Life, I find that too many people to thank, thank the teachers taught me, thank my friends for supporting me, thank the students to take care of me, I am most grateful to the mother or father, they My love is meticulous cultivation and I'll never forget their kindness.

I want to thank my mother, she is a teacher, but also my friend. A child, I encountered something happy or sad, always looking for my mother to talk to, how busy mother also lay down the work at hand, patiently listened to my words that is full of childish, after listening to my mother always has something good words to coax me happy, in short, I met an unhappy thing, the first thought is my mother, perhaps, someone will ask why? I always smiled and replied: because my mother is my friend, because my mother is my friend. Either before or now, an encounter unhappy things, the first thought is my mother. Thanks Mom, thanks to my friend.

Of course, my mother was not only my close friends, or my "good teacher." Every day I came home from school, homework will not play if the mother would laugh and said to me: "good macro, you can not finish the first job in the fun?" I would blushing replied: " Yes, "I gradually get rid of this bad habit, learn, if I do not meet the subject, my mother always, will come over, explain to me over and over again until I understand what you said I The good teacher is not very competent ah. Thanks Mom, thanks to my "good teacher."

My mother is both a "good teacher" or my "guardian angel." One night, my father on business. I suddenly feel like there are countless needle body in the thorn-like discomfort, such as lying on the stove as hot, throat especially uncomfortable. Exception of my mother to see, touch a mold of my forehead, said: "so hot ah, may a high fever." She took a volume of the thermometer, "ah, 40 ℃", have to get to the hospital, "said, I rushed to hold a nearby hospital emergency room, let the doctor help me diagnose the troubles. After a child, the doctor told me I had the flu, high fever, to an intravenous drip. I heard the shots but also to an intravenous drip legs look soft ( Because I fear injections), some earnestly persuaded by her mother, and I finally bite the bullet and accepted the treatment. when the big needle bar turns small needle me, I can not stand the pain, tears, "Pakistani Palestinian despair despair" to fell off. mother side of the cheeks to help me wipe the tears as he encouraged me: "Son, brave. This is a test of our life, get over, you're a little man! "After listening to my mother, my peace of mind a lot, unconsciously, I was lying in bed asleep. When I woke up, my mother still keep next to me. You say my" guardian angel "is not very dedicated ah, ah, thanks Mom, thanks to my "guardian angel"!