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Never faded oil painting


My mother’s sneeze like a cold makes me sick.
One day, my homework just took a break. She also stipulated how many strokes I wrote and how many times the flute was blown.
When my mother was ill, I rushed out. Homework, calligraphy, and flute, I am not a robot, and I am bothered by my troubles. Unconsciously, I have walked out of the community.
It’s late autumn, the sky is dark, and there are fewer people on the road! In the past, my mother and I took this road together! Today, I am alone. Can open the bow without turning back the arrow, my heart is not reduced, how can I go back? Besides, is this old stubborn mother a person who can easily compromise? The street lamp was dark, and my shadow was stretched for a while, and it was shortened for a while. The trees on the side of the road are like a group of black shadows, making a squeaking noise in the wind, which makes the angry me suddenly add some terrible! There was a horrible scene in my mind: a few people gathered around me and stuffed my little body into a "huge sack"; or a black spray gun sprayed me with a mist of water, I immediately I fainted to the ground, unconscious... I seem to have heard my heartbeat. I ran fast, and it was hard to come to the big intersection.
Walking on the side of the road, my mood was calm, and my mind seemed to calm down a lot! In order to beware of the "bad guys", I tried to move forward slowly as we walked close to the store door. On the side of the road, an aunt took a girl in front of her intimately, and her heart trembled, and slowly followed behind them. Followed by a paragraph, I suddenly remembered the past: from small to large, my mother took my hand through this road countless times, while telling me the name of each store, while telling me a little story, reason! How warm it is! Tonight, my mother is only asking me to play less and learn more. Why should I be so angry? My mother took me to school every day, went home to be busy cooking, laundry, and no complaints. I... At this moment, the sky was drizzling with drizzle. The fluttering rain, like the mother's jealousy, is even the rain that tells me? A spirit in my heart: Mom, you must have broken your heart at this moment. go home! A kind of regret came to my heart.
Just as I turned around, I saw my mother rushing to me, tears in my eyes. She slammed my ass, thighs, and then pulled my hand tightly, almost as if I was a child, almost carrying me home.
After arriving home, my mother did not continue to blame me, but from her tired eyes, I can see how much panic and worry I have added to her.
That day has passed, but my mother is almost carrying me home, such as oil painting that never fades. My mother's tired and loving eyes have become the warmest memories of my heart.
On that day, I felt that I grew up a lot.

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