Beloved son, you have always been the one to make mother proud.
When you were young, when others praised you for your good looks, your mother was very proud to have such a beautiful son as you.
Before you were thirteen years old, you were always around your mother. When we went out, we held hands or you walked on the road holding my arm. At that time, my mother was very proud of having a son like you who made my mother happy.
Before you were seventeen, you kept winning prizes in various competitions. When you were in the fifth grade of elementary school, you and college students took part in the National Computer Rank Examination. Many college students failed, but you were: good marks on the test papers, excellent grades on the computer. Mom is proud of you, you are my mother's pride.
Beloved son, you always create miracles. You were wronged a lot at school because you couldn't adapt to high school transfer. In the second half of the second year of high school, I was forced to suspend school for half a year. You changed your teacher in the third year of high school, and you started again. In the second half of the third year of high school, something happened for a reason, and you had to quit the school again. You have only been in high school for less than two years, but you were admitted to Jilin University, a key university in China. Compared with those students who study by themselves in the morning and evening without holidays and go to cram schools, what a big irony. You make my mother's face radiant, and my mother is proud of you.
Beloved son, you can support yourself now, and your mother is getting old. Mom doesn't ask you to be rich and powerful, and your career is brilliant. I just want you to live your life in peace. Peace is a blessing. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com