Love

This word does not need to be decorated with a gorgeous language. There are no earth-shattering deeds, no striking sensation, it is ordinary but dazzling, it is ordinary but touching. This word is love.

In the past, what I wrote was a whimsy, but this time, writing mother love made me into meditation. My room is full of serious taste. It makes people nervous. A "drinking tea" broke this tension. Mother took a cup of freshly cut tea and walked into my room. My mother looked at me and said, "When you are tired, stop, don't let yourself be too tired?" Then he went out and closed the door. I looked at the cup of tea, the tea swirled in the cup, the green color of the tea made people feel fresh, and unconsciously, the warm fragrance ran out of the cup and blended into this small space. I loved to immerse this little world in the ocean of love. I didn't think much about pouring this cup of tea into my stomach. A warm current flowed into my body, and there was a faint fragrance at the tip of my tongue. This made me lose my way in love. I shouted a mother, she went into my home; asked if I had something? I can't say it, just think that love is such a cup of tea. Mother went out with an empty tea cup, and love is more intense.

Yeah, isn't love such a cup of tea? Every day, I have a cup of tea waiting for me. Ordinary. However, every time I drink it, I don’t have any more attention. Now I understand that this is my mother’s infinite love for me.

what is love? Love is a common detail you have never paid attention to, a movement that will not be noticed. Love is a warm word, a beautiful word, intoxicating, and people sigh.

Zhang Lin, sixth grader, experimental small country, Jiexiu City, Shanxi Province