Maternal love in rice

Maternal love is great, selfless, she warms us like the sun, like rain and rain moisturizes us, let us grow up healthy and happy.

I also have a loving mother. With her, I am so happy and happy. But when I was young, I didn't bother because of my mother's jealousy. When I go to school, my mother must say the following sentence: "Be careful on the way to school, listen carefully to class, listen to the teacher at school..." Every day when I carry my schoolbag, my mother always has to squat, and all of them listen to death. Yes, my mother doesn't feel tired at all. I have only slowly understood it until now, and these embarrassing words contain the love of my mother.

Mother's love is still a lot. I remember one time, a classmate with me in the cram school, her mother would give her a meal every night, seeing the happy look when she was eating, the smile on her face, how envious I am, how I imagined her. Meimei’s meal was eaten by her mother. I went back and said these words to my mother: "Mom, I will not come back to dinner in the afternoon. I will go to the tutoring class directly. You will also give me a meal, ok? Just send it once, once!" Mom replied: Ok, good, good! Mom will send you tomorrow!"

The weather was not very good that afternoon. I didn't go back to dinner. I went straight to my teacher's house with my bag. After a while, my mother really sent me a meal in the rain. A bowl of fragrant noodle paste appeared in front of me. I don’t want to mention how happy I am. The feeling of happiness makes me laugh and close my mouth. To the mother, she was sweating because she climbed the eight-story staircase, and her body was wet by the rain. I feel embarrassed in my heart. From that day on, my mother will cook me delicious every night, and then send it to me. No matter whether it is windy or rainy, I have to go a long way every day, and then send me dinner on the upper and lower stairs. Too hard! At this time, I only thought about it, my mother, you have worked hard, thank you!

I have experienced my mother's love from my mother's sorrow, and I have heard a strong mother's love from the rice.

Fifth grade: Chen Cheng