maternal love

One day, when I was walking alone downstairs on the road, I passed a pair of mother and daughter from me. The little girl said, "Mom, you are very kind to me. If you didn't go to school, send me a message." Something, the teacher will criticize me!" This sentence awakens one of the things that happened in my country's hour. That one is very ordinary, but it makes me feel that maternal love is beautiful.

That day, we were reading in the morning in the classroom, but I was looking for a good English book in the sitting position. At this time, the teacher came over and said to me, "You go to another class to borrow books!" So, I walked out of the classroom slowly, and I saw that there was a downpour outside, and the raindrops of the beans could not wait to fall from the sky. The whole campus As if it were covered with a thin layer of veil, everything became faint, so I went to other classes to find books. Who knows, some classes are either reviewing or taking exams. I went back to the front of the classroom. I was standing outside the door because I was afraid that the teacher would criticize me. I thought, "How come so bad today, the weather is not good, and I am dying!" I stood alone in the hallway and looked at it. In the sinister days, there is a trace of loneliness in my heart. At this moment, if I saw a figure coming to me in the distance, getting closer and closer, vague, and finally a closer look, it turned out to be a mother!

I saw her holding an umbrella in one hand and a bag in one hand. My book was inside. My mother was still wet because of the umbrella, but the bag was not wet at all. I saw it and ran over and hugged. My mother's raindrops fell on my face little by little, the ice was cool, and my heart was warm, and there was a warm current in my heart from time to time. At this time, everything around me and around seemed to be condensed. I couldn’t hear the sound of reading and the rain. I could only hear my heartbeat. My mother gave me my book and said, “Come on! Come and study hard today. "I smiled and nodded."

So my mother left, looking at my mother's back is more blurred than once, I really want to grab my mother's clothes, not let her go, but I did not, because I know that maternal love is eternal; is beautiful!

That time I deeply realized that maternal love is beautiful!

There is a kind of beauty called maternal love!

The first day: Henan Hongli School, seven or eight classes, Xu Zizhen