Mom's love

From a young age, my nephew is not good, but I like to eat spicy. My mother said that I don't care. I often jumped up and pointed at my nose and said, "Do you have to mad at me?" In my heart, my mother is like this, not gentle at all, but still cares about me, especially the cup of boiling water that is always warm, I am forever grateful...

I don't know when to start, after school, there is always a glass of boiled water on the table. Warm, not cold or hot, it is very comfortable to drink. Once I was late for school, I had already passed the meal time when I got home. I habitually drank the cup of boiled water. The warmth was still the familiar feeling of comfort. Suddenly remembered that I came back so late today, how is the water still warm? I am a bit strange, but I have not taken it.

One morning, my stomach hurt, so I took a vacation and didn't go to school. My mother came back from a night's class and didn't know that I was at home. I saw that my mother was very tired, but I still poured a glass of water on the table. I laughed, and my heart was filled with warm feelings.

After sleeping for a while, I got up and drank water. The water was a little cold. I was not used to it. I put down the cup and went upstairs to find my mother. Standing in front of my mother's bed, I saw that my mother didn't sleep, but still didn't lie down. She tried to open her eyes. But sometimes I couldn't help it. The eyelids couldn't help but close up. When her head sank, she opened her eyes immediately, so she blinked and yawned and said, "Little devil, drinking water makes me not Eliminate. If you grow up, let me pour me eight hundred glasses of water!" Then the eyelids merged and the head sank again. Then open it again, close it again, sink again...

After a while, my mother looked at the watch and immediately ran down the building, changed a cup of hot water for me, and muttered while pouring water: "Little devil, who will give you water besides your great mother?" I don't know if she is focused, or she is too tired. I didn't find me standing next to me. When I finished the water, I went back to the room and fell to the bed...

I picked up the glass of water, warm, and remembered that my mother was pouring water and calling me a little ghost. A warm current spread all over my body at my fingertips. I picked up the cup and poured a glass of water on the mother's bed. I meditated in my heart: "Do not worry! Don't say eight hundred glasses of water, that is, eight thousand cups of 80,000 glasses of water, I will definitely give you! Who makes you my greatest mother?"

The cup of warm water that is always warm, the details of the mother's pouring water, will always stay in the depths of my memory, always impressed me!

Third grade: Liang Junheng