A letter for my mom

Dear mom,

  See words like face. I am all fine here. Just eating, drinking and learning every day, even though I don't think I do well in my study. I have made a lot of friends, having chinese, american and japanese. They are all fantastic, and I was so happy I can recognize them. Maybe it was a wise choice that I majored in English after Gaokao.

  I should never write to you, because I know you have no ability of reading. I should never say I love you directly, it's may like a bunch of flowers, beautiful but not useful. I should never understand you, because I know you are my harbor, my last barrier. Because of you,I rushed forward without hesitation. But, I wrote it, I want to say something and I began to understand, when a grey hair climbed your temples.

    Mom, I love you.

    I am not a good son, I did not wash your feet! I'm not a good son, I'm not saving your money! I'm not a good son, I always make you angry! Yes, I know it's a really pity I even don't know filial piety. Every argument comes without a clue. Actually, I can't figure out why we quarreled. Even more i can't figure out what's more important than the tears in your eyes.

    The birds take off when their wings are full,

and I begin to plan my life. Mom, you know, how I

want you to understand my life plan, how I wish you can give me some suggestions of my life plan. Although I repeated my dream over and over again on the phone, my Ninghai hua is really poor so that you can't understand almostly. But you and dad give me 100 percent support. Mom, thanks.

All best wish to you!

       

                                                             

                                                        Your son