Light milk and strong mother and daughter

My mother, she has always cared for me for the past 20 years, like a ray of sunshine, caring for me, nurturing me, accommodating me, and allowing me to grow up healthy and robust.

On a rainy day, it is always me who forgets to bring an umbrella, and it is always her who stands by the door, it is always me who fails the exam, and it is always her who silently educates me—my mother

As we get older, there will be more homework, and once or twice a week will always be late.

Tiredness came in, devouring my consciousness, little by little, just as I was about to fall asleep, the knock on the door slowly sounded, slowly, I got up, opened the door, and sat down, I know, It's mom. "Is the homework done? Hurry up and go to bed." Mom said lightly, putting down the milk in her hand, and an unknown anger erupted: "How can you finish so many homework!" Complained, but on such a quiet night, what I said was passed to Mom's ears without any word. Her steps were a regret, and I regretted it. I regret that it shouldn't be the case, but it was inevitable that she would suffer. My mother went out with it. I swung my eyes and turned to the glass of milk. A touch of milky scent surrounded me. I took a sip of it and it was still hot. I also added some rock sugar I like, which is very sweet. This taste burned into my heart, and a kind of unspeakable happiness wafted in my heart ...

The faint scent of milk always accompanies me, and surrounds me in my heart ...

The fifth grade of the Experimental Elementary School in Luoyuan County, Fuzhou, Fujian: Omega