Deep-rooted scenery

The Buddha said that the return of the past five hundred times was only for the exchange of this life. Then, in the vast sea of ​​people, we are married together to become mother and daughter, the greatest happiness of my life.
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Everyone has different feelings about maternal love. I have been thinking and pursuing: What is maternal love? original--

Maternal love is the rain of dedication

It was only in the early spring that the air was condensed with a thin mist, and only a scent of new green and little pink was seen outside the window. I don't want to get up in the warm bed. Oh, it’s weird! Today, my mother didn't use the "lion lion" to call me out of bed? It’s incredible.

"Hey, Dad. Mom?" I got dressed and walked out of the bedroom.

"Help you wash your clothes again!"

what? My heart has been touched. My mother is busy from morning to night, but she still has to take time to wash clothes for me. Didn't she say let me wash myself? Oh! I know, she must have seen that I have too many homework, and I am too tired to take time to help me wash my clothes.

I walked down the stairs and saw my mother in the toilet. She was squatting, putting her hand into the biting cold water and washing her clothes with force. I stumbled, I don't know if the room was too dark, or the tears wet my eyes, the scene in front of me became blurred.

Oh, maternal love is the rain of dedication, nourishing my heart.

Maternal love is the candle that pays

Oo唉, finally finished the language homework! I stretched out, looked at the watch, and had a while from lunch time, and asked my mother to go home for lunch.

"Mom, have lunch." I pushed the door of the place where my mother worked. Can't help but stop. Is this the place where my mother works? Five or six people were huddled in a large palm-sized room with lots of cotton and unfinished cotton shoes. In the hot weather, the mother also wears a mask and a hat, squats through the needles, and "hidden" in the flying cotton wool.

It turned out that everything I had was stitched out by my mother with a needle and a sweat.

Oh, maternal love is the candle that pays, illuminating a light for me.

Maternal love is tender water

The moon exudes a soft, cold glow, and the stars are sparse. On such a wonderful night, I sat at my desk and worked hard.

Oo唉, my rogue blinks, but I still feel tired and can’t lift my spirit. God, is this homework going to the Year of the Monkey? If there is a meteor crossing, my wish is to give me a reference answer, I have to copy it all! Forget it, don't dream, speed up your homework!

I don't know how long the time has gone. I suddenly feel dry and want to get some throat. Looking up, I found a glass of water on the window sill. Gently pick up the cup, my heart is full of sweetness - this is my favorite honey water! Besides the mother, who has such delicate emotions?

A warm and sloppy throat, looking out the window, the moon is more beautiful, and the stars seem to be brighter.

Oh, maternal love is the water of tenderness, flowing in my heart.

This is the true meaning of maternal love! Mom told me: Love is silent. I think, I should also learn to love in love.

These pictures form a beautiful landscape, they are already hidden in my heart and will never be worn out.

First day: Yang Rulan