Learn to understand that love

Learn to understand that love

Such as the quiet winter snow, like the pattered spring rain, if the wind in the midsummer shades of sand and sand, the days turned a page quietly. Suddenly I have reached a age between childishness and maturity, a flower season intertwined between good and bad.

Like most of my peers, I vented my inner irritability during this damn puberty, stinging my mother's exhausted soft heart again and again.

Every morning, I always carry a piece of bread, dragging shoes that are not tied with laces, and the milk that has not been wiped at the corner of my mouth, rushing out of the house. The mother will never be changed day after day, behind the thick door.

It was an early morning in winter. I was anxious as usual. I was reprimanded by my father for the failure of the exam. My father’s trembling lips and the irony of hating iron were still vivid. But my inner irritability and rebellion spread like a tentacle... When I went out, I heard the mother’s snoring, but this time I didn’t know why it sounded harsh. I suddenly rushed to my heart, slammed the door heavily and went away.

Just walking downstairs, a bitter cold wind came to me, drilling into my collar and cuffs, I couldn't help but chill. I was about to turn around and add clothes. I just turned around. I just thought that my mother had already taken the sweater downstairs and waited for me. At that moment, I was wet and warmed my heart...

I remember that moment, my mother and my heart were quiet, and my heart was close.

My mother gave me a blue sky. I can't give my mother any special gift. I can only learn to calm down my impetuous heart, learn to understand that warm motherly love, and take a few white mothers to walk. The road to life is like the one she brought me when I was a child. This is my biggest wish.

New Asia School, Longgang District, Shenzhen, Guangdong, China