Moment of motherly love

Touching is a moment, a greeting of concern, a kind eyes, like a cup of warm tea in the winter, can warm our hearts.

I remember when I was boarding for the first time, because it was winter, the weather was very cold and I felt awkward when I covered two quilts. I went home and complained to my mother, but my mother didn't say anything at the time. After that, my mother will give me a hot water bottle every night, so I can sleep all night. The classmates in the dormitory are envious of me. After a self-study at the end of the night, it was raining outside. We braved the rain and rushed into the dormitory. When we saw that the clothes were all wet, we couldn’t help but fight a chill. I thought that my mother should not come tonight. I can't help but feel a sense of loss.

I stood in front of the window and suddenly walked out of the shadows from the shadows of the rain and walked to our dormitory. The thin body had a big helmet on the head and a bag on my hand. It was hard to be a kind. Inexplicable excitement. She came to our dormitory, and someone outside the door whispered my nickname. It’s Mom, I’m busy running outside, and when I look at it, she’s got a thorough thorough. She saw me and said with concern: "Wenli, cold, my mother is late because it is raining." I shook my head and took the bag from her hand. Inadvertently touched her hands full of old, cold, she subconsciously let go. I used to be a warm hand, but it’s so cold now, it’s really chilling! I whispered to her cold. She smiled and said: "Not cold." I looked at her hand and stared at her eyes again. She shifted the subject and avoided my eyes and said, "Look at the electric bag and still warm?" I endured tears, opened the bag, and took out the electric bag, which was not so warm. I looked at my mother's eyes and said, "It's warm!" Mom smiled gratifiedly.

"Mom should go home now, sleep at night, don't sleep outside the quilt, be careful!" I nodded. Let her be careful on the road. Looking at the back of her disappearing in the rain, tears flowed down her cheeks, looking at the electric heating bag with a little warmth in my hand, and my heart said silently: I love your mother! I slept very sweet that night.

Maternal love is selfless, and this kind of love touches us all the time, just like singing in the depths of the soul.

Rudong, Xinguang Middle School, Rudong Town, Rudong County: Li Jiahui