In the morning,

        it starts to light the day,

          I am awakened,

           and my first thoughts are of you.

      at night,

        I see the dark trees,

           and the bright stars,

             I am entranced

               in a complete peacefulness,

                 and my last thoughts are of you.

       The first time I heard your name, it was from other's mouth. I didn't know you.

       The first time I saw you, it was in the drama play, you wanted to read what I would read. Then you gave up because I persisted.

       The first time I admired you, it was due to your singing and poem reciting. So fluent and beautiful they were that we cheered for you.

       The first sport I played with you was our favorite -Ping Pong ball. You were defeated but then you learnt so quickly, so did me. I said I wanted to continue. But you said:"It's late, so let's play next time. Chances are enough.''

      The first textmessage was an invitation given by me. Then second, third...untill you no longer replied.

       Dear Zhang, how can I forget your name from now on since it is repeated in my mind every morning I get up and every night I go to bed?

       How can I forget your face from now on since it impresses on me so deeply that I can think of you when you are absent?

        How can I forget your singing and poem reciting since your voice rings in my ear when I feel lonely?

        How can I wait untill next time to play with you since how I hope time never flowed when I were with you?

       I wait for your reply, patiently and painfully. It has been said that love can be an annoying thing. Now I admit that. How can I get out of pain without your understanding. I will never let go untill I am hurt.

      Mother's Day is coming, this article is dedicated to all the great mothers.

      In this picture, we can see a mother who is very old, unable to see clearly, probably very weak. What else can you see? Do you see the inner world of a mother living in the countryside?Yes, I will tell you something about an ordinary mother, an ordinary woman among millions, my mom.

   She was born in the 1960s, and now she is at her fourty five. I see how she is getting older and older within years because of nonstop labor work. I can also see how she becomes more and more strong-willed with the change of the family.

   She was born in a farming family, which was decided by the unfair God. Though she struggled to finish her Junior High School education, she was unable to further more. In this case, she stayed in the countryside, and became a farmer. The farm work is hard, as you can imajine. However, she makes every effort to support the whole family, through working day and night. At last, both her daughters receive college education and become well-educated persons. What a great mother! She gave us life, and sends us to the world of knowledge. We not only gain flesh and blood from her, but also gain  souls.

  My mother just does most mothers in the countryside does. They are very very poor but they have broad mind. Maybe they can never eat delicious food throughout their life, just to support their children's tuition fees. My roomate Michelle's mom is in charge of a restunrant, and she works from 2:00am. In this way, she has sent three daughters to universities.You can imajine how hard a life she is living!

   Maybe in many people's mind, the image of a countryside woman is like this: Hard-working but dull,lacking of knowledge,  sometimes rude, and easy to quarrel with neighbourhood. In fact, they are the most unselfish group in the society. They are the most loving people in the world, and they are also playing the most moving figures in our life. Aren't they?