Sheer love in the rain
It's raining, and I'm thinking of you again, mom, and the rainy day ...... I just want to say to you apologetically, "Mom, I'm sorry!"
Sunday on the sketching class, you came all the way back from the class to send me. But the weather was not favorable, and it suddenly started to rain. You pedaled your bike with great effort, and the rain fell on your face, clothes, glasses, and sweat slipped silently from your face, but you didn't care about wiping it off. I leaned the umbrella to your side, but you said with concern: "Don't give me a fight, you just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch cold again." I was speechless, so I kept the umbrella on me. To the school, I saw no one around, the heart began to panic: don't be today not to class ah! Mom even gave up her nap in class in order to drop me off, but if I have to let my mom send me home again now, isn't that just messing around? I hurriedly jumped out of the car and went to ask the gatekeeper. After I asked, I felt like a thunderclap and almost had a heart attack. It's too bad we don't have class today! I went to you and stammered and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom, there's no sketching class today." Still smiling, you pondered for a moment and kindly nudged me on the tip of my nose and said, "I knew there might not be a class today, but I was afraid that if there was one it might keep you from studying, you silly little fool. I'll send you home again! I heard this and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work? I'll walk home by myself." You smiled and said, "You're a child going home by yourself, can I, as a parent, feel relieved? Hurry up and get in the car!" I got into the car as I was told. Along the way, the road is sometimes flat, sometimes potholes, I somehow feel especially guilty, feel sorry for mom. But my mouth is like smeared with strong glue, how can not open, even if open, but my throat can not make a sound.
At home, I stood in the door of the building, looking at your fading figure in the mist of rain completely disappeared, I suddenly found that you are so great ......
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Unforgettable fire
The fire, with its beautiful colors, but at the same time is also fearful. But in front of the fire, mom was not afraid.
One morning, I woke up and found that my door, the walls of the hallway of the black, the air filled with a faint smell of burning. I was shocked to see this scene. Later after my neighbors and my mother I learned what happened last night.
Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped, rubbing out sparks. In no time the fire started. The fire burned uncontrollably and smoke rolled in. The fire trucks came, knocking on doors and evacuating people. At this time, my mom also woke up, when he realized that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up in my sleep. But since I was very tired after my dance class, I slept very y. Mom couldn't wake me up, no matter how much she screamed or pushed. Mom tried to run with me in her arms, but I was too heavy and far beyond her capacity. So, mom made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me. Mom soaked two towels and covered my mouth and nose as well as her own. Mom held me like this and waited for the living to come without feeling for it. Fortunately, the firefighters put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mom and I were saved!
Mom lightly recounted the composition, as if not at all to make the night of the fire as a matter of fact. But at this time, listening to the side of the I can not stand, tears at once in the blurred my vision.
In a flash, I felt a warm feeling in my heart murmuring flow. What is the power that can make mom in front of the blazing fire without flinching? What is the power that can make mom face the danger of death to accompany me to face the onslaught of the fire? I think this may be the mother's love. Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is not false after all. The power of mother's love is great, it is mom in front of the fire before the danger. In fact, mom can completely put me down and run away alone. But she did not. In the life-and-death emergency, so that my mom held me and gave me strength. Escape is a human instinct, but in front of the selfless mother's love, it can only give in. Mother's love is a kind of strength, a kind of faith, a kind of responsibility. "The world is only as good as your mother", this is true, when you are injured and in danger, your mother will open her arms and give you strength and warmth.
The suffering see true love, usually rambling mom will be in front of the fire without fear, which may be derived from the strong love of the mother!
Once upon a time, I tilted my young face and said to my mother, "I'm going to go to the ends of the earth with my song." Mother just smiled without saying anything, single stationed in the wind, thoughtfully looking at the white dandelions flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew that my dream was far away, and that the farthest star in the sky would always be the place I would seek. She said she would always support me. At that time, my heart deep outside just a hazy feeling of my mother's understanding of me, and then the young and ignorant, but let me never perceived the mother spoke of that reluctance and pity.
