At that moment, my world is springing.

The car was bumping on the rugged road. I leaned against the window and watched the small households not far away from rising smoke. I carefully manipulated the small gift box in my hand, and my heart was upset. What is it doing, ,,,,, maybe, she simply doesn’t know that today is her birthday.

When I first entered the door, I met my mother. I stood in front of my mother. I was not conscious of the unit and scratched my head: "Well, happy, happy birthday," the mother snorted, and was taken over by the spoiled, and then carefully opened, I saw My mother’s eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and my nose trembled. I nervously asked, “I like it.” “Like, of course I like it, my daughter’s message,,,,,” As if swaying infinite happiness

After dinner, my mother sat quietly beside me, opening my book from time to time, with a touch of unnoticeable smile on my face, and the pen habitually rotating between my thumb and forefinger, so gentle night always I am most nostalgia

"Well ,,,,, ,,,,, outstretched hand," the mother said suddenly said, "Look at your nails so long, do not know Shear ,,,," My tongue out, silly laugh my heart waves from a burst of happiness ripples. I grew to love pestering my mother for nails. Ever since I have been in the state of the itch of happiness, I have not enjoyed it for a long time, ,,,,,

Mother head down, dedicated to help me a manicure, and still put away Look, Bibi, looked like a favorite item, my heart suddenly rises one kind of sour feeling, for the first time with his mother from So close, the face I used to be familiar with is no longer young, and the bright eyes are quietly engraved with the traces of the years. The smooth er head does not know when to find out a lot of Huafa, the mother’s nose is rhythmical with uniform breathing. Slightly trembled, the smile ran out of the wrinkles and looked very happy.

My gaze fell on my mother's hands, the khaki color, the rough skin, and the short, bald fingers were covered with black stalks of forks like dry branches. A real pain began to erode my heart, my whole body was tight, my eyes finally couldn't hold my tears, and my tears silently spilled my eyes.

"Okay, very beautiful" Like a great project, my mother smiled happily at me, saw tears on my face, panicked and panicked, panic and care filled with eyes: "What happened, from time to time It hurts you?"

"Nothing," I hurriedly wiped the tears from my face, not too embarrassed.

At that moment, my world blossomed in spring, only when she trimmed her nails with infinite love and immersion in irresistible satisfaction, which was put on hold for a long time, so that the forgotten mother love changed her, she She does not need any gorgeous words, does not need the promise of life and death to adhere to, she is selfless.

At that moment, my world is spring blossoming.