Feeling of being loved

Feeling of being loved

Some people say that the feeling of being loved is sweet and full of happiness. Others say that the feeling of being loved is solid and full of security. But I think that the feeling of being loved is rainbow candy, which is sweet, sour and bitter. When the first sunshine in the spring sun came in, the sky and the clouds opened their eyes, and the spring breeze passed through the clouds, and the clouds were giggled. With the mother's screaming relatives: "Little lazy pig, get up and eat!" I also stretched out and got up from the bed. Lazy into the kitchen, followed by the smell of lunch slowly smothered my appetite, and used delicious to kill the mites in the belly. Mom is happily saying, "Slow down, slow down, don't lie." I said, "You also eat." Mom smiled and touched my head and said, "This child grows up." A spring breeze mixed with the smell of the sun, blowing my mother's cheek. At that time, the feeling of being loved was sweet. I was eight years old when I was sour. I have never seen a mountain. I have never seen the sea. I stayed in the back garden where all four walls are playing. In the summer, there are so many butterflies in the back garden of my house. Xu is the flower of my family, I often think so. At that time, I put the captured butterflies in a glass bottle. The bottles were large, and the butterflies inside swarmed their wings, seemingly to escape the cage. I put the glass bottle in the sun and watched the escape game quietly. One day passed, when I came back, some butterflies did not move in the bottle. I was scared. I quickly called my mother and asked my mother what happened. Mother did not explain and said: "Stupid children, these butterflies can not see their mother, how pitiful, maybe you let go, they will get better?" I was a little reluctant, but finally opened the bottle cap. I felt a little sad when I saw the butterflies rushing out to find their mother. At that time, the feeling of being loved was sour. Suffering once, on the way out of school, a sudden storm blew my body. In the groggy, I finally opened my own door, but I fell on the sofa involuntarily. I only heard a word in my ear: "You, this child, don’t bring an umbrella." When I woke up, I was already lying. In the hospital bed, I opened my first eye and saw my mother's red eyes. The doctor said: "This child, God is poor, take good care of it." Mom "hmm", I came to the medicine to feed me, I just spit it out after a drink, cried: "Too bitter." Mom Pity this: "Good medicine is bitter, oh, it's all bad for me." At that time, the feeling of being loved was bitter. The feeling of being loved is the rainbow on the day, rich and beautiful.

Third day: Li Lin