" I'm a little embarrassed. My mother put the hot chopped green onion cake on the heater. I took a big bite. The chopped green onion cake is really fragrant, and it is also the taste of mother's love …

Warm maternal love and fragrant maternal love accompany me to grow up day by day and year by year.

Comments: sincere feelings, exquisite ideas. There is a deep maternal love between the lines. (Instructor: Wang Shuang)

-700 words

Chapter 7: Motherly love, accompany me to grow up.

Do you still remember that kind smiling face, that kind and warm greeting, those rough hands holding those gentle little hands ... yes, I remember them all.

I am no longer the little girl who is not sensible. In retrospect, the scenes of love once warmed my heart. I think I will be happy wherever I am in the future.

That day, I did badly in the exam and was in a bad mood. I had a big lunch. Bamboo shoots are not my "enemy", but I still can't help but put a few more mouthfuls in my mouth to taste. My mother was worried when she watched me eat endlessly like that. She said, "Don't eat too much." I just felt so warm at that time. You don't need too many languages, this sentence is enough. Back to my room, I silently said to myself: Come on, don't fall behind, even for my mother, I will work hard! I know my mother doesn't need me, as long as I study hard now, honor my elders when I grow up and have a good reputation outside, there is no better gift than this!

How many days and nights, those warm hands are reluctant to leave those little hands. My mother has a mountain in her heart. She wants to take me to the top of the mountain to overlook the world. I also know that besides my own efforts and the help of outsiders, my mother's love is also indispensable. When I see the world at the top of the mountain, what comes to mind is not the bumpy road, but my mother's contribution, my mother's suffering and my mother's warm hand that never gives up!

How well that poem is written;

Mom, you are the blue sky and I am a bird. Only when you hug me can I fly higher!

Mom, you are a small river, and I am a drop of rain in it. Only under your protection can I live a carefree life!

Mom, you are the sea, and I am a boat in the sea. Only with your help can I sail!

Mom, now you can rest assured! When my daughter grows up, she is no longer afraid of wind and rain, because your warm maternal love will grow with me!

-600 words

Chapter 8: Mom, grow up with me.

Mom, grow up with me.

Mom, what a good word. My mother is my first teacher, and she grew up with me.

Since I was born, my mother has nursed me with sweet milk; When I learn to speak, my mother always takes pains to teach me to speak again and again. Since I learned to walk, my mother has always helped me with every step. When I really learned to walk, I accidentally fell down. My mother didn't help me and let me get up alone. Since I was literate, my mother taught me the words "motherland, people, mother EEE" and wrote down the words "I love motherland and people EEE". My mother has been with me 10 years. I am no longer a baby snuggled up to my mother, but a little swallow full of feathers. My mother gave me strict training. She said to me earnestly, "son, your mother gave you precious life." You still have a long way to go. You have to go by yourself. "

Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother will say to me: "Difficulties are like springs, and if you are weak, he will be strong"; Whenever I fail, my mother says to me, "Where there is failure, there is success, and failure is the same as success"; Whenever I am successful and proud, my mother says to me, "Proud peacocks can't fly."

With the growth of knowledge, I am faced with the choice of learning methods. At this time, my mother taught me to remember Einstein's famous saying "success = hard work+correct learning method+don't lie". Mom also said, "A drop of water wears away the stone, but a rope saws off the wood." .

My mother grew up with me 10 years. My mother is an excellent mother and a successful psychological counselor. On the road of my life, I will become stronger as long as I have my mother's company.

-500 words

Chapter 9: Motherly love grows with me.

Motherly love grows with me.

There is a kind of love in the world, great and ordinary. This kind of love is selfless and great. Its innocence and sweetness nourish me. This kind of love is maternal love. Motherly love is warm, the most unforgettable and the most unforgettable.

I remember being in poor health when I was a child. A cold is a common occurrence, and it is even more common to go in and out of the clinic. My mother has been with me for intravenous drip. Every time my mother always sends me to the clinic, she goes home to cook and then sends me the food there. Every time she always feeds me bite by bite, watching her blow the rice in the spoon bite by bite. When I watched the sweat on my mother's head fall like a broken bead, my tears poured out like spring water. When my mother saw it, she nervously asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother talks about silly children, but her hands hold me tightly. At that time, it felt as if time had stood still at that moment, which belonged to me and my mother, a beautiful moment.

Mother is like a wall, blocking the wind and rain and the scorching sun, so that we can thrive without wind and rain; Mother is like a kind mother bird, touching us with loving hands every day, encouraging us to fly to the blue sky. My mother is also like this, caring for me. What makes me particularly grateful is that when I am lost, my mother often gives me guidance and encouragement, so that that profound truth takes root in my heart. She is my first teacher.

