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世界上有一个永远写不完的人,那便是母亲。——题记我一直想写一篇赞美母亲的文章。我想写她却又怯于写她,每一次写她都会觉得世界上没有一个字能够形容她!于是多次删删改改以后便再也不敢触碰,母亲的爱,母亲的美,都太深刻太细腻以至于任何华丽的辞藻和赞美都显得那么可笑而逊色。回忆起以前写起我们的故事,都让我觉得脸红虚伪。雨天送伞只是老师灌输给我们的万能素材,半夜背着我去看病是被夸大的事实,为何我写起你那么辛苦?大抵是因为
There is a forever written man in the world, that is mother. - Inscription I have always wanted to write an article to praise my mother. I want to write her but shy to write her, every time she writes that there will be no word in the world to describe her! So many times deleted after the change will never dare to touch, mother’s love, mother’s beauty, all Too deep and so delicate that any gorgeous rhetoric and compliment seem so ridiculous. Recalling the story before writing our own, make me think blush hypocrisy. Rainy days to send an umbrella is only a teacher instill us the universal material, carrying me to see the doctor in the middle of the night is exaggerated fact why I write you so hard? Probably because