Happy time with my parents is the most precious wealth in my life.
Whenever I am with my parents, I feel extremely happy and satisfied.
The time spent with my parents made me feel the warmth and security of home.
I like my time with my mother;
Another spring has come, and the golden winter jasmine blooms proudly. I looked at it quietly, and it naughtily pulled out the nostalgia in my mind and brought me back to the time with my mother.
When I was a child, she always took me out on holiday to buy my favorite chocolate cake. At that time, my heart was always sweet. We always spend most of our time in an old place, where there are winter jasmine, a bunch of red flowers, sunflowers, peony, iris ... and the fig tree my father brought back from other places.
I don't know whether it is influenced by my mother or whether I like flowers naturally. In a word, this is my happy little world. In my little world, my mother always squats quietly. For a long time, she seemed to be thinking about one thing, thinking so intently, so absorbed. After a while, she just came to her senses, gave me a hand with a smile and took me to recognize the flowers.
"This is the winter jasmine, a golden flower, which brings abundant spring to people in the cold early spring ..." She said so seriously and intently. In winter, when the sun comes out, she will hold me again, take out my literacy card and teach me to read. I don't know anything. I saw the literacy card and smiled and said, "Bridge, Mom, this is a bridge."
Whenever this happens, she will meet me, touch my head with a smile, and patiently teach me: "Daughter, this is not a bridge, but a' moon'. Come on, read it to your mother,' Month'. " But half a month later, when my mother took me to review, I didn't have a long memory, so I watched Bridge. My mother always smiles helplessly at this time. Then take me to the threshold to bask in the sun. While enjoying the kiss of the sun, I listened to my mother's story.
In my mind, my mother's movements are light and her voice is crisp. Later, with the growth of age, opportunities like this became less and less. But once in a while, my family enjoys dinner, goes shopping and walks together, which still makes me very excited. However, as Yin said in Summer of Bubbles, "God will give us some beautiful things, but he will also take some away." Yes, God gave me this wonderful time, but he also took my mother away.
On New Year's Eve, my mother left me and my father selfishly because there was someone outside. I cried and threw myself into my father's arms, but my father's arms could not soothe my broken heart. I often go to the old place, and the winter jasmine is still blooming proudly, but my mother is gone. I can only recall the time I spent with my mother. How I wish it could come back!