"Only a mother is good in the world,
The child without a mother is like a piece of treasure.
Throw yourself into your mother's arms,
Happiness can't be enjoyed."
I remember when I was a child, as soon as I sang this song "Only a mother is good in the world", I would see my mother's face overflowing with a smile that could not be stopped for a long time. Mom would always say, "Look! How capable is my little Xixi? How sensible he is! He has really grown up."
Just when I was eight years old, the disease came back to me - innocent, rosy, lovely me - and gastritis struck again.
I had fever and vomiting all day long, and my stomach hurt from time to time, so my mom took me to the hospital for a checkup. I've been to several hospitals in a row, and the results were different. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
At nine o'clock in the evening, I fell asleep. In my dream: I was playing games with my mom and dad, dancing and singing with my classmates. Life was so beautiful then!
At about one o'clock in the morning, I woke up. Saw that the living room was still lit. I gently jumped down from the bed, quietly walked to the door to see: I saw my mom holding my photo, lying on the sofa, eyes staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky. I have a sore nose, and quickly climbed into bed.
The next morning at 6:00 a.m., I woke up and saw that the light in the living room was still on, but my mom was already asleep with my picture in her hand.
Looking closely, I saw that my mom's eyes were dark with a reddish tint. I put a layer of covers on my mom, then went back to my room, lay on my bed, and couldn't help but hum "Only a good mother in the world".
As the saying goes, the kindness of a drop of water is repaid by a spring of water. But mom has paid for me this Yangtze River, Yellow River-like love, how can I return it?