Looking back on the three years of high school, there were a lot of hard work, but there were also a lot of happiness. All these happiness was given to me by my mother, because she loved me very much. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 25. Now she is almost 50. The years have left traces of ruthlessness. But she is better maintained than ordinary women in her 40s. Her figure is a little fat, her breasts are a little drooping, her lower abdomen is a little protruding, but her skin is very good, and there are fewer wrinkles on her face. At least in my eyes, she is the most beautiful mother in the world.