I clearly remember that it was several years ago. In an exam, my grades were not satisfactory. After school, the students went home happily, but I slowly packed my schoolbag. Jin Doudou rolled in front of her. I dragged my tired body and walked home step by step with heavy steps. Compared with the past, the schoolbag seems to be much heavier. The birds in the tree twittered as if laughing at me. My eyes are full of pictures of my mother tutoring me to review my lessons in the middle of the night, full of teachers' expectant eyes, full of classmates' sarcasm and ridicule ... everything makes me feel ashamed. When I finally got home, my mother saw my depressed face and understood everything. She comforted me gently and told me how to see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Then, my mother also helped me analyze the problem and told me how to solve it. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally understood the root of losing points, and my mother smiled comfortably. My mother gave me love selflessly and made me thrive.

To thank our mother. Do something for her, even if it's just washing feet and cleaning tables and chairs. I believe that these trivial actions will definitely soothe my mother's tired heart. I remember when I was a child, I was very headstrong. I can't give my things to others or be taken away by others without my consent. One day, I came home from school and saw my sister crying. My mother coaxed her with a stuffed bear that I was going to throw away. I was angry at that time because my mother took my things without my permission. I rushed over and threw the stuffed bear to the ground. My mother didn't comfort me as usual. After my sister left, my mother severely criticized me. I know how to be tolerant and love.

Yes, it is my mother who often rings alarm bells in my ears; It is also my mother who often teaches me to be honest, trustworthy and brave. Or my mother often guides me to study! Maternal love is deep, and maternal love is selfless and great. I have to feel with my heart, to feel, to be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. This year's Mother's Day reminds me of what a philosopher said: A mother is a book that can't be read. Yes! I will never forget the love my mother gave me, and I will never forget it all my life!

Sixth grade: Li Jiaying

-1200 words

Motherly love grows with me.

Mom, the storm in the sky is coming, the bird is hiding in the nest, and the storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. -inscription

I am a seedling, you are the rain and dew, nourishing my dry heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love.

In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school. But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself. As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school. When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it. Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye. What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere. Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night. But on second thought, dew is extraordinary. As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings.

Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little. When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always came to help me take them down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high. I like walking on the grass covered with dew when I go to school in the morning. I'm afraid that when I roll up my trouser legs, my mother will kneel down and say, "I'll do it." Then carefully help me pull up my pants. Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memory.

When she grew up, my mother always said, "Let him go." Once I met a math problem, I wanted to ask my father, "He thinks for himself." My mother's voice pulled me to the table again, and I finally did it. On the way to school, without my mother's company, she will always say that you are a junior high school student and you should learn to stand on your own feet.

Ah, I see, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, but love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and flowering at any time, will decorate this path with flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not be sad. Sometimes growing up is not complicated, sometimes I take a big step in my mind in an instant, and that morning with dew makes me grow up in maternal love.

Chai sang's fourth grade: Zhouyi

-800 words

Chapter 1 1: Motherly love grew with me.

Motherly love grows with me.

There is a kind of love in the world, great and ordinary. This kind of love is selfless and great. Its innocence and sweetness nourish me. This kind of love is maternal love. Motherly love is warm, the most unforgettable and the most unforgettable.

I remember being in poor health when I was a child. A cold is a common occurrence, and it is even more common to go in and out of the clinic. My mother has been with me for intravenous drip. Every time my mother always sends me to the clinic, she goes home to cook and then sends me the food there. Every time she always feeds me bite by bite, watching her blow the rice in the spoon bite by bite. When I watched the sweat on my mother's head fall like a broken bead, my tears poured out like spring water. When my mother saw it, she nervously asked me if it hurt. I shook my head and threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother talks about silly children, but her hands hold me tightly. At that time, it felt as if time had stood still at that moment, which belonged to me and my mother, a beautiful moment.

Mother is like a wall, blocking the wind and rain and the scorching sun, so that we can thrive without wind and rain; Mother is like a kind mother bird, touching us with loving hands every day, encouraging us to fly to the blue sky. My mother is also like this, caring for me. What makes me particularly grateful is that when I am lost, my mother often gives me guidance and encouragement, so that that profound truth takes root in my heart. She is my first teacher.

I clearly remember that it was several years ago. In an exam, my grades were not satisfactory. After school, the students went home happily, but I slowly packed my schoolbag. Jin Doudou rolled in front of her. I dragged my tired body and walked home step by step with heavy steps. Compared with the past, the schoolbag seems to be much heavier. The birds in the tree twittered as if laughing at me. My eyes are full of pictures of my mother tutoring me to review my lessons in the middle of the night, full of teachers' expectant eyes, full of classmates' sarcasm and ridicule ... everything makes me feel ashamed. When I finally got home, my mother saw my depressed face and understood everything. She comforted me gently and told me how to see the rainbow without experiencing wind and rain. Then, my mother also helped me analyze the problem and told me how to solve it. Under the guidance of my mother, I finally understood the root of losing points, and my mother smiled comfortably. My mother gave me love selflessly and made me thrive.

