Love is like a grain of sand, and like a drop of water that converges into mountains and lakes. Here is the article I have carefully organized for you, I hope it will be helpful to you.
Part 1: Love Follows
When the memory of the trickle slowly came, I found that my mother's love is always guarding me, and I will always follow.
When I was a child, my mother's love was that cozy cabin. I was just born, white and chubby, mom smiled, because she has always wanted me to be a healthy little baby. Bigger, my mother to buy me fruit and delicious, are nutritious, I can ignore others, take out the orange, climbed into bed, sit against the wall, peeled open the orange began to eat. My mom sat next to me and watched me eat, she never ate a bite and left all the good stuff for me to eat. After work, despite the day's labor, play with me, and busy cooking. I'm the happiest and most joyful of the family, and my mother's love is with me all the time, more than ever, to protect me from the wind and rain, accompanied by me to grow up.
Later, mother's love is the pair of hands to wipe the tears. In elementary school, I always love to cry, the test is not ideal will cry, bullied by other students will also cry, something broken will also cry. So, my mom would often teach me:? Children, crying can not solve the problem, learn to be strong, when things think to deal with. Exam did not do well, continue to work hard, failure is the mother of success, do not go through the storm, how to see the rainbow ah? A person's life will not be smooth sailing; bullied, you can ask the reason, or find teachers to help solve; something broken, it does not matter, can be repaired, can not be repaired to buy another one. These things can't be solved by crying. After that, my mom would use a towel to gently try to remove the tear tracks on my face. Mom's words I bear in mind, mom's love I can not repay.
And now, mom is that happy exhortation. In junior high school, the task of learning more intense, my mother also every day, how to improve the efficiency of learning, develop good habits, become a love of learning will learn the child, how to get along with classmates, try to help classmates, who have problems to find me, and many other things, although sometimes a little annoyed, but that's my mother love me ah! Mom's advice like a bright light, in the dark to guide me in the direction of the road to growth, that is a happy feeling.
Thoughts leap from memory to reality, my feet can not help but lighten up, want to fly home at once, snuggled in the arms of the mother, continue to let the love surround me, accompanied by me. I believe: the sky is blue with love, the river is clear with love, and life is colorful with love.
Part II: Love Follows
The cool wind, with the slightest rain, autumn has come. Autumn has been a long time, the wind at night like an electric drill straight into the neck, I can not help but wrapped up tight clothes.
I walked through the darkness of the night in a hurry. The streetlights were on as usual, reflecting the lonely figure under them. From a distance, I already recognized the figure. I smiled at him and saw the gray hairs on his temples, and my heart was a little sour.
My father saw my smiling face, and said: "It's too cold tonight. Tonight is too cold, tomorrow night wear more, frozen how to do? I gently hmmm, he rubbed my head with a somewhat rough hand, and we walked together in the direction of home. The father's back is not as straight as he remembered from his childhood, but he still holds up the fake warmth.
In adolescence, I was a little rebellious, some love beauty. I made up my mind to lose weight, I stood on the scale and told my dad seriously: ? Oops, I've gained two pounds, and I'm not going to eat any more at night. Dad heard just a slight smile, still into the kitchen, for me to prepare the food. The smoke, the original does not belong to this man, just for me, he drilled into the kitchen again and again.
? Eat!? Hearing his voice calling, I sat down at the table and waited for the food to come. He gently put down the dishes, and in the bowl of noodles lay my favorite hollandaise. With some exasperation, I said, ? Dad! I'm going to lose weight, no more poached eggs, you are nakedly tempting me!
There was no extra expression on his face, he just spoke softly and said: ? Eat it, my baby girl is not fat at all.? Said he pointed to the ruffled eggs, I looked at his hands, no longer like a doctor's hands. Maybe it is because every night rain or shine to pick me up home maybe it is because of the fumes and burns. Dad's hands are no longer like the old days, already a little wrinkled, there are many rough corns on it. I red eyes, clip up the eggs, gently bite, mouth full of flavor.
Father's back to support the harbor of love; father's hand in the thorns forward, for me to open up a better life, so that I feel the warmth on the road of life, carry love forward.
Part III: Love Follows
Open the box of my memories, pulling out a pearl inside a stream of colorful, that seems to be as bland as boiling water life, seems to be full of touches once again. The snow is falling, head, forehead, face are covered with snow, I and my classmates in the snow dancing happily, really unspeakable joy. Suddenly a figure flashed out from the curved pathway of the campus? It was father! He seemed to have seen me and beckoned me over. I couldn't care less about my joy and ran over to him. Ah! What a mess he was in, his hair was covered with snowflakes, sticking together with his greasy skin, his wrinkles were covered with snow, and his clothes were completely soaked through. Dad, wipe it off.? I rushed to hand over the napkin. In fact, my intention was not so simple: if my father's appearance was seen by his classmates and teachers, it would make me lose face. Dad seems to see my mind, he was disappointed, two eyes completely lost the luster; he was disappointed, the body is more obscene than just now; he was disappointed, threw away the hand is wiping the napkin, let it mournfully fluttering, spinning. After a long time, I really can't wait a little bit, asked: ? Dad, what's the matter with you? He stammered: ? The weather is cold, I came to bring you a quilt and pillow. I blushed at once. I was ashamed of my own vanity, but also a wave of inexplicable emotion surged to my heart. ? Hurry up and go!? Dad's urging roused me from my contemplation. Only to see him laboriously carrying the suitcase, struggling to ascend the stairs of the dormitory. At this time I realized that my father is old, originally walking dozens of floors will not be tired of my father, but now even walking a few floors will be gasping for breath. I quickly said: "Dad, let me help you! Dad, let me help you! No, no, no. Dad smiled at me and said: "No, no, no. I'm not tired at all," he said, smiling at me. After saying that, he continued to hunch over and climb up the hill. Looking at my father, my eyes moist: my father quietly for me to pay fifteen years of hard work, and I, actually for my vanity? I desperately tried to control my tears. Finally arrived at the sixth floor dormitory, dad skillfully laid the quilt for me, and took out a pillow from the bag, said to me: ? You love to fall asleep since you were a child, the pillow here is certainly not used to sleep, this is me and your mom handmade, inside put is chrysanthemum, quite fragrant it. Said, long breath of relief, wrinkles full of satisfaction. He is going to go, I would like to stay him a little longer, but he is a hundred excuses, no choice but to let him go. Looked at the back of the father back, smelled the dormitory burst of chrysanthemum fragrance, I forced to hold back the tears finally flowed down. The road to growth is accompanied by love, it's great!