Time elongated my figure, I grew up and re-examined my mother's everything: when the sunshine disperses the remnants of the night, when the setting sun is swallowed by the hazy horizon, the mother backed by the agricultural tools walking fast in the field on the path, light and darkness can not stop her footsteps; when the stars are full of the sky, my classmates and I in the moon play chase, my mother is her love of a needle needle woven into my sweater; when the cold winter winter, I have been in the middle of the winter, I have been in the middle of the night, I am very happy to see you. Sweaters; when the cold winter days, I wear a warm down jacket in the fireplace when laughing and joking, my mother is using the hands of the swelling cracked scrub that cold water of the clothes; ......
So, my heart was y touched by the heavy pain, at this moment, I began to doubt, my dream is still far away? Can I still openly carry the song to the end of the world?
"Gratitude"! The rational mind sends me a holy command. However, should I stay by my mother's side and let her enjoy the happiness of heaven? Or should I make my own way first and then let my mother enjoy the rest of her life?
The morning sun has slowly risen, and it is a new day. I reorganized my thoughts, reason asked me: "You do not have a solid arm, how to repay? You do not have the ability to survive, how dare you say repayment? You do not have any capital, what to repay the kindness of the mother ......?" I still can not get over it, for the young do not know how to repay the kindness and shame, more now know how to repay the kindness but do not know how to be grateful and confused.
At this point, the mother said, she hoped that I cast a pair of hard wings, to create a body of courage to go to the end of the world, and then go to build their own future, which is her greatest comfort. She said she would keep a calm harbor for me, where there is a long stream of love source, no matter when, I am her permanent worry.
I was enlightened, grateful, like the holy orders, inspired me to go to the end of the world, to create their own side of the new world. I will carry the holy order to create a unique future, like a dandelion seed flying far away, carrying the mother's love and kindness, flying to the end of the sky, landing, rooting, sprouting, blossoming. At that time, I will give my mother a new world with tears in my eyes, and she will definitely show the most touching smile in the world. The first thing I want to do is to get a good look at my mother's face and remember the vivid twists and turns of my childhood.
Mother's love is deep, mother's love is delicate, mother's love is selfless, great. I have to experience with my heart, to feel in order to be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. And this year's Mother's Day, I think of a philosopher said flowers: mother, is a book that can not be read. Yes, the love given by the mother, I can not forget in my life ......
There is a kind of love, is the world's most selfless love; there is a kind of pay, is the world's most sincere pay; there is a kind of care, is the world's most permanent care, this is the mother to give us everything. Mother's love is silent; mother's love is delicate; mother's love is great; mother's love is constant.
Everyone comes into the world through their mother's pregnancy. From the beginning of the conception of a small life, the mother's responsibility is so heavy that she shoulders the growth and continuation of life. Some of the first-time mothers in the gestation period of the pregnant woman is very strong, and even appeared to vomit, can not eat, but in order to the belly of the child, they still hard to go on. When lying on the delivery bed, I don't know how to feel, but I guess it must be the expectation accompanied by pain, which perhaps only as a mother is qualified to talk about. October's torment with the baby's cry, all the pain will seem so thin, but also instantly turn pain into happiness, perhaps because of the mother's sake, they are carefully cared for like treating the flowers in the greenhouse, every time the caress is so soft. The child's growth on the road is even more inseparable from the mother's care and love. They eat well for their children, wear good, and can even be stingy with themselves, but never treat their children poorly.
