Mother in candlelight

"... ah! Mom in the candlelight..." Just as I was intoxicated to admire Mao Amin’s song, the beautiful music came to an abrupt end, and the room was dark and black - the power was cut off, and the mother put down her hands. I knitted the sweater and lit the candle in black. There was a bright light in the room. Through a small candlelight, I saw my mother’s eyes that looked very tired. My heart was sour. I was weak and sick from a small age. I had just recovered from a while ago, and my mother had several I didn't sleep well at night, and the big, dark eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. My mother picked up my sweater and woven it with all my heart. The mother in the candlelight looked old. I don’t know when it started, and her eyes were even more wrinkled. In these fifteen years, I don’t know how much my mother has done for me and how much love I have given me. The candle fire beat and brought me back ten years ago... It was a summer, I went back home to visit relatives with my mother. At that time, my hometown still had no electricity. At night, every household would light a candle or a small oil lamp.

I remember that the little candlelight always reflected the busy figure of my mother, and my mother kept taking care of her grandmother who was sick in bed.

At that time, I was no longer spoiled to my mother as I used to, shouting to let my mother stay with me, always sensible. It is the mother who taught me to love others and care for others. Taking care of my grandmother, my mother sat in the candlelight and sewed new clothes for her grandmother. Through the candlelight, I saw my mother's bright eyes, which was a pair of eyes full of love. At that time, I always felt that my mother was the most beautiful person in the world.

In the eyes of my glittering tears, the candlelight became four... six...eight... twelve. These twelve candlelights danced happily on a big birthday cake. That was the birthday of my year when I was admitted to the key middle school. I saw through this candlelight my mother’s eyes full of encouragement and hope. It was the mother’s. The big speech made me achieve one after another good results in the passion of confidence.

This little candlelight stringed up a story hidden deep in my memory. Now, in front of my eyes, there is a moving picture... My mother didn’t pay attention to me, I was fascinated by the faint candlelight. Weaving my sweater. I quickly opened the English book in front of me. After reading it, the voice grew bigger and bigger... I looked up, and through the sparkling candlelight, I saw my mother’s satisfied smile.

Third day: Ding Wei