For me, snow does not make me pleasant, but rather a little bitter. It means that my mother can't take me to school in an electric car, and I have to carry 20 or 30 pounds of school bags and carry a handbag against the wind. See my reluctance, my mother smiled at me and said: "I'll go with you, the road is slippery, don't get into danger!" "Okay, okay, as you wish." I impatiently agreed, backpack, surprised to find than the original much lighter. "I'll help you carry your handbag." Mother said. Without waiting for me to reply they took their own bags and left.
Cold snow mercilessly beat us, the slightly bloated 'body step by step to move, cheeks by the cold wind blowing red, messy hair fluttering, squinting eyes, frowning, lips white. The pair of hands carrying the bag seems to be very hard, tiger's mouth and fingertips can vaguely see the yellowish calluses, the sinews on the wrist are very prominent, as if you can feel the blood flowing in it. The mother walked unusually slowly, but also a little cautious. Every step forward, we must first take the toe to explore, and then a foot solid, moving around to ensure that there is no error before continuing to take the second foot, so the cycle repeats itself. The hands that carried the bag were exchanged from time to time, one for the other, the other hand in the pocket, the joints were strangled by the rope with a line of red marks for me to be shocked. Can not help but wonder, which is so heavy ah?
To the school gate, the mother's face is still red, but it is tired of red, in this winter snow, her head was covered with a snowflake, big mouth breathing out white mist, forehead actually have a thin thin sweat.
From the mother's hand over the handbag, the weight of the hand into my surprise, open a look, originally only put the volume of the handbag is loaded with water bottles filled with water, thick "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" as well as books of secondary subjects. At that moment, I finally understand why the bag is so light, why the mother is so tired!
This is not only a heavy bag, but also my mother's love for me. In this world full of confusion, there is always that one person, quietly pay for you, as sweet as syrup, hold up a big umbrella for you to cover the wind and rain. There is always a kind of love, blood is thicker than water, across the heavy obstacles, constantly pursuing your figure.
The snow is still falling, like a light and elegant butterfly, or into the branches of the landscape, into the earth as a drop of tears, in this white, snowy world, I experienced the selfless and great emotions in the snow, but also read the snow in the love ...