I remember one time when it was winter and it was raining heavily outside. When I came home from school, I felt very tired, as if I had a cold. So I went to tell my mom. I was cooking mom heard, very anxious, with a hand touch my forehead, eh ah! Fever! At that moment. Mom without saying a word, hurriedly threw down the hands of the work, put on the clothes on the car I rushed to the hospital. When I arrived at the hospital, my mom was busy registering and paying the bill. I do in the chair looking at my mother busy figure, heart feel mother really hard, nose a sudden sour. When it was time for the injection, I was so scared that my heart went "boom boom". Mom saw, as if knowing my mind, and touched my head and said: "Good, Yun Yun, do not be afraid, strong, do not think about it is, mom hold you, does not hurt ...... "I heard my mom say this, my heart immediately relaxed a lot. I grabbed my mom's hand with my hand, ah! Mom's hand, so cold, like a snowball frozen. It turned out that mom even forgot to bring gloves for me. I said to my mom, "Mom, your hands are so cold! Cold? "Mom heard me this sentence, with a kind look at me smiled and said:" not cold, not cold, as long as you are good, mom will not feel cold ...... "Unconsciously my buttocks as if bitten by a mosquito, and it was over . At this time, I looked at my mother's kind face, all of a sudden let me feel the warmth of mother's love, and still
like a warm current flowing in my heart.
The selflessness of mother's love moved me, until today, I really understand the words of Grandma Bing Xin. Ah! That deep mother's love, like the warmth of spring, like a breeze over the water as delicate, it is higher than the mountains, deeper than the water, more than the sun and the moon long ...... I love my mother!
My mother
Mr. Barkin said, "There is nothing to replace parents." Yes, parents are irreplaceable, and the love our parents have for us is unrivaled and incomparable. We may not be able to understand our parents sometimes, but no matter what, they love us in different ways. My mom gave birth to me at the age of 23. When I came to this world, my mom went through a lot of hardships and selflessly nurtured me to grow up healthily. In my heart, the warmest and most tender place, not in the warm nest, but in is the mother's embrace, because no matter the wind and rain, bumps and bruises, the mother's embrace is my sheltered harbor, the soul of the support.
In the process of the child's growth, there will be some unsatisfactory things happen, as a mother will certainly educate the child, and even use force. The same thing happened to me.
I remember when I was a child, my mother never because I did not do well and 'out of the blue', despite how my mother to hide, but I was always afraid to catch a glimpse of my mother's lost eyes, so there are a few times when I encountered the test play poorly I want to put the examination paper secretly hidden, and secretly resolved: "I will not be like this next time!" Whenever my mom asked where my recent exam papers were, I blushed and said, "Still ...... haven't sent them out yet."
One time my mom cleaned up the table, inadvertently opened the drawer, my "secret" revealed, my mom picked it up and looked at it, and asked me in surprise: "When is this paper?" "This ...... this ......" I blushed and stammered. Mom did not hesitate at all to hear this, and angrily picked up a broomstick to beat me. Every hit mom scolded me a bit, mom while hitting and said: "Raise not teach, mother's fault, when did you learn to lie you! When did you learn to lie? Which time did I beat you because you didn't do well in the exam? But you not only stole and hid the papers, you also lied to your mom!" The more I cried, the more I cried, and mom fell into tears, but her hand didn't stop. Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying, while my mom looked at the broom, and then looked at me, with tears streaming down her face, hitting in the child's body pain in the mother's heart. I think I really hurt my mom this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in my wound, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that my mom was applying medicine to my wound. Through the light I also saw my mom's eyes, flooded with crystal tears ......
After this incident, I understand that lying is not right, lying will also pay a big price. If you ask me if I hated my mom at that time, I can answer you loudly: "No". Because I understand that everything my mom did to me was for my own good. Mom hit me is not abuse but a kind of love for me, this kind of love can only be in the affection. I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their sons and daughters is never-ending.
