Mother's love is like sunshine, melting the hard ice in my heart; Like a drizzle, scrubbing my dusty heart window; Like a bright light on the sea, it shows me the way forward. My mother is my guide in my study and my life. Mom, God took me forward. Although the distance between us is far away, the rope of missing connects us into a line. I want to shout: "Mom, I miss you, do you hear?"
The rain, the bigger it is, has no intention of getting smaller. I hesitated. Mom said firmly, "Come, I'll send you to the bookstore to study."
My mother took me in one hand and an umbrella in the other, and came to the book court. There is a big puddle in front of us, which is full of black and dirty water. It's too dirty. I was just about to stand on tiptoe when my mother grabbed my arm and whispered, "Baby, mom will take you there!" " ""no, I can do it myself! "I quickly said." No, mom is afraid that you will catch a cold and go to school tomorrow. "Say that finish, my mother handed me the umbrella, rolled up her pants, squatted down, looked up and said to me," Come on up, son. Mom will take you there. "I began to hesitate and looked down at my mother's new shoes." Mom, this is your favorite leather shoes! """Mom smiled and said," Nothing, my son is more important than shoes! ""this ... ""come on! I am going to be late. " "All right-all right!" I slowly climbed onto my mother's back. Mom's back is so warm, especially in this pouring rain. I snuggled up to my mother's back, my head stuck in her neck, and my hand held my umbrella high.
My mother struggled to pick me up, raised her right foot without hesitation, stepped into the dirty water pit, and then stepped in with her left foot. Mother walked in the puddle with one foot deep and one foot shallow. I lay on my mother's back and tried to move my umbrella to her side to keep her from getting wet. Only then did I realize that I was wearing a raincoat, and the wet raincoat had soaked all the clothes on my mother's back. God seems to be still testing us, and the wind is blowing again, and the umbrella swings from side to side with the wind. Although the umbrella is below, it is useless. My mother's face, hair and ex are all wet ... I walked through the puddle and entered the house. My mother's clothes were all wet, but I didn't get wet or catch cold. I looked at my mother in front of me and couldn't help thinking of a song: Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. ...
Motherly love is like an umbrella, which brings you shade when it is hot; Motherly love is like a bowl of soup, which brings you health when you are sick; Motherly love is like a boat, which helps you tide over the difficulties in times of difficulty ... Motherly love will always move me and make me unforgettable.