Mother loves mountains

"Mother in the hands of the line, wandering clothes." When I was a child, let me remember this poem - "Youzi", he actually wants me to know an important thing - maternal love is great.

In the days of a clear sky, I came to the beautiful park under the leadership of my mother. As soon as you enter the park, the scent of flowers is intoxicating, so you can't help but close your eyes and enjoy this wonderful moment...

On a small corner of the park, a booth for renting a bicycle caught my attention. I said to my mother, "Mom, there is a bicycle for rent, let's go see it!" Mom agreed quickly.

Before we came to the small booth for renting bicycles, the boss of the booth warmly received us. We also recommended several beautiful and handsome bicycles to us. I carefully selected one, and my mother carefully selected a bicycle. We Then the cars are on the road.

I rode a bicycle on the park square, and I showed off from time to time with my mother, look! Mom, I am riding fast and steady, you are! Mom smiled at me. At this time, my mother reminded me seriously that you must not go to the downhill place to play. It is very dangerous, but I said: "Nothing, I am riding very stable, no accident, mother. I nodded to me and I played it again. I rode down the slope and wanted to stimulate it. So I speeded up and rushed down. Who knows, there is just a little sister from the other side. When I ran over, I hurriedly braked, but it was already late. In order not to let my little sister get hurt, I hurriedly slammed the bicycle faucet and hit the stone...

My mother saw that I fell to the ground, hurriedly ran on the bicycle, picked me up, and took me to the hospital at a fast speed. When I arrived, my mother was already sweating.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the doctor came out. The mother asked anxiously: "Is there anything wrong?" The doctor said: "Nothing, but only suffered a skin injury, just apply some medicine." Mom listened. After the doctor’s answer, I was relieved with relief. Looking at my mother's anxious look, two lines of tears shed from my eyes.

This is the maternal love, the great maternal love, and the poem "You Zi" will be kept in my heart. I must listen to my parents in the future and not let them worry.

Sixth grade: Xue Linger