Shouting from the heart

See your smile every day, every time you smell your breath, touch your hands every time, I can't tell the joy, the incomprehensible confusion, the sadness that can't be said, why is your smile so sweet Why is your breath so awkward, why are your hands so stinging...

smile

"Bell..." The bell rang, and after school, I went home. I hurriedly ran downstairs. I don’t know why, I just wanted to hurry up, and then hurry, thinking: What are you going to do? When I got home, I finally arrived. Actually, the road that is very close to home, why have you been away for so long? When I got home, my heart was still inexplicably anxious. I walked out the door. She came back. I saw her at a glance. I approached and approached. "Mom? How come back? It is your slowest," the mother did not. The snoring, just facing me, smiling in the sunshine, suddenly, the "urgent" in my heart disappeared, saw the mother's smile, I read her heart, she loves me, this smile is to make me tired of the day Turned into nothing, in fact, she knows me better. I shouted in my heart: "Mom! I love you!"

breath

The mother is a good teacher of the people. At least she is in my heart. She has the style of classical consciousness. She is dedicated. She is an ordinary people's teacher. Every time she takes a step, the breeze will blow out a breath. It is intoxicating, it is a word - oh. The mother is simple and simple like a stone. No one will find her, but she always has flowers in my heart. Every time I walk side by side with my mother, I smell the intoxicating atmosphere. It seems not so pure inside. Stress, exhaustion, I used to raise her hand to the old height, and then gently smashed out, hoping to relieve stress, but at the same time, in fact, the heart is shouting: "Mom, I love you!"

Hands

"Mom! Help me scratch it, itchy here." The mother came, scratching me with her hands, just a moment, I felt so itchy. After that, I carefully observed the mother's hands, tears could not help but fall down, the hands full of vicissitudes, engraved with the traces of the years, the hands are full of cracks, "Mom, do you not hurt?" The mother succinctly replied: "Don't you?" I don't know what the answer is for, I am afraid that I am sad. The mother does not say that I also know, how can a cracked hand not hurt? How can a heart full of vicissitudes not be exhausted? ! These are for the family, but for me! ! Now I just want to shout in my heart: "Mom! I love you!!"

"In an instant, how many grievances are turned into clouds,

In the next second, I just want to see your lovely smile.

When tears make the heart strong and brave,

Missing you has become a habit of my life.

Love you, don't let the night be alone..."

A cry from the heart: "Mom, I love you!!!"

First day: Nightmare