Write a 650-word essay on the theme of love along the way.

Once there was a man who stayed up all night and was excited about your arrival; There was once a man who cried for no reason at all. That person is your mother and the source of your love.

Love is everywhere. When I was a child, even if I was wronged a little, my mother would smile, gently wipe away the tears on your face, and comfort your young but extremely sensitive heart with stories and encouragement. Then, you will smile through tears. At that time, you will find that maternal love is like a magician's world-what you throw in is sadness, but what you run out is happiness

At that time, you were young,

Love is everywhere. When you are upset by inexplicable bad mood and have nowhere to attack, your mother's heart accepts sadness and releases tolerance.

At that time, there was an invisible line between you, connecting each other. To this end, your mother needs to have unparalleled balance. I'm afraid you walk too slowly and it's hard to adapt to the cruel competition in society. I am afraid that if you walk too fast, you will miss the most beautiful scenery in your life. Along the way, you walked smartly and your mother walked in fear.

Until one day, you said that when you grow up, you yearn for higher, farther and broader space. Your rebellion and your yearning for the sky make you choose to travel far, choose freedom and choose to fly. On the day of departure, my mother's eyes showed endless nostalgia and concern.

When you have experienced all the vicissitudes of life, at this moment, you find that you have never flown out of your mother's wings at any time and any place, and your mother's love has spread all over the world and every corner of the universe; You realize that you need the warmest, most primitive, but only eternal care in the world to soothe the soul that has been tempered by life and become very fragile. Motherly love is everywhere!

Without the sun, flowers will not bloom; There is no happiness without love, and there is no love without women; Without a mother, there would be neither poets nor heroes. The source of your love was once the source of your love now. Motherly love is everywhere!