That day, the sky was fluttering with snowflakes. I went home with my umbrella, and accidentally, the umbrella fell into the slush and got dirty by the mud. When I got home, I was afraid that my mom would scold me and wanted to wash it. But on such a cold day, how cold it should be to go into the water! So I quietly put the umbrella in the corner of the door.
At night, I was about to go to bed when I heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing, brushing" going on. I tiptoed to the bathroom, peeled open a crack in the door and looked in, my mom was brushing the umbrella. She was bowing, holding the brush with one hand, which was covered with black sludge and black foam, and holding the umbrella with the other hand, which was tilted in the basin, the water in the basin had almost turned into sewage, but she was still brushing it seriously. Her hand rubbed the mud on the umbrella one at a time, and from time to time she pressed her waist against the wall. Her face showed a pained expression, beads of sweat seeped down from her forehead, she locked her brows and brushed meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, the black silt was slowly wiped down. Mom gradually showed a smile of relief, the locked eyebrows again stretch open.
Suddenly, my mom drew back her frozen hand in a flash, her brow furrowed into a frown, and yikes! Her hand was cracked with several bloody slits and so many calluses! Mom forced to endure the pain, one by one ha breathing, as if this can alleviate the pain as if, and put his hand into the cold and bone-chilling water to go ...... I tightly against the lips, can not believe it all. Mom's hand retracted back out again and again, how much pain she endured! Eventually mom still bear the pain to clean the umbrella, white umbrella surface bloomed with a few branches of elegant and simple lily, but this lily can be compared to my mother's love for me? No! The lilies are elegant and clean, can compare to the mother's love of the sincere and touching? Nothing in the world can compare to the great love of a mother! Slowly, my eyes moist, somehow, the heart is always difficult to peace ......
Then, mom holding the wall hard to get up, but leaning against the wall can not move, I dry tears, hurriedly pushed open the door to help mom, inadvertently touched her hand, oh my God! This is still mom's soft, delicate, warm hands? I choked and said: "Mom, your hand ......" Mom was shocked, and then smiled and said: "Children, how to wake you up? I'm really sorry. I just want to pour water, not in the way. Oh, the hand ...... hand is fine ...... you go to sleep!" "How can I? The umbrella was dirty by me, but you brushed it. And how can your hand be fine? ...... You go back to the house to sleep, I will help you." I forced to hold back the tears to be left, to help my mother to the bed, turned around with the rest of the light to see my mother's pleased smile ...... I picked up the basin, suddenly understood why my mother always use the waist against the wall, my tears hooting out - it turned out to be my mother's lumbar pain is again guilty of
Mom, you let me have a deeper sense of mother's love: mother's love is a vast ocean, I am a boat, snuggled in the embrace of the sea; mother's love is a wide sky, I am a cloud, floating in the sky edge; if mother's love is the warmth of the sun, I am a grass, enjoying the sunshine to give me love.
In fact, I think mother's love is more like a pure umbrella, everywhere it is the figure, but also silent dedication, and the same real, beautiful ...... ...