On weekdays, my mom is so busy at work that she is already tired, but she doesn't have time to rest more and has to worry about me. Once the exam paper was sent down, I only got more than 70 points. Mom was silent for a long time and announced a big decision, mom will stay home with me for two months. Mom usually work very seriously, is a typical "workaholic", because my learning decline mom even put aside work to help me improve my grades, I was touched by mom! These two months we work together, all the subjects over again, from the former confused do not understand the question together, every night not to learn 12.00 do not stop, unit test results like a step up. After two I was excited to run home, I took the double hundred! The results of the secondary subjects did not have a lower 90 points. After the exam open parent-teacher conferences, the teacher publicly praised my academic performance soared, after the class teacher asked mom, what secret can make my grades rise so fast? Mom laughed, in fact, there is no secret, just heart. Mom often in my failure to tell me: failure is the mother of success, more heart more brain, in fact, you are not stupid, on the contrary, very smart, but also told me to unite classmates, help classmates, respect for teachers. Because of my mother's teachings, so I now do things very seriously, so that I have a lot of good "buddies" in school, but also become the teacher's favorite students. Now I am slowly growing up, gradually know a lot of things, understand a lot of truth. Every time I tell my mom who I have helped, she smiles and nods. Mom is smiling and nodding. I know she is raising me up with great love.
Love is the occupation of a mother's life, and a mother's labor for her children is costless. Mom's love is like a vast ocean, let me this small boat in the sea, embracing my everything. Mom is not a saint, but she used her simple, kind heart to guide me to do learning and life in the strong. Year by year, inadvertently I found my mother's head of silver, a closer look at the forehead actually have some wrinkles, these years my mother for me to worry about, she gave me is too much too much.
Mom, I love you! In my heart you are the best mom.
It's raining, and I think of you again mom, and I think of that rainy day ...... I just want to apologize to you and say, "Mom, I'm sorry!"
On Sunday it was time for the sketching class, and you came all the way back from the class to see me off. But the weather was not favorable, and it suddenly started to rain. You pedaled your bike with great effort, and the rain fell on your face, clothes, glasses, and sweat slipped silently from your face, but you didn't care about wiping it off. I leaned the umbrella to your side, but you said with concern: "Don't give me a fight, you just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch cold again." I was speechless, so I kept the umbrella on me. To the school, I saw no one around, the heart began to panic: don't be today not to class ah! Mom even gave up her nap in class in order to drop me off, but if I have to let my mom send me home again now, isn't that just messing around? I hurriedly jumped out of the car and went to ask the gatekeeper. After I asked, I felt like a thunderclap and almost had a heart attack. It's too bad we don't have class today! I went to you and stammered and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom, there's no sketching class today." Still smiling, you pondered for a moment and kindly nudged me on the tip of my nose and said, "I knew there might not be a class today, but I was afraid that if there was one it might keep you from studying, you silly little fool. I'll send you home again! I heard this and hurriedly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work? I'll walk home by myself." You smiled and said, "You're a child going home by yourself, can I, as a parent, feel relieved? Hurry up and get in the car!" I got into the car as I was told. Along the way, the road is sometimes flat, sometimes potholes, I somehow feel especially guilty, feel sorry for mom. But my mouth is like smeared with strong glue, how can not open, even if open, but my throat can not make a sound.
At home, I stood in the door of the building, looking at your fading figure in the mist of rain completely disappeared, I suddenly found that you are so great ......
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Unforgettable fire
The fire, with its beautiful colors, but at the same time is also fearful. But in front of the fire, mom was not afraid.
One morning, I woke up and found that my door, the walls of the hallway of the black, the air filled with a faint smell of burning. I was shocked to see this scene. Later after my neighbors and my mother I learned what happened last night.
Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped, rubbing out sparks. In no time the fire started. The fire burned uncontrollably and smoke rolled in. The fire trucks came, knocking on doors and evacuating people. At this time, my mom also woke up, and when he realized that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake up the sleeping me. But since I was very tired after my dance class, I slept very y. Mom couldn't wake me up, no matter how much she screamed or pushed. Mom tried to run with me in her arms, but I was too heavy and far beyond her capacity. So, mom made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me. Mom soaked two towels and covered my mouth and nose as well as her own. Mom held me like this and waited for the living to come without feeling for it. Fortunately, the firefighters put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mom and I were saved!
Mom lightly recounted the composition, as if not at all to make the night of the fire as a matter of fact. But at this time, listening to the side of the I can not stand, tears at once in the blurred my vision.
In an instant, I felt a warm feeling in my heart murmuring flow. What is the power that can make mom in front of the blazing fire without flinching? What power can make mom face the danger of death to accompany me to face the incoming fire? I think this may be the mother's love. Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is not false after all. The power of a mother's love is great, it is mom in front of the fire in danger. In fact, mom can completely put me down and run away alone. But she did not. In the life-and-death emergency, so that my mom held me and gave me strength. Escape is a human instinct, but in front of the selfless mother's love, it can only give in. Mother's love is a kind of strength, a kind of faith, a kind of responsibility. "The world is only as good as your mother", this is true, when you are injured and in danger, your mother will open her arms and give you strength and warmth.
