In the special day, a special remind, in ordinary days, still remembered someone special. Whatever time change, inexorably, I still time remind of you: my mother. I still remember the sweetie bracelet.

My mother is a traditional rural women and my family life is hard and silently. If you want me to describe my mother, I believe she is tall pines and always so strong to stand. She is like the friendship bracelet. She is my friend.  I admire her. I want to let her live a happy and rich life.

When the hot summer afternoon arrival, the sun, the earth, the characteristic of wind whets my thoughts, I miss my mother. The wind was cool, moist. It reminds me of my mother. My mother always loves to guess: this is what? One time I buy a links ring for her and she is so happy that she does not wear it. The summer sun in my heart is bitter poison, I wish it would rain. Because I love the mother that basks in the sun, the steam skin, the sweat vicissitudes of face of the body wash. Mother's body is thin, in the vast field of thin how seemed unable to. I must study hard and I will earn a lot of money to buy the links jewelry for her.  But life gives her a strong heart, she asked us no complaints of cultivation and she let us read books.  Rural children don't understand that bitter. When I see the woman in the city, they wear the Links of London sweetie necklace. I will tell myself that I will buy the jewelry for her.  I don't even know what the time is rural work, so I can only guess.     Is this the great and make my mother's failure? No, god is fair, when the village where the tall like mushrooms, a college is the daughter of comfort. Mother's daughter in her heart is successful. The mother often speaks words: "people proud because a hall, and I am proud of a university because of his daughter." Mother knows that I also like to the links charm silver, so she will save money to buy it for me.  With the mother going together, see the smile, the mother is delighted to do. The daughter really realizes the happiness of contained therein. I often think: the mother is the earth, and I was the root of the branches of the flower. It is brilliant ancient roots made me. The links of London friendship bracelets are the bridge between mother and me. I see the grey hair and she becomes old. My heart is a pain. She contributes the young to me.

Despite she is a traditional woman, but my mother is an enlightened. My mother has been put forward to the opinions and decisions. Mother never told me, "no", and it became a permanent answer! She also likes to complement 1: "you must do an independent child, autonomy in your hands, how has the right to interfere with your mom?" I am happiness. I have happier than other children. I have no money but I have friend links bracelet.  Many times, I really want to stretch my style of literati with my mother say a few words of sweet and moving, but I didn't. Mother loves me like I love my mother. Because there is a love, the love is not.

 My heart suppresses the feelings from my soul and I hope to put it in my mother for planting in the sky out of love architecture. Mother, I want to use my most unique way to present you my most sincere heart. I love you and I love the links London earrings. I will express my love in action.