maternal love

The winter vacation teacher asked us to write an essay about maternal love. 'Mother love' is 8 years old, I don't know how to describe these two words. In order to inspire me, my mother told me a lot about the story of maternal love. I also reminded me of the teacher’s class about maternal love. But I still can't say it. My mother was in a hurry and began to lick me with my eyes. Looking at my mother's appearance reminds me of the previous things.

I am a naughty, active boy who will always hurt myself. Every time my mother looked at me like this, while yelling at me, she carefully handled the wound for me. Every time I will hurry and say: "I'm sorry, I am not careful." Tell you a secret. 'In fact, I am not afraid of pain, it is afraid of my mother's temper." But once I was really scared.

One night, I accidentally took a small mouth and blew my blood. I was scared and shouted. Mom hurriedly licked my head and picked me up and ran to the hospital. I didn't complain about me all the way, just kept asking me if I didn't hurt. I have been telling jokes all the time to make me laugh. When the doctor gave me treatment and bandaged the wound and said nothing to my mother, I saw my mother crying. I said, "I don't hurt, don't you cry. Why didn't you yell at me this time?" Mom held me with my hand on her chest and said to me: "You know No? Every time you are injured, you are hurting, but your mother is hurting. I am arguing for your long-term memory and safety when playing."

I think now I understand, this is maternal love! Can't see, touch, but feel it. Mom, I am sorry, I will not be reckless, panic, and no longer worry about you.

Hey! I am so embarrassed, I just touched it when I was guaranteed..., oh... oh...!

Second grade of National Primary School affiliated to Northwest University, Xi'an, Shaanxi Province: Chen Mingji