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Can't walk the sea of ​​affection


Can't walk the sea of ​​affection

Mother love is like the sea, even if it is exhausted for a lifetime, it will not come to an end.

--Inscription

My mother always regards me as a child of five or six years old. She will often call me baby, and will not allow me to do what she thinks is dangerous. She often said to me, "You are still young," "You have not grown up." And I think this is not a good thing for a 16-year-old child.

So, I began to refuse the mother to intervene in my business.

That evening, I am going to my classmates' home for a birthday party. When I left, my mother told me that she would pick me up at the gate of the community. I refused toughly: "Mom. I am fine, I don't have to pick you up, I have grown up." Then I dropped my words in the door.

At the end of the banquet, the sky was dark and a few stars squinted in the night sky. A cold breeze blew, I couldn't help but shrink my neck.

When I walked to the door of the community, I finally saw someone I didn't want to see - mother.

Mother looked at me and her figure was pulled long by the street light. She saw me and hurried to me, handing me the coat in my hand and said lovingly, "Come on, don't catch cold." I snorted and put on my clothes. My mother also reached out to help me with the button.

In the night sky, a hump-like chord is hanging on the treetops in the distance. The soft yellow light squats from the top of my mother's head. I looked at my mother carefully. The wrinkles on her face were more, and the white hair on her head was more conspicuous. There is a ripple in my heart: "When did my mother become so old?"

The mother finished the button, tightened her neckline, and showed a happy smile on her face. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and some crampedly said: "It’s cold in the evening, I’m afraid you are frozen, so come...”

My heart is sour: Mom always thinks for me, she puts all her love on me, and me? But pushed away indifferently! How naive is my approach!

I realized that maternal love is a sea, a vast expanse of sea, even if I have exhausted my life, I can't walk out of this deep sea.

The second day: happy little river

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