Unforgettable old face

I don't know when, I found a yellowed old photo in the cupboard. Inside the photo is a young woman with long black hair flying in the wind, dressed in plain but just reflecting her white, smooth skin. Caressing the yellow curled corner, my heart is a bit sour. This woman is my mother.

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Looking up at my mother, the original black and bright hair has already produced a lot of white silk, and the pink skin is no longer present. The crow's feet of the corner of the eye do not know when there are a few more, like the deep nicks of time. Mother's beautiful and beautiful face, where have you gone?

I can't forget, when I wake up every day, my mother is busy preparing breakfast for me in the kitchen; I can't forget, every time I go out, my mother's thousands of miles: Be careful on the road, listen carefully... I can't forget, go back every day. Home, on the door is a sumptuous dinner, and the mother's tired voice; I can't forget, when I was sick, my mother was busy, worried eyes; I can't forget, I was preparing for the exam and playing the night battle. In the evening, the mother brought a cup of warm milk, and a warm advice: "Almost sleep, don't read the book so late"; I can't forget, my mother's sly look after all the housework... I know The mother's youth is buried in the rice and oil of life, buried in the care of me. And those things that I can't forget are all engraved in the face of my mother's old age.

My mother's black hair has turned into white silk because it has spurred me too much and too much to teach me. The mother's eyes have turned into kind eyes because I have been gazing at me for too long and have been waiting for me for too long; The mother's smooth skin became a "hill" in the gully, because I touched me too soft and touched me too softly; my mother's rosy lips became dry because I was too deep and kissed me too deeply... Mother's beautiful and beautiful face, where have you gone? I understand that it has melted into my blood, in my heart. The reason why my mother’s face is old is because of me!

I can't recover my mother's youthful face, but I believe that as long as I am willing to make a little bit for my mother, even if it is just the tip of the iceberg of great motherhood, she will smile.

My mother’s old face contains too much love for me, making me unforgettable!

Second day: Zeng Yue