To thank our mother. Do something for her, even if it's just washing feet and cleaning tables and chairs. I believe that these trivial actions will definitely soothe my mother's tired heart. I remember when I was a child, I was very headstrong. I can't give my things to others or be taken away by others without my consent. One day, I came home from school and saw my sister crying. My mother coaxed her with a stuffed bear that I was going to throw away. I was angry at that time because my mother took my things without my permission. I rushed over and threw the stuffed bear to the ground. My mother didn't comfort me as usual. After my sister left, my mother severely criticized me. I know how to be tolerant and love.

Yes, it is my mother who often rings alarm bells in my ears; It is also my mother who often teaches me to be honest, trustworthy and brave. Or my mother often guides me to study! Maternal love is deep, and maternal love is selfless and great. I have to feel with my heart, to feel, to be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. This year's Mother's Day reminds me of what a philosopher said: A mother is a book that can't be read. Yes! I will never forget the love my mother gave me, and I will never forget it all my life!

Sixth grade: Li Jiaying

-1200 words

Chapter 12: Motherly love, grow up with me.

I have grown up. When I happened to see a white silk on my mother's head, I found that years were eroding her life. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When I dropped a rice on the table, I found my mother very distressed. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When my mother's muddy hands touched my head. And when I desperately wanted to escape, I found that there was liquid flowing in my mother's eyes. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When my mother handed me a pile of change, but I didn't care, I found my mother still smiling, smiling brightly. Mom, is she old?

There should be a mother's dream hidden in the leaves of the plane! The rolling river flows to me with my mother's youth! Every time my mother writes to me, there are only a few lines, but there are many typos. Those words are like an old man bending over with a cane. But! Mother, it should be practicing her son's name on paper over and over again in countless sleepless nights! Stroke by stroke, bit by bit saturated with loneliness, lovesickness and blessings. Therefore, only her son's name is so beautiful.

I have grown up. When I saw my mother's rickety back walking around in the field, I found that my mother became weak, as if a gentle gust of wind would fall down. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When I used an umbrella to shelter my mother from the wind and rain, I found that my mother was getting shorter and shorter. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When I touched my mother's wrinkled face, I found a trace of reluctance on her face like pine bark. Mom, is she old?

I have grown up. When I sent my mother a bill in a small envelope, I found my mother unhappy. Mom, is she old?

The song of youth is not repeated, and the geese flying south are no longer geese flying in the evening. Children in the reeds are playing, they should grow up!

I have grown up. Under the care of maternal love, I grew up. At the same time, my mother is old. Her vicissitudes of life touched my tearful face. I know, I should have taken over the burden on my mother's shoulder a long time ago.

In this bleak autumn, I just want to bring you a piece of green and the most beautiful and simple words in my heart. In fact, you also know: I love you! Mom!

-700 words

Article 13: "Love" grows with me.

Today, our school held an activity to donate school supplies for children in poor mountainous areas.

After the second class, the students lined up on the playground. I saw the leaders of the school sitting on the rostrum, and there were school supplies donated by various classes of the school next to the rostrum. This is the day before yesterday, students came to school with their school supplies, ready to donate to students in mountainous areas. And I bought pencils, erasers, notebooks and so on for students in mountainous areas. The activity began, and the headmaster began to speak: "Our activity this time is to donate school supplies for students in poor mountainous areas. Compared with them, students are so happy. But they have no money to go to school, so they can only work for their parents to make money. How much they want to study ... "The headmaster made a touching speech. At this time, I seem to see the smiling faces of students in poor mountainous areas and the back of them happily carrying schoolbags to school when they receive these donated items. I can't help feeling proud and excited. I think: those children were born in poor mountain villages and want to go to school every day, which is an extravagant hope for them. Even when they go to school, they have to bear more family burdens than children in the city with their tender shoulders. I remember reading a letter from a child in a poor mountainous area in the newspaper, which appealed: "People can't choose their origins, but they can change their lives. I want to change my destiny, but nothing can be changed without books and knowledge. I want to study, I want to study! "

Through today's activities, I feel that our children living in the city are living happily under the red flag, growing up and in the golden age of their lives. In this beautiful learning environment, we should cherish time, cherish life, love learning, keep exploring and advancing on the scientific road, and contribute to the prosperity of the motherland!

-550 words

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