The person I love the most

That she is the only dear person in my world. She can make me cry, make me laugh, make me sad, make me happy... He can do anything, but I don't cherish...

I still remember that the weather was very gloomy that day, and the air made me feel that my chest was very stuffy and I couldn’t breathe. I dragged my heavy footsteps to the door of the house and kicked the door with my foot. Outside the door, I faintly heard my mother rushing to the doorstep from the kitchen. "咔嚓", the door opened, and my mother smiled and said to me, "Come back." Somehow, my heart inexplicably ignited a flame. I impatiently said to her: "It’s really annoying to open a door so slowly. "I said walking into the house, throwing the bag on the floor, kneeling on the table, holding my chin in a daze." "What?" Mom asked kindly. I didn't answer her and continued to look at the corner. At this moment, my mother walked into the kitchen and took out a bowl of hot soup. "Come, drink, drink and write homework, ah." I smacked a small sip on the side of the bowl and frowned and said, "What soup, It’s so oily! It’s hard to drink!” I put the bowl on the table and turned and slid into my room. I sat in the chair and thought about what had just happened. Suddenly I felt a little uncomfortable in my heart. I regret that I shouldn’t have spoken like my mother. I wanted to apologize, but I was embarrassed.

Thinking about it, I heard the kitchen sound. I opened the door of the room and saw it: Mother poured the soup I just drank into the pot and warmed it up. I used the spoon to pour the oil out a little bit. Then a product, not yet, just come back. Until the line, I nodded and came out. Mother shouted: "Come, come out and drink soup!" I lowered my head to the table and sat in the chair. "How about this time?" I took a spoonful, tasted it, sipped and sipped, tears falling from my eyes, and my mother came over and asked me: "What is it, how are you crying?" I burst into tears in my mother's arms.

Friends, we must cherish the love that anyone gives us, because love is great, love is omnipotent. Although love is invisible, she is the most fulfilling in the world. Love is not always available anywhere, so love is precious!

Sixth grade: My name is Sun Wei.