But the truth is, I'm a rabbit, my mother is a dragon, no, maybe a tiger.

It is said that my daughter is a sweet little cotton-padded jacket, but I am not! I am not a lovely daughter! I am even a close friend and a close colleague, but my relationship with my mother has never been close.

As far as I can remember, I can definitely count the number of times I went shopping with my mother, or when I was a child, she refused to buy clothes I liked and insisted on trying them on, but I didn't. Later, we didn't go together. Of course, she naturally disdains the clothes I bought myself: this dress is ugly, so don't wear it again and throw it away while it's early. This sentence can always arouse my anger: I like it, I think it looks good! Or she always said to me: Look at the clothes people are wearing, how beautiful they are. You should buy one! I always look disdainful: people look good in it, but I don't!

My mother prefers boys to girls, always favoring my brother, and letting me make way for him in everything. When I go out to play in the rain, my brother always steps on the water. When I came back, my mother found my brother's trouser legs wet. I always have a lecture. Why didn't I take good care of my brother? There is too much food for my brother, and I always hope to share it equally. He is your child, so am I. He is younger than me, but I am not big either. At that time, I didn't understand why I let my brother go. But my mother always complains that I am not sensible, and even hits me when it is serious.

Maybe it has something to do with our personality and my growing experience. My mother is a very capable person. She is the boss inside and out, and she is the "shopkeeper" at home. She has a strong personality and a bad temper. In my childhood memory, my mother and father often quarreled. My mother always "disdains" what my father does for some unworthy reasons. For example, my father bought some watermelons in summer and took them out after dinner. After cutting, my mother took a look and said, your father can't even pick a melon. Will it be sweet? I won't buy this melon even if I look at it! My father sometimes argues with her, and sometimes he ignores her. When my mother "accidentally" bought a poor melon, my father always whispered to me: Fortunately, she did. If someone else bought it, let's see what she would say! My dad and I smiled at each other and continued to eat melons.

My mother studied tailoring when she was young, so all the clothes I wore since I was a child were modified by my mother, including my father's clothes and my cousin's clothes. Of course, my mother's hands are really clever and her clothes fit me well. It's just that it was around 2000 at that time, and whose children still wore smaller clothes for adults. I am a different kind of person. But at that time, I didn't care what others thought. My mother also learned to cut my hair. My mother cut my hair. I haven't been to the barber shop before junior high school. Hang my dad's rag around his neck, stand in the yard, click a few scissors and it's done. Haircuts are not terrible, but shampooing is. Every time I wash my hair, I feel that my mother is drowning me. I struggled, and my mother pushed me down again. I closed my eyes and held my breath, still choking to death.

I study well, but my mother is only happy when my report card comes down and I go home with certificates and prizes. What I usually hear the most is criticism: look at other people's children, their parents are working in the fields, and people can cook at home when they are so young. It's raining, so-and-so children all know to send umbrellas to the fields. It's hot, so-and-so children all know that water is delivered in Abel Tamata. You grew so big for nothing, and the longer you grow, the shorter you get! At that time, I was always wronged because I had cooked. When I was a child, I used a coal stove at home. Once, I opened the fire and was cooking porridge. When my parents came back from work, my mother was angry: Who asked you to cook? I want to steam steamed bread at night. You used fire. How can I steam steamed buns? I stood there with tears in my eyes. There was no mobile phone at that time, and I didn't know what my mother was going to do, so I didn't do anything. I think this is my stubbornness when I was a child, which is a little contradictory.

I like to sleep late and can't get up in the morning. The primary school is only 5 minutes away from my home, so I am always fearless. I think it doesn't matter if you get up late. You can catch up with the morning class in a few steps. But my mother always beats me because I have to eat breakfast, no matter how late it is. If you are late for morning reading, you have to stand outside the classroom and be criticized by the teacher. I always say with tears in my eyes: it's too late, it's too late, I won't eat. My mother will never allow it! Don't go out without eating. Another time, my mother forced me to be late for breakfast. I felt so wronged that I didn't have the face to go to school, so I secretly went back to my house and lay in bed with my schoolbag on my back, wiping my tears. My mother suddenly opened the door and found that I didn't go to school ... anyway, I left in tears that time.

When I was a child, I was withdrawn, shy, timid and didn't like to talk to people. No matter at home or outside, I dare not speak more or express my opinions. After living in junior high school, once I came back, my mother asked me: Do you have any friends at school? There is no one my age near my home. Students who repeat, drop out of school and transfer. Slowly, my former classmates lost contact. I don't have many good friends until now, and I envy others' delicate and familiar good character. Since I lived on campus, I went back once a week in junior high school and once a month in senior high school, and gradually realized that my status at home was different, or my mother's attitude towards me was different. Probably stayed at home for a short time. Every time I go home, my mother always gives me a bag of jiaozi. I like jiaozi. I am really flattered. When I went back to school, I was asked to carry apples, pears and tomatoes in big bags, asked if I had enough money, and told me to take my dirty clothes back. She washed it for me. ...

