Family will never be laid off

In my dictionary, the mother is the bright and warm candle that illuminates my entire life.

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Gently, it is the mother's footsteps, deep, is the feeling of the heart; gently, is the mother's voice, sweet, filled with warmth; gently is the mother's touch, warm, is my Heart nest.

I always have too many complaints about my mother.

Complaining her, the voice is like a whistle on the train; complaining about her, walking is always procrastinating; complaining that she has never been gentle.

This cold early winter, I am reading the third day. Only 30 days to go to the final exam, New Year's Day holiday home, I said on the table to review homework, after a while, my mother yelled at me with a scorpion; "Eat!" I really can't be in the cold air. Endure this high-decibel shout like the river lion. I patted the table and shouted at her; "You shouted like this, call the soul, you!" Mom nailed her feet to the floor, her hands shrunk, and she was a little nervous. I continue to count her; and, when you walk, always squat on the floor, do you have any hatred on the floor? Didn't you see that I was reviewing my homework? At first glance, I know that you haven’t pointed your education, 'I pointed my finger at her nose. I sneaked at her with a sneak peek at her, her hands uneasily licking each other, her head down, her cheeks faintly faint, and swearing a word that made me ashamed; "I take you from a baby less than a foot long. Raising a big, awkward, spoiled, and not raising a child without knowing the parents." Mom sighed and quietly left, I feel that I am too much, but still screaming and slamming the door .

The cold air made me feel cold, and I walked out of the room with a hint of sputum...

It was night, the moonlight was quietly spilling over my room, and the floor was covered with a thin, transparent silver gauze. Through the moonlight, I seemed to see that my mother took a light step, a light step, and called me gently. . I lay in bed, quietly reminiscing about my mother's soft love.

Suddenly, the door slammed, I know that my mother is coming, I don’t make a sound, I am pretending to fall asleep. I heard a sound of "shasha". My mother took a small step and walked into my bed. She was so careful, cautious and afraid to wake me up, and I was afraid of the soft moonlight. I opened my eyes slightly and saw that my mother was looking at me with a sly look, then slowly reached out and took my pillow. I pretended to consciously reverse my head, I was not facing her face, she reached out and rubbed my horn, then gently pressed and touched. She looked at me with ecstasy, her face showing a satisfying and happy smile. The shallow dimples, even in the face of the gully, the face of the vicissitudes of life, still can not hide the face of her face, along the moonlight, I saw a lot of white silk in my mother's head, I only Found that my mother is old. The wind frost polished her edges and the time also took her youth. Especially after being counted by me, my mother was like a lost soul. Gently, she walked out of the room, "clam" a crisp and crisp, the chain gently bite the lock tongue.

I have turned over and over, I can't sleep for a long time, even though I treat my mother's love in a rough way, but you don't have any complaints. Just ask the world, only the mother can do it. I really don't know how to be blessed!

In my heart, my family will never be laid off!

Henan Xinxiang Changchun County Hongli School Central Committee Jiuban Junior Third: Song Wenzhao