maternal love

The most sincere of the world is maternal love, the most selfless is maternal love, the greatest is maternal love, the most eternal is maternal love. After that time, my understanding of maternal love is deeper...

That day, the sky was floating with snowflakes. I went home with an umbrella. When I was not careful, the umbrella fell into the mud and was made dirty by the mud. After returning home, I was afraid that my mother would marry me and would like to wash it. But on such a cold day, how cold it will be! So, I quietly put the umbrella in the corner of the door. At night, I was going to sleep, and suddenly I heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing". I went to the bathroom with a slap in the face, and opened a door to look inside. My mother was brushing the mulberry and saw her squatting, holding the plate with one hand, the brush was covered with black mud, and the hand was floating with black. Foam, the other hand held the umbrella in coordination, the umbrella was placed obliquely in the basin, the water in the basin almost became sewage, but the mother was still brushing it seriously. Her hand slammed the mud on the umbrella and used her waist to hold the wall from time to time. Her face showed a painful expression, and the sweat of the bean oozing from her forehead. She locked her brow and brushed it meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly wiped down. The mother gradually showed a smile of relief, and the brow that was locked stretched again. Suddenly, my mother took back the frozen purple hand with lightning speed, and her brow wrinkled into a ball, ah! There are several bloody mouths in the hand, and there are so many old ladies! My mother resisted the pain and took a moment to breathe, as if it would relieve the pain, and then reached into the cold and bitter water... I pressed my lips and couldn’t believe it. Mother's hand retracted again and again, how much pain she endured! In the end, my mother still had the pain to clean the umbrella. The white umbrella was covered with a few elegant lilies, but can this lily compare with her mother’s love for me? No! Is Lily more elegant and clean, can it compare with the true feelings of maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes are wet, somehow, my heart is always uneasy... At this time, my mother stood up hard on the wall, but could not move against the wall. I wiped my tears and hurriedly opened the door and helped Living in my mother, I accidentally met her hand, God! Is this the soft, delicate, warm hand of my mother? I whimpered and said, "Mom, your hand..." Mom was taken aback, then smiled and said: "Children, how did you wake you up? I am really sorry. I just want to pour water, it doesn't matter. Hey, Hand...the hand is ok...you are going to sleep!" "How is it? The umbrella is dirty, but it is your brush. How can your hand be okay?...you go back to the house to sleep Let me help you." I resisted the tears I had to leave, and put my mother on the bed. When I turned around, I saw the smile of my mother with the light. I picked up the basin and suddenly understood why my mother was wearing the waist. The wall, my tears rushed out - it turned out that my mother’s backache was ill again...

Mom, you let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vast sea, I am a boat, nestled in the arms of the sea; maternal love is a broad sky, I am a cloud, floating on the margins of the sky; if maternal love is Warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love that the sun gives me. In fact, I feel that maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It has its own figure everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, and the same is true and beautiful...

Sixth grade: 嘻额哈