I don't know when it started, but I suddenly found that my mother had so much white hair that I had to squint to see things far away. She had to put plasters on her joints from time to time, always complaining about headaches and headgear, and sent her to the hospital. She said she had no time. Sophomore, I came home during the National Day holiday and suddenly found my mother wearing a velvet hat. You know, my mother never cared about dressing up, and she didn't need a hat that season. My aunt told me that your mother just had a minor operation the other day and cut a little bit off the front of her hair. As soon as I heard this, I froze, and my tears immediately came out. My mother was still standing there laughing. She took off her hat and showed it to me, saying that there was a small tumor in her blood vessel and it was cut off. It's okay now. Mom, why didn't you tell me about such a big operation!

My mother is short and dark. My father is very white, and my brothers and sisters follow my father's skin color. Every time my father makes fun of my mother, he says, look, you are all black. You don't look like family. My mother always retorts: I was not so dark when I was not married to your family. It's all because I have worked hard for your family all these years. If it weren't for me, could your house be built? Yes, when I was in primary school, my family built a two-story building. According to my mother, she saved every penny. Whether it's housework or farm work in the field, mom can do it without dad! She is a famous strong woman in our village. When I was a child, everyone had a big color TV, and there were only four or five channels at home, so that I couldn't discuss the wonderful story of TV last night with my classmates at school every day because I couldn't get that channel at home. These famous idol dramas and cartoons, such as Meteor Garden, Inuyasha and Conan, were all read online after they went to college. After reading them, they didn't understand why they were so popular at that time. During the Chinese New Year, everyone fried meatballs, fish and chicken, but my family still bought a piece of tofu and cut some meat buns in jiaozi. I didn't have pocket money when I was a child, but my grandmother couldn't stand it. She always sneaks me money. Perhaps it was from these seemingly insignificant places that my mother saved the money bit by bit.

When I was in college, my father went to work in other places and could not go home until the holidays. My mother really relies on me at home, not only to do housework, but also to take care of her elderly grandparents. My mother is a competent daughter-in-law. In order to take care of the tastes of the elderly, the food in my family is getting weaker and weaker. My grandmother likes to eat sweet pumpkins, and my mother buys them as soon as she sees them. They are made of flowers, steamed and boiled. I like to drink miscellaneous grains porridge, millet, mung bean, cowpea, red bean, barley and barley. Steam or cook all the apples and sugar cane so that grandparents can eat well. Besides, grandma likes to go out to play cards, and my mother never urges her until grandma comes back to serve. There were few people at home, and my mother was afraid, so she raised a big dog and said that in case there were bad people at night, she could hear something. My mother was very happy when we went home for our holiday. She started doing this and that for us. When we left, my mother sighed there: I'm so busy these days. As soon as you left, the yard was deserted again.

Now my brother and I are both at work, and my sister-in-law has a grandson. My mother still scrimps and saves, but sometimes she exaggerates a little for herself. A while ago, I pierced my ears, and then I put on gold earrings, gold necklaces and silver bracelets. Now it's really gold and silver. I asked her how to give up. She smiled and said, People always bring them. Now that gold is cheap, they buy it to preserve its value. These years have been good, and my mother has gained a lot. She is clamoring for losing weight every day, skipping dinner and watching how many steps she has taken with her mobile phone every day. She won't stop until 10000. I said to buy a big-screen internet TV for my family, but my mother didn't want to: I can still watch this TV without spending that money. But I bought it back. Obviously, she is very happy. She went out to show off with her neighbors and invited them to watch TV at home. Come back and ask me: What brand is our TV? Xiaomi's, alas, I told others that it was Huawei's, and I thought it was Huawei's. Say that finish, I smiled. What's the matter at home? My mother will discuss it with me now and ask for my advice. She always said: Now that you have grown up, your family will depend on you in the future. If you work hard, you can take care of your nephew in the future. Of course, I will still tell my father's anecdote from time to time: once I asked your father to hoe the ground, and your father stood in the depression and trampled all the taro I planted to death. Is your father still arguing that there is no taro on the border? Whose taro is planted under the covers? ! Another time, I asked your father to get peanuts, and your father brought mung beans with pods on them. Finally, she said with a smile: You are all city people, and you are all destined to eat commodity food. Only I, a farmer, am destined to farm!

I still don't communicate with her very much. If we are alone at home, it will be endless silence and embarrassment. I remember the closest moment with her was a rainy day. We went to menstruation's house with an umbrella. Under the umbrella, my heart moved and I took her arm. Along the way, I can feel that her mood is different from usual.