Feeling the warmth of family

I feel the warmth of family.

If I am a green leaf, my family is a branch for my continuous cultivation; if I am a sailboat, my affection is the strong wind that pushes me forward until the other side wins; if I am a night walker, my family is the Beidou who looks for me. .

The bright white light shines on the textbook. Ten o'clock, I still bury my head in the sea, feeling more irritated, and suddenly throw the pen on the table. When the mother heard the movement, she came in and asked, "What happened?" "Annoying!" I covered my face with my hand and sighed deeply. Mom looked at me quietly and said: "If you are annoyed, don't write, wash and sleep!" "No!" I slammed my feet. "If you don't review well, the exam is over me!" Mom touched it. My head said, "You are a good child, but you have to work and rest." Then I pulled up my hand and said, "Come, my mother will accompany you to the balcony." Open the window and take a deep breath. The air, the numb mind is a lot easier. My mother's big hand is holding my little hand, and the warm feeling is passed from the palm of my hand to my heart, and the irritability runs away without a trace.

When I am worried and annoyed, I am accompanied by my mother, and I am refreshed.

"Mom, I don't want to participate in the long-distance race in the future." As soon as I entered the door, I said to my mother, "Mom, look!" I rolled up my trousers and showed a red knee. My mother crouched down and looked at her with a distressed look for a long time. She ran to the house and took aloe vera cream. She carefully applied it on her knees and said softly: "Is this injury not working for a long time, and my legs are soft? I will continue to exercise in the future!" Listening to my mother's embarrassment, enjoying the warmth of my mother's fingers on the skin, the heat is flowing in my heart.

When the pain is hurt, there is a mother's comfort, warming the heart.

Mom, when I am confused, it is your harsh voice, pointing out the direction of my progress; when I am proud and conceited, it is your loud swearing, correcting the path of my life; when the heart is vain, your sharpness The watchful eyes calmed my frantic heart. On the road of growth, mother, you let me feel the warmth of family.

The mountains are silent in the silence; the rivers are written in silence; the blue sky is in the silence; the affection, the warmth in the silent, the heart.

First day: Li Yuanlin