The suffering see true love, usually rambling mom will be in front of the fire without fear, which may be derived from the strong love of the mother!
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Unfortunate woman
This is an unfortunate woman, in a windy and rainy night, a hit-and-run car from the crosswalk she flew out and fled in the night, she is lucky, traffic accidents, the green channel of life so that she got the best medical care in the first time, there is no worry about medical costs, since she has been in a coma since she was admitted to the hospital. Since the hospital, she has been in a coma, the doctor said: her brain nerve damage, may never wake up, she is also pregnant has been more than five months! She was five months pregnant and should be considered for induction of labor for therapeutic reasons! When she was transferred from the neurology department to the obstetrics and gynecology department, the doctor could not make up his mind to perform the surgery. The fetus in her abdomen was not only developing normally, but was also higher than the same period of the fetus in some of the vital indexes, which was a miracle!
Her life is also a mystery, where did she come from? Where is it going? Her hurried journey is to meet with whom, who is the father of the child in her abdomen, what kind of story is this, as long as she is not awake, there will be no way to know, and moreover, no one knows, before the accident, his days are happy or sad.
The days passed in her coma, and finally one day she was wheeled into the delivery room, and then the doctor proudly announced that the five-kilogram baby boy was healthy! The nurses brought the baby over to her, they felt that even though the mother was a vegetable, they should let the mother and child meet, as the baby instinctively sucked on the breast, the mother's face showed all kinds of impulses, and her chest was surprisingly milky and wet! The milk was secreting little by little. After that, whenever the nurse brought the baby over to breastfeed him, this happy expression would appear on her face, and sometimes her mouth would murmur as if she were a happy mother singing to her child.
Three months later, and in turn, let the child eat enough, she finally left the world calmly and peacefully. When she was admitted to the hospital, she weighed one hundred and twenty-one pounds, eighty-six pounds after delivery, and only sixty-three pounds before her death, she was using her own flesh and blood in the gestation and feeding of this child! Originally, she could have left after giving birth to the child, but fearing that the child would be alone, she insisted on accompanying him on the road of life for a while. Later, we bought her a piece of cheap cemetery, no her name, nor her life, simple tombstone only a line of text: a body shining with the glory of the mother's love of the woman!
Is there a beautiful language that can say everything about a mother's love? I don't think so.
What magical ruler can measure the mother's love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper: a large mudslide on a night in June last year destroyed four villages in Meigu County, Sichuan Province, and devoured more than one hundred and fifty lives in a flash. A young mother, despite the fact that her thighs had been crushed by the rocks, held her baby, who was only a few years old, aloft with both hands in the waist-deep mudslide, and stood up with great difficulty for more than four hours. She has been insisting until the early morning, waiting for the rescue people, the baby was unharmed!
When I read this report, hot tears flowed down my cheeks. In the blur of tears, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of my eyes surrounded by divine light, and that is our mother! The light that surrounds her is the motherhood of Chinese mothers!
I once read an article in the "Reader" magazine: in the Nanjing "7.31" crash, almost all the passengers on the plane died, but there is a baby girl named Dani is miraculously alive. It turned out that in the moment of the plane crash, Danni mother Gong Hongmei tightly embrace the child in his arms, with his own body to block the rocks and foreign objects and flames, Gong Hongmei with their own death in exchange for the life of the little Danni. The mother held her daughter so tightly that rescuers had to work hard to get Dani out.
I read this article a few years ago, when I was still an elementary school student, but I will never forget the shock this article caused in my mind! With tears in my eyes, I pondered a question that did not fit my age: what is mother's love? It seems that from this moment on, I have found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a small poem titled "A Bowl of Oil and Salt Rice": The day before yesterday, I came home from school with a bowl of oil and salt rice in the pot. Yesterday/I came home from school/without a bowl of oil and salt in the pot. /Today/ I came home from school/ and fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/ and put it on my mom's grave.
I was still in a state of ignorance when my eyes scanned this little poem. The second time I read this little poem carefully, my tears flowed down. For such a mother who had to prepare a bowl of rice with oil and salt for her child in the last hours of her life, for such a mother who did her best to give her child warmth and love in the midst of poverty and misery. Through the bitter wind and rain, I seem to see that in thousands of poor villages, there are millions of such poor but great mother!
