maternal love

When it comes to maternal love, it must be there for everyone. If there is no motherly love, then he is an orphan. Of course I am no exception.

When I first read the fifth and sixth grades, there was an exception. Because of this exception, I regretted my whole life. I have to pay attention when I am eating now. I have to pay attention when I laugh, and I must pay attention to everything I do.

The thing is like this, "叮铃铃,叮铃铃" has finished class. My good friend and I are playing a hand-cranked game. I don't know what happened, she let her hand go. At this moment, my teeth and the earth seem to have made a very good friend, and I came across. One of my uprooted teeth seems to be a gift for them to meet, and the other four teeth are not loose and loose. I didn't know where it came from, but I didn't cry. But later, it was really painful, and I began to cry.

After the teacher knew it, he hurriedly called to let his mother come. When my mother came over and watched me cry so fierce, I asked what happened to me. I didn't dare to tell my mother that I am now because of playing. Later, the teacher helped me to tell my mother.

After the mother knew it, she hurriedly took me to the hospital. When I went to the hospital, we transferred to the hospital several times before we transferred to the Qijiaba Hospital. At that time, the doctors were all resting. My mother looked at me with a big mouth and spit blood. I was anxious to ask for security: "When did the doctors come to work?" Bao said: "1 o'clock." The security saw that I cried so fiercely, said: "So Come with me." Then we went to the emergency room and stopped the blood. It was almost a minute. We went to the registration first and went to take the photo. During my treatment, I saw how many times my mother wanted to come and see how I was treated. But every time it was stopped by the doctor.

When I got home, my mother didn't let me do anything. The food I ate was uniquely made by my mother. When I was eating, my mother gave me a bite. When I was feeding, my mother always had to blow it and feed it to me. Even if I am at school, my mother goes to work at noon, and my mother has to go home to cook for me, then I will send it to the school and feed me in one bite.

People always say that "the power of maternal love is the greatest", and one small thing in life reflects the mother's love of blood and water!

Sixth grade: Thunder feather