I was very touched that time.

Mother is like a great fairy, bringing light to me, but depriving her troubles and pains and letting herself “enjoy”; her mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves the people, but brings me success and sunshine, but fails. Blocking with the wind and rain, letting yourself endure; my mother is like a selfless nanny, taking my things, my burden, and letting myself squat... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving happiness, success, and ease. I, but put the sadness, failure, and burden in my own hands, ah, the mother and the child are a gust of wind, blowing away bad luck, and blowing good luck.

I love my mother, but my mother loves me more. I was very touched that time.

In a snowy day, the ground is frozen three feet, people walking on it is a tough battle, as long as you don't pay attention, you will fall a dog to eat, when it was at noon, I remember I was in the first grade, we The top of the class was piercing with the northwest wind, and the snow that entered the bones came out of the school gate. The ground was particularly slippery. Like oil, I was afraid to slip and walk carefully. Suddenly, I heard someone calling me, I fixed my eyes. My mother is in the left front. I am looking for a bright light in the darkness. I am happy like a bird, and I am in front of my mother. "Mom! Mom!" I cried excitedly. Mom smiled happily, and saw a white snow on her mother's head. The anxious face had a smile. The snow seemed to be melted by her affection. I curiously asked, "Mom, how are you here? "My mother twitched her eyes in a mischievous manner and said, "Don't you have a companion, don't you fall into it?" I thought it was proud to say: "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" So, When my mother and I helped me back home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip down alone, not afraid that I would fall. For me, my mother had been eroded by the snow for twenty minutes, but I was so naive.

Nowadays, the old past is opening up and seeing. I have different opinions. My mother’s affection for me is also increasing. Her love for me has been silent. Maternal love is like a warm snow. I was very touched that time.