Like many of my classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Perhaps because they have too much, but a little less experience the preciousness of the mother's love. Until my mother left me to work far away, until I left my hometown to study in the vocational school, so I have a long time with my parents apart. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate's female companion happily gathering with her mother who came to visit, I had to quietly hide to the side.
Mother's love is the greatest in the world
Mother's love
"There is only one thing good in the world, mother's child is like a piece of treasure. The first thing you need to do is to throw yourself into your mother's arms and enjoy the happiness. ......" Whenever I hear this song, that unforgettable event surfaces in front of my eyes again.
On a night of lightning and thunder, the sky was pouring with rain. I was awakened by the sound of the rain and felt sick all over, so I told my mom. Mom touched my forehead and said in surprise: "Ah! It's so hot, you must have a fever." After saying that, she immediately put on her coat and took the umbrella to take me out to see the doctor.
The rain got heavier and heavier, and my mom actually used her frail body to carry me on her back to the hospital so that I wouldn't get wet. I wanted to tell my mom that I could take the car, but it was pouring rain and it was the middle of the night, so where was the car? I watched my mom carrying me and holding the umbrella over my head while she got soaked. My heart was cut to pieces and I was so excited that I shed hot tears. Mom carried me on her back for such a long time, but she still hadn't arrived at the hospital. By this time, I couldn't tell if it was her sweat or the rain running down my mom's head. At this time, I seemed to feel how great a mother's love is!
Walking, mom suddenly tripped over a stone and almost fell down. I blurted out, "Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, if I didn't get sick, you wouldn't have to carry me so hard." Mom smiled at that and said, "Son, you've grown up and understand. It doesn't matter to me, as long as you are fine, mom is relieved." Saying that, mom shed a few tears. "Mom, why are you crying?" I asked. Mom said, "I am crying with joy, because you have grown up and know that you care about your mom, I am so happy."
After a long journey, we finally arrived at a 24-hour hospital. My mom didn't even take a break before taking me to the doctor, then to get the medicine, and carrying me home again.
Mother's love is as boundless as the sky, as vast as the sea, bathed in the sunshine of love, overflowing with wordless affection. Because of mother's love, we are happy and happy.
Mother's love
My mother's hands are so rough, but in these hands into the mother's hope for me, my care and love. I love my mom's hands.
I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind and rain came to my mom and me who were going home. My mom was struggling to pedal the motorcycle, and I was sitting in the back with my teeth chattering from the cold. At this moment, my mom got off the bike and said to me kindly, "Huihui, bear with me, we're almost home." After saying that, my mom took off her gloves and put them on me, at that moment, I felt a stream of warmth flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, and tears gushed out like broken beads. Mom, a few days ago your hand cracked, although you smiled and told me it was okay. But I know how can your hand not hurt? It's just that you don't want me to worry. When I got home, my mom rubbed her hands vigorously, and I looked at your hands, which were frozen blue and purple. I immediately threw myself into your arms and cried, and you used her almost frozen hands to touch me and said: "Children, don't cry, be strong, you have to study hard, don't let me down on your hopes!"
I don't know how many times my mother used her hands to cover me; I don't know how many times I overcame all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands. ......
I love my mom's warm and strong hands.
There was no wind, and the snow fell leisurely. Outside the mountain is white, this side of the mountain, just like a world of powder. Today, my mother sent me to the county high school on the other side of the mountain to study, this rugged mountain road, I have walked many times, but every time my mother always insisted on accompanying me to school. I jumped in the snow, in the white mountain road, fell my string of footprints, mom in the back carrying luggage, mouth kept urging: "Hey! Hao, walk slowly, be careful of slippery feet ------" she went out early in the morning and did not stop rambling!
"I'm in my third year of school, and I'm not a kid." I mumbled impatiently from the front.
"Ho, that gray sweater is in the bag, it's cold, remember ------" Mom followed, "And get along with your classmates outside ------"
"Mom, I know! People's ears are calloused!" I finally pressed on, raising my voice.
Mom looked stunned and reached out to pat the snowflakes on my shoulder, letting out a soft sigh of relief. A cold wind came to my face, lifting up my mom's thin clothes, she could not help but shiver, suddenly, as if she remembered something, she put her hand on my head, the corner of her mouth twitched for a moment, but finally did not say anything else!
