Mother love, what gave me?

Love, some people say, it is a kind of beauty, accompanied by beautiful and indulgent, whipping "She"'s leisurely life; love, some people say, is a goal, to add momentum to your learning, for your dedication A distant piece of sacredness on the other side of its success.

Always, we tirelessly wandered around us in the ridiculous places on the edge, feeling the embarrassment of nature, harmony and natural beauty. But I also want to write something, but I am deeply attracted by the cumbersome things...

I once remembered that Yanyang had gradually fallen. This is the day when the earth appears to be silent and dark, and it will wave and shake with me. It is also probably a blame for touching this pink memory; the unsatisfactory mind of the passing of time disappears faintly, "It traces it passed!" This is an afternoon with about five or six o'clock. A person sneaks in bed quietly, falling asleep, and when I sleep, I don’t know how many days in the dreams have passed through the world; perhaps it’s traveling around the world!

"I thought, my parents, every time I was born and screamed by someone else's phone," "Son, you have been studying and living recently, how!" When I heard that it was Dad. When I call, I am always plagued by what is going on in this minute. I still want to have to pick it up, just because every time I hear the words of my father, it is very strange, let me tell them, the reason for learning and life.

In my heart, Dad has always been as great as a mountain in front of the house. And we, like the two buds on the tree, grew up under the care of Dad. When I was young, my sister and I were very sick and sick. In addition to the lack of medicine in the big ravine, as long as we had a little headache, my father would carry us, cross the mountains and seek medical advice. I don't know how many thunderstorms are in the night, my father is carrying me with pain, head fights, wearing a coat, playing on a thick back, warming in the ticking of the rain and the footsteps of the father in the depths of the father. I went to sleep, but I don’t know if my father was drenched in order to take care of myself.

The climate in the mountains is as impermanent as the face of a doll, and it is often a little thunderstorm in the sun. When I was in the country, my family was poor. I didn’t have an umbrella. My father was afraid that I would be raining and cold. I cleaned the plastic bag for chemical fertilizers, cut one side, and even folded it into a book-sized box and put it in my bag. The compartment, let me take it every day, as a tool to cover the rain. Sometimes I feel guilty, and it is not as good as an umbrella. I quietly took it out. After my father found out, I silently helped me with my schoolbag. At that time, I was most envious of the flower umbrella that the uncle of the teacher bought for the cousin; the rain supported it, whether it was in the school playground or on the mountain road, how beautiful and how decent! Like me, with the plastic bag that condenses my father, I walked lightly through the rainy season of my childhood.

Like all fathers, Dad’s culture is superficial, honest and honest. However, compared with other people in the village, Dad is wise. He believes that it is better to raise a child and not to study. It is better to raise a big fat pig. The creed, in the words of the people who sent the children to the children, the father was stubborn. I was sent to the school. In order to support my and my sister to study, catch up with the sun, meet the stars and moons, plant the land and plough the fields, and work hard to finish the work of the farm, and the mountains and the mountains kept running.

The umbrella that condensed my father's efforts and expectations kept covering me with the wind and rain, and accompanied me through the youthful rainy season. Every time I play, my heart is filled with warmth and touch, and it will infinitely increase the courage and strength of my storm.

It’s like giving me a dream to fly on each other’s paths of life!

Dad, I am in this place that is not an imaginary university logo. It is a task and responsibility that I come with in my hard work and diligence. "Dad, please allow your son to express your love for me in three words: "You, hard work!" ”

I can't forget the pain of this short love and tears. