A person is in a daze when facing the computer. He doesn’t know where to start or where to write. However, there are many emotions in my heart, and I want to write them in words to express my inner feelings. Today is Women’s Day. Seeing the diary published by Xiao Wu expressing my love for my mother, I still feel a little bit. I also want to write something to thank my mother. In fact, I wanted to write about my mother in the candlelight for a long time. At that time, I had some inexplicable feelings in my heart when I sang “mother in the candlelight” on the singer of Yu Quan I am. I wanted to write something, express your respect to your mother! But I always don’t know where to start. Today, I finally have the courage to write down the truest feelings in my heart! The mother in the candlelight pulled down the veil of the night at dusk, and the night covered the sky seemed to want to devour the whole earth. Thousands of candles lit up the world with faint light and warmed our hearts! —— Inscription the thousands of candles under the night lit up mother’s figure with faint light, and also lit up the whole world. As night fell, I dragged my tired body and fell into the warm bed early after playing for a day. It seemed that sleeping was the most enjoyable thing at this moment! I don’t know when I woke up. Rubbing my eyes, I vaguely saw a faint beam of light hitting the ground from the crack on the door and looking through the crack quietly, my mother’s thin figure sewed and mended under the dim light, and she could hear her cough occasionally. The shadow of her mother on the ground seemed so tall that she went back to the bed quietly and her eyes seemed to be filled with sand, wet! This should be the deepest touch in my heart! Many people should have been touched by their mother! It’s just that we all choose to put it in our hearts! It seems that I have forgotten it after a long time! How many people haven’t talked with their mother for a long time? How long haven’t they had dinner with their mother? How long haven’t they asked their mother how she is recently, ask your mother if she is unhappy. What can I help! In fact, my mother really hoped that we could spend more time chatting and eating with her. It’s just that my mother won’t take the initiative to tell us, so please spend more time with my mother! Having seen such a public service advertisement, my mother prepared the New Year dinner at home and waited for her children to go home for dinner, but after a while all the women called and said that they would not go home. My mother stared at a TV without signal disappointedly. I have also seen such an advertisement that my mother accompanied us through the same road in our childhood, youth and youth. When we were middle-aged, we turned back to find that my mother was not around, looking back, I found that my mother was far away from us. Take mother’s hands, those rough hands that have held the child’s heart for a lifetime, those hands that have led you through most of your life and grew up with you in the same annual rings! Don’t let your mother only watch you go away behind you. Take the hand that once led us to grow up. Mother broke her heart for us. She knew our unhappiness and troubles, and tried every means to solve our problems! However, we never cared about our mother. My mother was very happy to see her children become talented, but I don’t know how many mother’s bitter tears are behind our success! I’m afraid only mother knows how much she has paid. Caring for his mother, what he needs is not how many Red Envelopes you give her, how many health care products. Mother needs more children to accompany herself, talk with herself and tell her how she is doing, in this way, there will be a long-lost smile on my mother’s face! The tree wants to be quiet but the wind keeps going. The child wants to be raised but the kiss is not there. Don’t think of your mother. When you want to accompany your mother to look outside, your mother is already that blank of loess. It was my mother who took care of the quilt you fell when you were asleep, and it was my mother who told you to be careful on the road when you went out, it was my mother who watched the weather forecast of your city when you were studying outside and told you to take an umbrella. It was my mother who was silently paying for you without asking for any return. It was my mother who was working under the lamp for you every night. Please take your mother with you on the road of life. Don’t let her behind you. You can only look at your far-away back alone. Thank all the great mothers for working hard for the children every night. Thank all the mothers and hope that they will be happy during the festival. This is the only thing I want to express my respect to mothers all over the world. I hope all mothers in the world will be healthy, have all the best and have a family reunion.

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We escaped from the roof of heavy rain together that year. We were together. We were all the kindest children of good children that year. We missed what hurt us. Although we had been away from campus for several years, but my heart stayed there all the time. We skipped classes, surf the Internet and went for fun together. I carried you behind my back, we went back to back, we walked on the street, and I could secretly, kiss your face boldly, we are all flushed, but our hearts are embarrassed to secretly sweet, we have too many stories, too many memories, know now, you have obviously gone a long way, but I am still wandering there, silently waiting for the youth that has already passed away. At that time, I was very contented and worried to hold you and say, let’s get married when we grow up. The innocent expression hung on our cheeks all the time. The Green Youth and the smell of green apples were sour and sweet. I was drunk that afternoon and cried for no reason, you stand alone on the top of the teaching building at night, saying that I like this feeling, dead Mao Mao, come here, Mao Mao, bring me water, Mao Mao came here to do it, every look and every movement reveals the breath of youth. Tomorrow is our anniversary,

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If you want to do something, it is impossible for you to have distractions. If you don’t practice yourself well, you will be an ordinary person anyway. If you want to go ahead spiritually, it is not done by ordinary people. You can lead a team, clear away the clouds of complicated affairs, and drive a boat skillfully in the business world, you can even look directly at people, but you may not make a difference in the field of literary thought. Why can’t I walk up when you have me? Where is my inspiration? When you are confused, you must first check your heart. Literature is not for purpose, but the fruit of non-purpose and non-utility. Under the Eastern fence of picking chrysanthemum, you can see the southern mountain leisurely. The mountain is sunny and the birds are returning. It is the scenery that you can see in it while you are detached, the ideal that you have been longing for for for a long time, and the spark of subjective and objective emotions. Scenes from a person, belong to tens person. Throughout the Ages, masterpieces handed down from time to time have been revealed by accident and never deliberately carved. When I was writing, when I couldn’t start writing after thinking about it, I either set the tone high or wanted to show it to others perfectly. When I tried my best to present the work and even myself to gain others’ favor, however, I found that there was nothing to gain and the left and right sides could not meet the source. At that time, I secularized it and connected it with utility, where my humble soul was seen. When you pour out your ups and downs emotions regardless of everything, or feel sad, or grieved, or excited, or affectionate, or love, or hate, even if you feel childish and ridiculous in the future, hiding it, these works are also precious and worth keeping. When I walked into the work as an ordinary person and expressed my heart with a common heart, the article immediately looked like an old friend who just met but had nothing to talk about, sitting opposite, listening to me and talking with me with open heart, therefore, I no longer wriggle, but became relaxed and free. Inspiration is always at the touch of sensibility. Good works start from inspiration and are demonstrated by rationality, which are both flying and heavy. Is the frequent emergence of inspiration accidental? No, that is a profound experience and discovery of life. Inspiration will not come out of nowhere. Even if it is fleeting, it is also the accumulation of life and knowledge. Inspiration is creativity, which is rich and thin. Coherent inspiration will give birth to great and profound thoughts.

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