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The Prettiest Mother In The WorldAt that time,I was teaching in a rural middle school of Zhang Jiakou countryside.Every morning,I always saw a woman who came into our campus with a bicycle slantly walking through the corridor between offices and classrooms,and she sent bean curd to the refectory.She wore a military cotton-padded clothes which changed into yellow,and there was a cloth rope binding tangly around her waist.Underneath there were black cotton-padded trousers and a pair of galoshes which were not fit for the season.Her hair disheveled was like the habijabi.The woman became waner and sallower when the hair was stired into skeins by wind.Her feet limped severely with one foot deep shallow foot and the bicycle was pushed unstably.I was worried about her bean curd which would dropped for several times.One day,I read over the familiar essay handed in.A girl by the name of Wang Xiaoli wrote these:This weekend I went home and felt unwell.Father still lies on the kang and could not move.No matter how drugs he eats,it does n’t have any effect on his health.He has lain up for 3 years.My brother is young,and my mother carries all the life burden alonely.Every time I want to cry when she is busy with everything.At the beginning of this semester,I made a requ est that I didn’t want to go to school and helped mother do farm work.Father lain on the kangwith tears in his eys and kept silent,.Mother didn’t spoke a word either.Brother was innocent and play game on the side of kang.The whole house was quiet.Finally,mother said: “Attend school continuously .No matter how toilful we are,we will let you finish study.”At the ending of the spring,I came across the hobble woman once more when I was sauntering on the street of the country.This time ,she was driving a cattle vehicle on which there were just obtained wasted products,paper,zip-top cans and cast iron.She seated a tough paper on the front shaft,rebuked the cattle and moved along the road.It was in the midday that there was nobody on the street.The whole village was immersing in the family and warm atmosphere.However,the hobble woman was busy running about livelihood.She was accompanied with only “clop”made by beef feet.The sound reverberated in an orderly way way on the noiseless street.I followed her vehicle travelling on the road with my eyes until it disappearing in the never-ending traffic stream.I was not sure her next destination and the time about her lunch,but I was sure that she must be on the go all the time.Xiaoli wrote these in her informal essay when I found the hobble woman was her mother:In several days,I saw mother send bean curd to school,but I didn’t spoke a word with her.V anity and selfhumiliation occupied my heart.Iwas afraid that classmates would mock me when they knew that the hobble was my mother.Mother came and went hurriedly every time.I didn’t know whether she had no time greet me or she avoided me on purpose.In a word,I was inconsistent.On one hand,I expected mother to see me,on the other hand,I worried about classmates’ridicule.Somet imes I wanted curse myself.There is a saying since ancient times:“Sons don’t mind ugly mothers,and dogs don’t mind poor families.”I was inferior to dog.I got bad grades in this examination and self-abused and was afraid of looking the teachers’sight.Stupi d and foolish melon may discribe me.More efforts,but less achievements.People always said“A slow sparrow should make an early start.”It is no use for me.My mind fluctuates after finishing every exam.My condition at present disappoints tired mother and lets down disabled father.Time after time fail nearly makes me crazy.After getting home,I cannot take the words about leaving school out of my mouth when I see busy figure of her back and her firm and persistent sight.I should keep my resolve…The climate be came gradually warmer and Xiaoli’s mother came here more early.Because I always had the class at the bedinning of every day.She often appeared at the first class or before the class.I always caught sight of her hasty figure through the window.At the time,I began to pay attention to Wang Xiaoli.The girl who hadnot big but bright eyes was seating with good behaviour and listening carefully.In my class,I asked her question and she answered cautiously and meticulous in case errors would take classmates’mock.I often encouraged her and gave her strong affirmative words although she showed the irrelevant answer.I realized this student,child nedded another people especially her teachers’positive assess.In the afternoon of June,I looked through Xiaoli’s essay in the office:I feel better and have confidence coming in or out of classroom during recent period.The most significant event is my grades making great progress.Mother was extraordinarily happy and took out the valuable rice cooking cake for me and father had tears in his eyes when they saw my transcript.That day,I intensively wanted to hug mother when I saw her stretching brows.Well,the storm has passed away and the sunshine is coming. Mother said:“Y our task is study and everything should be handed over me,”I bit my lips and smothered mood and tears.I hate myself when I think of my pitiful vanity.I have to catch an opportunity and introduce my mother to everyone.Let them know she is my mother.The strongest and the most diligent mother on earth,and the pretti st mother in the world…I understand there are lots of families like Wang Xiaoli’s ,lots ofchildren like her and lots of common and persistent mothers who struggle in the difficulties,sacrifice themselves to put up living burdens,support children’s educa tion and swallow tears and anguish with no tiredness and complaints。