The color in my eyes

Mother love is like water, plain and unpretentious, I am not drinking this glass of water all the time, forming a habit, and gradually forget the mother's hard work, and think it is a matter of course. Today is Mother's Day, the teacher has arranged an assignment - to do something for your mother. Every time I go through Mother's Day, the teacher will arrange such an assignment, and I am sick of it! What are you doing for your mother today? The feet have been washed, the rice has been done, the clothes have been washed... Yes, wash your hair for your mother. Got home. "Mom, today is Mother's Day, I will comb you a comb!" As soon as I entered the door, I shouted loudly. "Well, let's be a little while, I'm cooking!" Mom's voice came from the kitchen. After dinner, I said, "Mom, come and comb your hair." "Well, but you hurry, I have to wash the dishes!" Mom looked at me. I pulled my mother to the dressing table, solved the rubber band at the beginning for my mother, and started to comb my hair with a comb. My mother's hair is very long, and it has been hanging down to the waist. My mother's hair is very straight and black, like a waterfall. When I was young, my dream was to have the hair of my mother. I gently combed my mother's hair, and suddenly a little white appeared on my mother's hair, so awkward. "Mom, you have a white hair on your head, I will pull it out for you!" I said to my mother. "Yes." Mom promised. I helped my mother pull out the white hair, it looks much better! However, as soon as I turned over, some white hair appeared. "Mom, how do you have so much white hair?" I asked doubtfully. "Your mother is tired." The father who watched TV on the side spoke up. "You think about it, he has to make breakfast every morning. After dinner, he packs up and goes to work. Come back at noon. Cooking for us. In the afternoon, I have to wash my clothes and clean the room... It’s so tired that she doesn’t grow her hair.” “It’s not as exaggerated as your father said.” Mom said quickly. Looking at my mother's efforts to defend, my eyes are getting wet. My mother gave me a beautiful face, my face was wrinkled; my mother gave me the long hair of beauty, my hair was covered with silver cream; my mother gave me delicate hands, my own hands It has become rough. My mother was busy with us for three hundred and sixty-five days a year. I didn't complain, but I only complained about doing something for my mother on Mother's Day. "Mom, I'm going to clean up tonight, you go to watch TV!" Hearing this, Dad's face showed a smile. My mother, although your love is unremarkable, but for me, it is still unforgettable. Although your hair has turned white, it is always a color in my eyes, always so black and shiny.

The color in my eyes

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