Along with the growth of the child, the mother's path is difficult, but the mother never backed down in the face of difficulties. She poured all the love of her life into her children. But as a young me, I always feel that among our sisters, my mother's least favorite is me, so it is inevitable that some of my mother's heart resentment, do not understand, often intentionally or unintentionally hurt my mother. Until I grow up, leave home, miss my mother, recalling the past little by little, only to let me feel that the original mother treats every child with the same love, because every child is a mother's body off the meat. Every time I receive a call from my mother, I feel a kind of warmth from the heart, giving me this feeling in addition to my mother, I think it is difficult to find others. Perhaps only when you are far away from your loved ones and miss them do you know how to cherish them more. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time is so hurried, and the days with my parents are so short. It is precisely because I feel the rush of time that I will cherish the minutes and seconds I spend with my parents. Listening to my mother tell me how things are going at home is what I must hear every time I come home. And the questions my mother must ask me, I also have summarized and summarized: First: busy at work? Are you tired? Second: personal problems. I know my mother's heart, I hope I will have a good home soon, and also to fulfill the wish of her two old people. Even for the sake of my parents, I have to find the happiness that belongs to me as soon as possible. Mother is now older, wrinkles appeared on the face, head of black hair gradually turned into silver, I know that is the mother through the vicissitudes of the years wasted witness, that is the mother's testimony of hard work and suffering. Although we have grown up, but in the eyes of the mother, we will always be a child, the child can not grow up, she gave us is still endless care.
Mothers give us not only life, the important thing is to raise the grace, the great love, I think I spent a lifetime is difficult to repay, but also more unrewarding. I know that there are many words to describe the mother's words to describe the mother's love there are also many words, such as great, broad, kind, kind and so on, so I can not find more accurate than these words to describe the mother, but I know the "crows feeding" and "lamb kneeling" But I know the truth of "the crow feeds back" and "the lamb kneels at the breast", so I will try my best to return the warmth and care that my mother has given me.
Mother's love
Mother's love is great, mother's love is pure and simple, mother's love is the most pure and selfless love in the world. It is like a ray of warm sunshine shining in my heart; it is like sweet milk moisturizing me - this thirsty seedling; it is like an umbrella on a rainy day, giving a party a clear sky without rain; it is like a lamp in the dead of night, giving me an exclusive bright ...... Every loving mother in the world is devoted to her own sons and daughters.
I remember when I was just in fifth grade, one night, I suddenly felt a headache, nausea, and my throat was like fire. "Coughing" very hard, my mother heard and rushed over to ask: "What's wrong child?" "Mom, I don't feel well," I said breathlessly. Mom touched my forehead with her hand, "Ah, why is it so hot?" Mom then rushed to get a cotton ball and alcohol. She dipped the cotton ball in the alcohol and wiped my whole body to cool down the temperature. But mom rubbed me several times and the effect was still not obvious. When my mom saw that the fever had not gone down, she frowned and looked so anxious. She quickly called up my father, who was sleeping, and the two of them decided to go to Baihe Hospital. Dad picked me up and hurried to the hospital. Late at night one or two o'clock, the hospital doctors have gone to bed, mom eagerly knocked on the door of the emergency department, braving the bone-chilling wind, mom seems not to feel the cold at all, but also put their own cotton jacket over me. I was on my father's back, and I felt that my father's back was so warm. After the doctor gave me a diagnosis, a prescription, and an injection. I don't know how long it took, but I woke up in a daze and found my mom still sitting beside me, her eyes bloodshot. By this time, it was already dawn, I know that my mom must have not closed her eyes all night. She saw me wake up, busy asked: "RuiXuan, feel better? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat, mom will buy it for you." I nodded. A smile appeared on mom's face. Looking at my mom's far away figure, my eyes moist.
Another time, my exam results are not very good, I think my mother will blame me, my mother attaches the most importance to my learning, usually she is very strict on my learning requirements, the slightest error have to be corrected. How can I explain to my mom about this test paper? My heart is like a dozen buckets, seven up and eight down. I walked home carelessly, only hoping to go home a little later to be less criticized. I felt that today's road was particularly short. When I got home, I carefully said to my mom, "I didn't do well in English this time, I was too careless." But my mom said in a serious tone, "It's fine if you know what's wrong, it doesn't matter if you didn't do well this time, I'm sure you'll be able to do well next time, I'm looking forward to your good news." Encouraged by my mom, my grades soon came up. Whenever I think of this incident, I can never forget my mom's eyes full of expectation.
In my memory, my mom is always so hardworking and busy, getting up early and late all day long, tireless. Ah! Mom, I really want to say to you, "Mom, you worked hard!" "Mom, I love you!" What other sentence can be more simple than this but can express my feelings at this time?
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