a letter to mom

Dear mother:

Hello!

Tonight, I heard from the "Baidu" singer Liao Changyong's "Mother Love": "The world has a lot of affection, the most touching is the mother's love..." Hearing here, my thoughts fly far: you care , with heart, patience, and carefulness to form a huge love, surrounded me tightly, let me grow up happily.

After listening to the song, I have a wonderful idea in my mind: write a letter to you, express my gratitude. Mom, what you have done for me, like the gravel on the ground, the number is countless. Every day, I will see your busy figure like a spinning top: going to work, washing and cooking, picking up and going to school, buying food and washing dishes... But what can I do for you? But there are only a handful. Think about it, I feel embarrassed.

You have paid all my efforts for me. I remember that the weather changed suddenly that afternoon, the raindrops of the beans slammed the ground and rolled up a dust. I sat in the classroom dumbly, thinking: I should listen to you and bring an umbrella. After school, the classmates with rain gear happily went home. I had to sit in the security room with a sullen mood. I wanted to wait for the rain to get smaller and then go home. Just then, a thin figure came in the rain. The closer I got, the more I found out that you came to pick me up. You kneel on the ground, change the rain boots for me, smile and say: "Go home soon."

Wearing rain boots, raincoats, and an umbrella, I came to a "armed", pulling your warm hands and happily embarking on a happy journey home. Not good, the front lanes are under construction, the road opens a "blood basin", and the rain is rolling down, people can't tell where the pit is, where is the road. If you don't say anything, put away the umbrella, kneel down and say, "Son, I am carrying you back." On the mother, a warm stream spread throughout the body. No, the rain is dripping on your hair. I hurriedly leaned back on the umbrella. You shook your head and said loudly: "It doesn't matter, I will wash my hair when I stay."

Carrying me a dozen meters, you put me down from the back. At this time, I remembered that you had shoulder inflammation and your waist could not be too strong.

Hey, Mom, your love is like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain; like a warm sweater, blocking the cold wind for me; like a sweet spring, bringing moisture...

Sincerely

salute

Zheng Yi

December 20, 2019

The first day: Qin Peidong