We always love each other

Mother, is an esoteric book, young children often do not understand, until they really grow up, standing in the ideal and reality, the reopening of this esoteric book at the intersection of history and today, in order to understand the mother A sincere heart.

As I grew up, I also had my own friends and my inner world. I care less about my slowly aging mother. She is thin and she has to move out of the heavy cargo every day. Every time I see this scene, my heart is sour, but once I ignored her again. In the words of her mother, she is so eager to work hard in the early morning, just to eat enough. I am very puzzled. Why did my mother work so hard and get such a small return?

As her mother's age grows, her temper is getting bigger and bigger, and she is getting more and more loved. Her image has undergone subtle changes in my heart.

For a little bit, she loves to be angry and likes to teach me. There are fewer and fewer opportunities to knit sweaters and check homework, and there is no chance of embracing. You know, in the past, she liked to embroider a butterfly that was ready to be woven on my sweater!

That summer camp, my father helped me sign up, thinking that I will leave this room that makes me uncomfortable, and I feel very comfortable. When I packed up the things, I still hummed the little song. My mother gave me a look and went out.

When I was having lunch, I thought that I would leave after lunch. My mother didn't want to let me know what I meant. I was awkward, but it didn't affect my mood. Eat almost, my father told me that my mother wants to make dumplings, so let us not bother to disturb her. I walked into the kitchen, she was standing with dumplings, we were silent. Looking at the back of the cockroach, and the white hair from the corner, I had a little impulse, I hugged her, her arms moved, and finally did not break free. I fell on her back, feeling her body temperature, and my heart was warm.

After lunch, my mother said that she would not send me downstairs. Going downstairs, I looked at the window and found that she was looking at me. She waved at me, her fingertips moved, and clearly told me her love. Suddenly, a warm stream rushed into my heart.

Mother, is an affectionate sea, depicting the most beautiful picture of spring, the magnificent poems in the summer, the broad mind, storing sorrow, missing, love, full of joy, love, hope.

There are faint poems in the long clouds, and there are blessings in the faint poems.

In fact, we always love each other!

Second day: Wang Tiantian