My mother taught me a word
Ever since I became sensible, my mother has taught me the true feelings of the world.
When I was bullied in kindergarten as a child, I often went to my mother. My mother would caress my head and say sincerely: "Chenchen, you must learn to care about your classmates as much as your mother loves you, so that others will not bully you. You must also remember: the older ones are your brothers and sisters. , the younger ones are younger siblings, you should also care for the friends around you." Listening to my mother's words, I nodded in understanding. Since then, I have often come back to tell my mother about the new things happening in the kindergarten. My mother is also happy to listen, and she will also tell me some things happening outside the window.
In spring, my mother likes to talk about the beautiful sight of willow trees budding, hundreds of flowers blooming, and hundreds of birds chirping; in summer, my mother likes to talk about the lotus that emerges from the mud unstained, the cicadas and cicadas that keep chirping on the trees. The sun is as beautiful as fire; in autumn, my mother likes to talk about the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves, the colorful chrysanthemums in bloom, the golden rice in the fields and the red apples; in winter, my mother will tell me about the snow that is like a white quilt, Those evergreen trees and the world covered with snow!
From my mother, I learned a lot about nature and the unknown world, but I learned more about one word - "love".