Snowflakes gently drifted down, my mom and I walked side by side silently forward. It was quiet, this side of the mountains, surprisingly quiet!
The station arrived, it was crowded, my mom helped me buy my ticket, re-cleaned my duffel bag, stood up again, skillfully straightened my messy hair and turned up collar, looked at me knowingly, and gestured, "Get on the bus and go!"
The car started, I poked my head out of the window, and saw her familiar eyes again, in the crowd of people coming and going, mom stood there dumbfounded, watching the slowly moving car, just in the car turned the corner of the moment, I clearly see her eyes full of tears, suddenly, as if she remembered something, quickly caught up with her, and shouted: "Ho! , the day is cold, remember to add more clothes ------" My heart sank violently, tears could not help but come out of the socket.
"Mom! I remember!" I poked my head out and waved as hard as I could.
Outside the window, the young mother stood there dumbfounded, the snow is still yo
Some people say: "Mother's love is selfless." Yes, mother's love is the warmth of the sun, dedication to her light; mother's love is a vast
ocean, exposed to the broad bosom; mother's love is a fertile soil, feeding the children to grow strong.
Mother's love, the most selfless love in the world;
Mother's love, the most benevolent love in the world;
Mother's love, the most tolerant love in the world;
Mother's love, the greatest love in the world!
From the day that you wow wow landed, she will use the warm hands, the weak you in the arms;
From the day that you learned to speak, she taught you to shout the first "mom"! She cried, tears of excitement, tears of pride.
Whether you go to the end of the world or the corner of the sea, she will always be hanging on to you.
The height of the sky is never as high as a mother's love for her children; the width of the sea is never as wide as a mother's love for her children!
If one day, the world, there is a kind of love still exists,
I firmly believe that it must be ----- "mother's love"! Mother's love is a piece of sunshine, even in the cold winter can feel the warmth of spring; mother's love is a spring, even if the mind years of dust and sand, but also allows you to clear clear; mother's love is a tree, even if the seasonal cycle is also fixed home, willing to hold up a shade of green.
Mother, you are the greatest person, but also the one who loves me the most. I remember when I was a child, I was often sick, because I could not afford to pay the expensive medicine, Dad always again and again, I abandoned the field, and you always again and again to carry me back. You said you couldn't let go of the affection of 10 months of pregnancy and 8 months of breastfeeding. When I was at my sickest, and the doctors said I couldn't be saved, my grandmother wrapped me in some old quilts and secretly put me in the bamboo forest, but when you found out about it, you brought me back again. Kneeling for three days and nights, praying to God, or moved by my mother's sincerity, I came back to life. Since then, my health but gradually got better. Mother, you gave me a second life, I am forever grateful to you!
Mother's love is an idyllic poem, distant and pure; mother's love is a landscape painting, natural and fresh; mother's love is a song, euphonious and affectionate.
Mother, you are the supporter of my career. If it were not for you, I would not have realized my wish to be a teacher. In my college entrance examination fill in the time of aspiration, father, brother, sisters do not let me choose the profession of teachers. It was you who supported me and encouraged me. When my career took off, you are always supporting me; when I suffered setbacks, you are constantly encouraging me; when I was disappointed, it was you who told me again and again: failure is the tutor of success, summarize the experience can be set sail again, perseverance will be victorious. From then on, in my career, whether I suffer setbacks or get results, I have to face with ease. Mother, it is your support and encouragement to cast the splendor of my career, I will always be grateful to you!
Mother's love is the intoxicating spring breeze, is moisturizing rain, is accompanied by a lifetime of laughter, is the strand of your wandering thoughts of the end of the world.
Mother, your daughter has grown up, can not serve you at your side, but you will always be my only worry in this life. Mother, it is my good fortune to have you as my mother in this life. The selfless motherly love you gave me will be my lifelong love and my gratitude for the rest of my life!
Mother's love, an unchanging topic, can never be interpreted. It is like the melody of music, sometimes uplifting, urging people to forge ahead, sometimes quiet and peaceful, to create a new self.
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Long ago, I do not know how many white hairs in the corner of my mother's bun, I do not know how many crow's feet in the corner of my mother's eyes, I do not know how much my mother for me to worry about, and how much sweat she has spilled. But I only know that my mother gave me her heart.
