初一作文初一抒情作文：The mother's love

　　 Between trance, graduate school, oneself also is on the high level of the school.Suddenly look back, a few years of time slipping away.Every day, my mother always bright days, puts the first light of dawn.In a corner occasionally through the crack of the door.Open the cold water, mother holding a dish washing, rubbing, back and forth the mire.After washing, mother would consciously put his hands on her lips, I breathe.And then into the work, her mother constantly cut the food, is so adept technique.Every day, in my home is always so told, constantly greeting when I go home.Every day, it's always hard for me to wash the dirty clothes…Unconsciously, the mother is old.But,I know, my mother has always been very beautiful, because of the "mess" of the flowers is always beautiful.