maternal love

I often hear from the teacher that maternal love is selfless and warm. However, I have never understood how motherhood is selfless and how warm is it?

In the kindergarten, the teacher taught us a lot of songs about mothers. Whenever I sing to my mother, her wrinkled face will have a bright smile. Her smile always makes people feel very comfortable, very refreshing and very gentle.

When I left the childish footsteps in a childish childhood, I was promoted to the fifth grade in a blink of an eye. I grew up and I know a lot. At this point, I understand why the teacher said so.

In the New Year, my mother and I went to the streets to buy things to use for the New Year. At that time, I really wanted to buy a diary book, record everything that happened to me and my classmates at school, and then grow up and take a look at it, perhaps the most beautiful memories. I told my mother about this idea. "There is nothing to buy, there are many things to buy in the past few days." Mom was very angry and said, after turning around, she turned and left. I am sadly behind my mother, thinking in my heart: Isn't it a diary? Is there anything big, is it necessary to be so angry?

It’s almost my birthday, I think they will definitely not buy a gift for me. I don’t even buy a diary. It’s impossible to give a gift. On the evening of my birthday, I opened the door and the room was lit up in the dark room. "Happy birthday!" The whole room is echoing, and there is warm applause. "Give, this diary is your gift." In front of me is a big cake and a gleaming diary. "Mom, I am sorry." I was sour in my nose and said in my mother's arms, "I will not be so capricious next time." Then I realized that my mother was deliberately that day to give me a surprise.

Mom, your love is warm. In this warm love, I grow up. Mom, your love is great. In this great love, I know a lot. Thank you, my dear mother.

Fifth grade: Gao Haotian