母亲节刚刚过去，这位读者与我们分享了她与母亲在一起的那些动人瞬间。
Moments With My Beloved Mother
On my bookshelf stood a photo album. Curious, I approached the book and took it down from the shelf cautiously. As I opened it, a cute baby, who was smiling at her mother and listening to her singing a lullaby (摇篮曲), caught my eye. Apparently, it was a photo of me and my mother.
Time is like a river. The flow that has passed will never pass again. The photo as well as the others in the album reminded me of a few moments I had spent with my beloved mother.
I remembered the day when I learned to ride my bicycle independently. You followed me closely for fear that anything unexpected would happen to me. I remembered the first time I had won a scholarship. You gave me an affectionate pat on my shoulders. I felt lucky enough to be your daughter whom you could take pride in. From then on, I worked even harder than before every day.
I remembered that you tried to comfort me and inspire me each time I felt upset. It was your warm words that encouraged me to face many difficulties bravely and overcome them successfully. Thank you for standing by me whenever I needed you. I also remembered that you could not help feeling disappointed when I did something wrong. Seeing the anxious expression on your face, I told myself that I should not have let you down.
Gone are the days when I was able to share every moment with my mother, as I attended high school and moved into a dormitory. The photo album on my bookshelf bore witness to a baby growing up into a mature individual who has developed her own ways of thinking, and a young lady who devoted herself to bringing up her child and got old unconsciously.
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