After studying hard for twelve years in the cold window, today it finally paid off, and my son was admitted to an ideal university. On the one hand, her mother and I are proud of our son's achievements. On the other hand, I feel sorry for my son leaving home to study. A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late. I think many parents share this complicated mood with us.

In the past 18 years, I have always had a dream, and that is to make my son succeed. What is particularly gratifying is that although the society is impetuous, his son is still fresh and pure, and he is still eager to learn and make progress. I am very pleased and proud. Therefore, I want to thank my son for the happiness and happiness he has brought us.