"Contest entry from the Technical Department" - theme: Mother.

Mother - a sacred calling. Mother - the one who gave me shape, and life and brought me to the colorful world with so much love and care. The one who worked hard to raise me to become a person without fear of hardship and difficulty, Mother is so brave, right?

Mother's love, a sacred and noble feeling always exists in every child for their parents. "Only when I climb the mountain do I know how high the mountain is, Only when I have children do I know how hard my mother has to work!". The gentle love of a mother for each of us cannot be expressed in words. And no matter where we go, no one is as good, caring, and worried about us as our parents. And my mother is the same. A strong woman who always loves me. My mother is nearly 60 years old, perhaps time and hardship have taken away her beauty. The wrinkles on her face are even more obvious. Because my mother always had to work hard from the time the sun had not yet risen until the sun had set behind the roof, leaving only her back. When she came home, she had to rush to clean the house, but I never heard her complain. Even though she was busy, she still did everything, thank you for everything you have done for this life, for this family... Thank you, mother.

I still remember very clearly the times when I studied late at night, my mother still stayed up with me and sat next to me, teaching me to do my homework to prepare for tomorrow. Sitting next to me, my mother was probably afraid that I would not have enough strength to wake up early to go to school, so she hurriedly took care of each glass of sweet orange juice with love. When the lost swallows cried somewhere in the endless space of the night, I worried about my mother.

And perhaps my mother is also the person who loves me the most in the world. The person who carried me for nine months and ten days and also the person who cried for me when I was born. And so my mother always took care of me, loved me, worried about me, regardless of whether that love was reciprocated or not. There were many times when I made mistakes, but after my mother's stern look, I still received comfort with simple, sincere but deeply tolerant advice. Each time like that, I seemed to grow up, become stronger and promised myself that I would never make mistakes again. Little did I know that my childhood still passed peacefully while my mother's back was increasingly bent under the cruel imprint of the years, I was afraid that I would never have the chance to make up for my past mistakes, my mother's hair turned white when I had not yet had the chance to become a human being!

My mother's life was a lifetime of sacrifice for her children. Only her heart was big enough to forgive all the mistakes I made in this life. And my mother's love for me is as vast as the sky and the sea, just like the old folk song: "Mother's love is like water flowing from the source", and the water from the source flows forever as if to keep mother's love alive forever!

Oh mother! Mother's love is so vast! I am just a child who always wants to be in the loving, affectionate arms of my mother and family.

Thank you to the Technical Department for contributing an emotional article about mother. Although the article did not win a ranking in this contest, the heart and love for Mother are always recognized and engraved.