For the mother's feetThe thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, dreading the delays that will keep him late from home.From small to large, mother is like the sun all the heat and light for me. I don't really feel the mother's hard work. So, let me give my mother wash feet.Mother cracked feet, rough, and not what I imagined. I hardly know. I gave my mother wash feet, she looks cramped, hesitate, always feel enjoy is the most distinguished treatment. But in the eyes of the happiness was to deceive. Like, nothing is more precious than this.A small thing, what we do minimal effort. To make mother happy like this. So I usually do is too small.I think I want to grow up, no more than grow up make happy mother. Preferably, grown into a big tree. Let mother depend on cool.
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