Late at night, all the music is silent, only the moon and stars hanging high in the sky, give everything a warm cover.
I lazily lay on the bed and slept. Dad said to go down the curtains, but the curtains are broken, pulled quite high, can not come down, the moonlight shines in, more or less bright. Dad, being a doctor, said that too much brightness would affect my sleep and brain, and I said it was fine, I could fall asleep, and in order to be able to go to bed earlier, Dad closed the door for me and left. The curtains were still hanging high.
An hour or so passed, I estimate that there is 12 o'clock, may be the moonlight is too bright, and I drank some tea in the morning, in bed, tossing and turning, can not sleep, lying quietly, looking through the moonlight, really a little cozy. Suddenly, I heard a "click", a small sound, the door slowly pushed open, a beam of light came in - it was Dad! I was afraid of letting him know that I was still awake at this late hour, so I hurriedly rolled up the quilt and pretended to be asleep, and with my eyes clueless, I could still see: he was holding a screwdriver, pliers, and a small bag of screws. He was afraid of waking me, took off his slippers, looked at how I slept, and then tiptoed, slowly walked to the curtains, gently, put all kinds of tools lightly on my desk, slowly moved a stool, and then stood up, and took all kinds of tools into his hands - Dad repaired up on the curtains. Under the bright moonlight, he repaired very seriously, full attention, and try not to make a sound, repairing the repair turned his head to see if I was woken up, he paid attention to every detail, the action is not skilful, but give it his all, dad is nearly 40 years old, every action seems to be very hard, bending over, bowing his head, no longer as flexible as before. Soon, the curtains were repaired, Dad gently got down from the stool and gently pulled the curtains down, the curtains blocked the light, the room darkened, much more comfortable.
Dad picked up his tools, tiptoed and slowly pulled the door open, and was about to go out, when a moment after pulling the door open, a burst of light came back in. My bed is very close to the door of the room, eyes, I clearly saw my father's bloodshot eyes, haggard face, tired figure ......
I turned my head, nestled my head in the quilt, the power of a father's love, so that I can not help but weep ......
Mother's love is pure; mother's love is selfless; mother's love is great; mother's love is only know how to give and do not seek return.
Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love is like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love is like a winter furnace, giving you in the winter to create a warm heart of the sun.
In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is, my mother is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is, my mother is knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a happy figure, that is, my mother is happy for my learning progress.
Looking back carefully, in my life, which day is less of a mother's figure? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; whenever I feel like a weak and helpless bird, my mother opens her wide arms and gives me warmth and love.
Once we had an injection in school, and as a result I got bloodsick. At that time it was at noon, my mother heard, without saying a word, even the noon meal did not eat hurriedly rushed to the school, back me to find a doctor, and then my mother took leave to accompany me in the hospital. At that time, I saw my mom was very sad, for some reason, I also feel a trace of heartache.
There was another time, I bought a big watermelon with my mom and dad. When I got home, I hadn't eaten it yet, and my mouth was watering. Mom cut the melon, first gave me a piece of melon seeds less, melon flesh sweet piece. She ate the one with more seeds and not so sweet flesh.
But a mother's love can sometimes be harsh. I have always had the bad habit of carelessness. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after physical education class at school. When I got home, my mother criticized me severely. But I know that my mom was actually very heartbroken, and she didn't want to scold her son, but it was the only way to motivate me to change my carelessness.
Mother's love is the greatest kind of love inside. Children are the mother with their own love watering flowers and plants, children's growth can not be separated from the mother's every drop of love. Mother, a lifetime of children escort, silent in the children behind the children for children to guide the direction.
The mother's love for us is something we can repay? As the "Youzi Yin" said, "Who said that inch grass heart, to get three spring sunshine."