In the past, I always seemed to be disdainful of my mother's love, and I always seemed to be very impatient in front of my mother, who said to me that I was even more deaf. That time when my mother came to visit me, I looked very impatient, and my mother could only sigh and say, "My child, why don't you sympathize with your parents' love for you?" I roared at my mother like an angry lion, "I don't sympathize? Why can't you see when I'm understanding? Why don't you think of my feelings when you and Dad are fighting so much? What do you take me for, air or trash? Do I have any place in your hearts? Do you even know I'm your daughter?" Mother speechless, tears from the corner of the eye down, like the waterfall on Mount Lu, the water flowing rapidly. At this time, my heart is like a strangled, perhaps this word is more appropriate to describe the mother, I know that the words just now, stabbed the mother's heart, but also stabbed my heart, I can no longer look at the mother, but also do not want to see her tearful look, at this time, I have a strong force in my heart to drive me to hurry to escape from here, and I also rightly obey the heart to flee away.
Returning to the dormitory, I treated it as if nothing had happened, and talked and laughed with my roommates. I don't know how long it took my mother to get out of there, but I know it must have been a crying trip home, and I don't think she'll be visiting again.
It was just a matter of time before it was Saturday again. It was a particularly bad day, foggy and with a cold north wind, but that didn't stop parents from coming to visit their sons and daughters at all. Seeing other people's parents and children's affectionate strength, I feel sour in my heart. I went to the dormitory in despair, I have not in the hope that parents will come to see me. But I just lay down on the bed, I heard someone shouting at me outside the window, I looked up, but it was my mother. I thought it was an illusion, rubbed my eyes and looked again, but it was really my mother. Before I could react, she had already arrived at the door of the dormitory. My mother's lips were purple, shivering, her hands were red, and she was holding my favorite fruits and chips. I stood frozen for a while and said, "Mom, look at you freezing like this, why don't you wear warmer, today the fog is so heavy why do you still come to see me?" "Your dad said he missed you and had to ask me to come, your dad is still out there! He's been out there for over 40 minutes, so get out and see your dad." "Mom, why are you wearing such thin clothes, aren't you afraid of freezing?" "I forgot to wear it, your dad was anxious to see you, so he came here in a panic and took some time off." "I know, then let's go to him quickly." Coming to Dad, I didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Son, do you have heat in your dorm?" It was Pa who broke the quiet scene first, "Oh, it's heated." My answer seemed to be very cold, my father just looked at me and said, "What did you say about your mom last time, your mom came home and cried all the time and didn't tell me why. You have what can not be unraveled knot, today here to unravel the sky! Do you know how good your mom is to you? She picks every fruit carefully, washes it and dries it before bagging it for you. Every night, she continues to talk about whether you will kick the quilt when you sleep,
will not freeze up. Whenever she sees a change in the weather, she will always say: "Xu, this child does not know whether to add clothes, this child loves to follow the popular trend, see others
wear less, she will not wear more. I don't know what to do if I'm freezing. I'm not sure I can do that, but I'm sure I can do it, and I'm sure I can do it, and I'm sure I can do it. The day your mom was not sure you went to see you, the result
Results, she was crying back, usually your mom to save food and drink for what? It is not to save that few dollars, to buy you what you love to eat?"
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault, I know. Mom, you've always loved me, I've wronged you all, it's my fault, mom, will you forgive me?"
"My son, what are you talking about? How could mom blame you? As long as you can sympathize with mom's kindness to you, mom doesn't need you to return the favor, she just wants to see you smile every time she comes to see you."
"Mom, I will, I will listen to you."
"Then we're off, so hurry back to your dorm!"
"Okay, then I'll see that you guys leave before I go back."
On the way back to the dormitory, my tears flowed down my cheeks again. It turned out that I had misunderstood my mom all along, and I will never be able to repay her for all the love she has shown me.
The call of heart to heart, the transmission of love to love, which is like a single note, only when pieced together into a melody, will feel its euphonious and melodious.
Love has no words, only with the heart to discover, in order to experience the meaning of true love.
Each parent can be said to take good care of their children, my parents are just one of the parents in the world, each parent will compose an ode to love for their children, which every note is poured into the parents' deep love. It doesn't always play out, just silent devotion, waiting for waiting, waiting until you to find, to appreciate, to sing.
Listen! Do you hear it? Do you hear the melody of a mother's love ......
I've been looking for a long time, I hope it's good for you (*^_^*)