Mom who sells hot pot
Wen Wang XueWord Count: 715 words"Mom, under the moon, with you, I have a home. Whenever this familiar melody rings in my ears, I think of my gentle and kind mother.
Mom wore a rough and vicissitudes of ponytail, and if you looked closely, there were more or less gray hairs, mixed in with it. Under the thick eyebrows, a pair of big panda-like eyes are blinking. Under the red nose, there is a small fast mouth that can speak. Every time she goes out, she has to wear that beloved little fragrance coat, which makes people's eyes shine.
It was a cold night, and I was in my mother's hot pot restaurant, writing homework. In a few moments, I finished my homework. So, I hurriedly ran to my mother's side: "Mom, I'm done with my homework, I'll help you work!" When my mother heard this, she gently touched my head: "Okay! Baby! Then, I helped my mother wash the dishes and chopsticks. After a while, I saw my uncle and aunt, pushing open the door and walking in. Mom hurriedly beckoned them to sit down and asked them what pot bottom they wanted. When my uncle and aunt finished their hot pot, I watched them leave. Suddenly, I saw something lying quietly on the table. Out of curiosity, I took a closer look and it turned out to be a brand new mobile phone.
My mom and I were so surprised that we didn't bother to put away the dishes. I saw my mother holding a mobile phone, standing in the hall**, and kept saying: "Whose mobile phone is it?" Who lost their phone? Hearing that no one answered, a ** thought instantly popped out of my head. I walked up to my mother and lowered my voice: "Mom, since no one wants this phone, and Dad's phone is about to break, let's just give this phone to Dad!" When my mother heard this, she whispered to me, "Baby, how can you think that?" Didn't my mother tell you to pick up gold when she was a child? How can you forget? That's when I realized my mistake. So, my mom and I waited in the store for the owner. After a while, we finally waited for the owner and handed over the phone to him safely. Looking at his back in the distance, I couldn't have forgotten how happy I was.
This is my mother, and I am proud to have such a mother! Is your mom like that?
Little Writer:Wang Xue
Hello everyone! My name is Wang Xue, I am 12 years old this year, and I am currently studying in Huaziping Town Central Primary School in Ansai District, Class 1 of the fifth grade. My hobby is dancing and playing the electronic piano, I hope you can support me a lot after reading my article, thank you! 
InstructorsWang PingpingWang Pingping, pen name: Shi Nong, Yan'an peasant poet and writer, good at the creation of old style poems and primary school composition tutoring! In 1990, he was born in Ansai, northern Shaanxi! Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, the Chinese Poetry Society, the Shaanxi Writers Association, etc.! At the age of 6, he wrote a poet's dream and wrote 20,000 poems! He has written more than 400 poems for the Olympic Games in Beijing, Rio, Pyeongchang and other Olympic Games! After graduating from university, he has been engaged in Chinese education for more than 10 years, during which he mainly focused on the research and writing of primary school composition! Now he is the author of 3 poetry collections: "The Poet under the Corner", "The Poet on the Loess Slope", "The Poet in the Ravine"! He has won many awards such as the Star of Shaanxi Youth Literature, the Annual Outstanding Member of the Chinese Poetry Society, and the 7th National Youth Poetry Award! Now in the form of charity sale of poetry collections, we will support left-behind children in rural areas!