Color of love

The water is transparent, just like the mother does not have any variegated love; the water is faint, just like the mother's ordinary or even trivial love. Mother love is always accompanied by our lives, and only when you feel carefully, will you realize this heavy affection.

Every morning, my mother always whispers to wake me up. When I put on my clothes, wash my face, and sit at the table, the hot food is already in front of me, and a burst of fragrance comes from me. The locusts in the stomach also came to the spirit at once, and the mother who was busy for a morning kept holding the dishes in my bowl and helping me with the meal...

Every time I go to school, my mother is always in a thousand miles: pay attention to safety on the road, look around before and after crossing the road, stop the red light, green light, be careful. Mom is always the first to pick me up after school, no matter how windy or rainy...

Whenever the weather turns cold, my mother always let me wear more clothes, and I always suspect her, sometimes I don’t care about her, but when I walked out of the house, I was glad that I was in the cold wind. I added more clothes, and then I thought that my mother’s meticulous care warmed me.

When I am a little lax in my studies, my mother will start to guide me. I will not be a bitter now. I will be sweet in the future. When I have problems in my studies, my mother will patiently give it. I explained, until I really understood, my mother would feel relieved and give a relaxed smile on her face.

Mother love is like water, and it is inexhaustible; mother loves water, forever.

Third grade: Yao Qiqi