Recalling childhood

Mom, I love you time is silent, it is ruthless. It takes away all the eternal love that comes with no heart. Mom, I love you, I love you. I still remember that the second grade is a "stupid thing". Because my father and mother went out to work at that time, I stayed at home and had grandparents to take care of them. At that time, I always heard people say that my mother is good, but at the time, I only thought that there would be grandparents in the world. It is. Until an accident happened - my mother came back. When my mother came back, I obviously didn't have much enthusiasm, but when my mother was going to leave, it was hard for me to feel that my mother and mother were bloody. During the time after my mother left, I was extremely crazy. I kept calling my mother. As long as my grandmother was not there, I was on the phone. Even if my grandmother went to collect a clothes, I was on the phone. 'Mom, Mom, when are you coming back to see me? Mom, let me not say that my milk is coming back. "Mom, Mom, when are you going back to see me, mom. I miss you, I won’t say that my grandfather is back." At that time, I was only eight or nine years old. It was the age of my heart that I remembered playing all day. . And I was lying at home all day, silently thinking that my mother was crying silently. Grandparents let me go out to play, I don't want to go out. When I heard my mother’s tears, I ran down unconsciously and wanted to control it. I dare not cry at home because the grandparents will be sad. Later, because my leg was particularly painful, my mother stayed with me for more than two months. In the face of my mother's meticulous care, I really want to be sick forever, so that my mother can accompany me. I still remember that there were a lot of balloons floating around the hall of the hospital. My mother saw that I liked to buy it for me but the economy didn't allow it. My mother finally thought of a way - that is, in the evening, I moved a chair and a hanging pin. My mother stood on a chair and used a pillar to reach the balloon. After many years, I still can’t forget the mother’s crumbling. The figure. Later, the family conditions were better, and I went to my mother. This is the most beautiful memory of my childhood because it is a wonderful memory that belongs to me and my mother.

The sixth grade of Zhangjiazhuang National New Town, Xincheng District, Xi'an, Shaanxi: Du Chenyu