Mother's hand

When I came back, I felt the trembling hands of my whole body, which was my mother’s indescribable comfort and thoughts. --Inscription

In winter, it is not like the breeze of spring; it is not like the scorching sun in the summer; it is not as fruitful as autumn. This season has its own unique style, and the love of mother and daughter melts the winter covered in silver. That night, I returned home early, saw my mother eating melon seeds, and her hands were wrapped in the eye-catching gloves. Mother usually does not wear gloves, how to wear it today? After eating, my mother washed the dishes in the kitchen, and she replaced the cotton gloves again with rubber gloves for washing dishes. Why? I had to be suspicious, and my head began to think again. In the dead of night, my mother came to my room and gave me a covered quilt and left. Actually, I didn't sleep, I was always confused about my mother's wearing gloves. A faint light illuminates the mother's room, and I gently open the door to a slit. My mother finally took the gloves down and showed the shadow of the mother's preparation for medicine. What happened to my mother? I rushed in, I held my mother's hand, and my mother saw my distressed expression stunned. How many holes in the hands were pinched, and the detergent was taken away, and the cold wind was cut off by the cold wind. There was a mist in the purple-black sky. The window showed a scene of gently applying medicine to my mother. I used my mouth to blow a gentle wind to my mother's hand. It disappeared into the cold, leaving only a thick love, melting the whole winter, the yellowing light spread out to the surroundings, and the whole room was filled with the taste of love between mother and daughter. How much mother paid for this family, her scarred hands created a happy world for me, mother is the most selfless person, she silently pays no regrets. Mom will be my daughter in my next life!

Henan Xinxiang Changchun County Henan Hongli School Central China Babanchu 2: Yang Ruru