Maternal love - can save everything

This book mainly talks about the birth of a red dragonfly at the foot of the Sunquka Snow Mountain. Its name is called the burning cloud. There is a happy and happy family in the burning cloud, living a life of full-fledged food, no worries. It is a pity that the good times are not long. On the second day of the fire-fighting cloud, the husband was unfortunately killed by the water when his husband went to the swamp for food. And three lively and lovely little donkeys were hunted by wolves... After half a month, the fire cloud met the murderer who killed the son in an ordinary hunting. The enemy saw each other and became jealous. The fire burned the cloud and used all the strength to kill the wolf. Under the drive of hunger, it "adopted" the wolf's cub and wanted to use it as a winter reserve food, so it named "dessert." Heart, but in the end, driven by true love, I used my life to prop up the last peaceful day for the sweet dessert...

After reading this book, I deeply felt the generosity of the burning cloud and the selflessness of maternal love. Love is not divided into races. The wolf and the scorpion are natural enemies, but the red bonfires burn the clouds, but they contain the bitterness of the sorrowful wolf-sweet dessert. It hesitates and repents. It cannot overcome the opposition of the ethnic group; it is kind and ruined. It can't ignore the attachments of the wolverines. The revenge of revenge has turned into a tender and embarrassing

In order to save the wolverine sweetheart, it fought with the beast, and died for a lifetime; for the mother's love in the heart, it gave up the carefully selected partner; in order to realize its own value, it lost its forefoot, in order to protect the descendants of the sweetheart, it does not hesitate I went with the black eagle... It hated it, blamed it, regretted it. What makes the fire cloud stick to it? It is maternal love! ! !

It is the burning cloud, which makes me understand that maternal love is selfless. It is something that people can never leave. It is like singing in the song: only the mother is good in the world, and the child without the mother is like grass. I am deeply guilty of the burning of the clouds. I used to love my mother and I often missed her. And the mother always leaves the best things to the child, and I am no exception.

I remember once, my mother went to the United States. In the United States, she basically calls me every day, always asking: Is the homework done? Check it again. Did the new knowledge preview? Is there any uncomfortable... I heard my ears screaming, and I hang up the phone and read the book. Although I often hit my mother, when she returned to China, she also brought me back from the United States with the model of the airplane I had dreamed of. I suddenly had tears in my eyes and mixed feelings... And now, when I have time, I will be backing my mother. Or after she got off work, she gave her mother a cup of tea. Sometimes do something that you can do, try to make your mother less worried.

Thank you, the burning cloud, you saved my soul and changed my life!

Fifth grade: talk about the wind