Will not change is maternal love

She used to have a long black hair; she once had a ruddy face; she used to have a pair of white and tender hands, a pair of sly eyes, and a straight spine. But now, her black hair does not know when it was dyed white by the years; her ruddy face did not know when it became pale, her hands were somehow injured, her eyes did not know why it looked a little tired, her back I don't know when it’s time to go on. Her black hair gradually whitened at the moment when she had a child. Her ruddy face was getting old when she was running around for her children. Her hands were hurt when she was sewing a child. Her eyes were Because the child is talking about the problem, it seems a little exhausted for the child to continue learning. Her back is humped because she is carrying her beloved child to the hospital. She is the great man known to all - mother. Yes, she has changed everything, the only thing that will never change is maternal love.

When I was a small country, I often went to Beijing to participate in dance competitions. I remember that the competition was in the summer and the weather was very hot. I was anxiously waiting outside the competition. I didn’t have the turn to play. I was boringly standing in the shade, my mouth was dry, but there was no cold drink nearby. Recently The commissary also has to go for ten minutes. Look at my mother, it is also sweating, and she is carrying my costumes, books, snacks. The water has already been finished. I really want to help my mother share a little, but the mother refused. She said that I still want to play, not too much sweat. I am embarrassed to say such a tired mother: "Mom, I want to eat popsicles." After listening to the mother, he said nothing, put down the things and ran all the way to buy popsicles for me, watching the mother's back, I Heart and mind.

After a while, the mother ran back from a distance and handed me a sweet wrapper with a lovely wrapping paper and a tempting ice cream. I was pleasantly torn open the wrapper and saw not a little snowman, but a monster that was about to be destroyed. The mother apologized apologetically: "I am sorry, I am too slow, it is too hot, so..." I quickly handed the incomplete ice cream to my mother's mouth: "Mom, you eat." "No, No, I... I am not thirsty, you should hurry to eat it." I thought it was pure and ignorant. I ate the refreshing ice cream alone. When I accidentally saw my mother’s lips, I was shocked: her lips. Cracked, it seems that there is still blood, she swallowed a hard throat, so that the thirst throat is so wet...

Mother, a great mother, for her children, she has changed everything, the only thing that has not changed is the flowery love.

Supply School of Huabei Oilfield, Renqiu City, Hebei Province: Zhang Zikai