I am familiar with a person's composition about 300.

The person I know best is my mother. My mother is thirty-four years old. She is slim, fair-skinned, with black hair and bright eyes. My mother is not only beautiful, but also kind-hearted and loves me.

I remember one time, I had a bad cold, and I couldn't stop coughing. I suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night and my whole body was as hot as fire. It happened that my father was on a business trip that day, and my mother was very anxious. She didn't dare to delay for a second and took me to the hospital without stopping. Arrived at the hospital, registered, tested, dispensed, and then carried to infusion. I am as busy as a bee. Although it is a cold winter, my mother's face is covered with sweat. It was early morning when the infusion came back, which was the coldest time of the day. But despite the cold, my mother took off her coat and put it on me. Then, facing the biting cold wind, I walked on my way home step by step behind my back. I found some white hair on my mother's thin shoulders. Ah, mother has changed and become old. But my mother hasn't changed. Her golden maternal love has not changed. I can still feel her warmth and love.

This is my mother, a mother who loves me very much and who I know best.