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Writing ideas and points: Write an interesting story about the process my mother taught me to be patient.

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She is my life coach. She taught me how to be patient. She is my mother.

My mother has long hair, is not tall and has a pair of small eyes. She often gives me caring eyes and seldom talks. She often sits on a small stool on the balcony, enjoying the blue sky, breathing fresh air and picking tender vegetables.

"Zhao Zi, come and help mom pick vegetables!" "Hey, here we go!" I simply answered. Mother brought two stools and put them on the ground. Here comes another dish. I'll pick it up first. I went to the balcony, took a dish at random, put it on my plate and picked it up.

I grab it with my left hand, pull it with my right hand, pull it with my last hand, and pull it with my next. I quickly picked a bunch of vegetables and grabbed another bunch to pick. In the blink of an eye, the whole dish on my plate was full. I looked at my mother's plate and didn't even take half of mine.

"Mom, why are you so slow!" There are some complaints in my tone. My mother didn't answer me, just smiled. Pick up a cabbage on the plate, then pick up a cabbage on my plate and hand it to me.

I looked up and looked carefully, and found that there were still yellow leaves and old stems that had not been pulled out. Look at my mother's roots, there are no miscellaneous leaves, only green and moving leaves; And my plate, which is too noisy, is thrown away as soon as it is pulled out. Mom's plates, one dish at a time, are neatly arranged.

I bowed my head in shame and turned red. My mother said to me with a big smile, "son, you should be careful in everything you do, and you can't cut corners!" " "I seem to understand, pick up the whole dish, carefully pick it up, pick it up and put it flat on the plate.

After I picked it out, I washed my hands and stretched myself. I turned around and saw my mother washing vegetables. She smiled and gave me a thoughtful look from time to time. This smile, like a compass, points me in the right direction.

Picking vegetables is a trivial matter in daily life, but my mother taught me to be patient and not to act rashly.