Feel the motherly love

There was a candle in front of the window, which glowed silently in the darkness.

I, an ordinary child, a boy who wakes up every day by his mother, asks his mother to make a bed, keeps her mother warm, and even washes her clothes with her mother. I have already developed a dress to reach out and have a habit of opening my mouth. The mother always smiled and said: "Son, what clothes do you want to wash?" "Son, be careful on the way to school!" "Son, don't forget to go home early!" __ and I always 甩Give the mother a word: "I can really sharpen!"

The candle is still burning, although the light is not strong, but it is particularly bright in this dimly lit room.

When people go to the third day, they will always face a lot of pressure, and the progress of learning will speed up. The students will go their separate ways. __ Every time I think of these, my mood is always low. One day, I returned home with a sullen face. My mother seemed to feel my strangeness. I walked straight back to the room and slammed the door. Regardless of the mother standing on the side. After a while, the mother followed, and a warm hand was placed on my back and said: "Son, it is near Wang Lihong and released a new album, called "18 Martial Arts", you will love to listen!" I usually like to listen to Wang Lihong's songs. After listening to these words, I immediately got the spirit. Then, my mother put your album out on the CD. I was enchanted by this wonderful music. What troubles are gone. . Mom is not interested in pop songs at ordinary times, nor does she know how she knows that I like Wang Lihong. It is really difficult for her.

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, the flame was blown to the east, and the tears gradually came out.

On a Sunday morning, I wanted to sleep late, but my mother came to wake me up early to learn. I didn't move in the warm bed. My mother called me again. I was very upset and sat up, squatting. Dao: "You are bothering and not letting me sleep for a while on Sunday!" At this time, I found that my mother was stunned, turned away, and went back to the kitchen and never came in again. I regret very much. When I had breakfast, my mother’s face had no strange expression. She still smiled and said to me as usual: "Son, come, the meal is going to be cold!" I listened to my heart, mother. Always like this, tolerate me with a tolerant heart.

From then on, the candle was covered with a lampshade, and the outside wind could no longer blow the candle, and the candle would no longer shed tears.

Nine-year class of Renmin Middle School, Anda City, Heilongjiang Province: Liu Yu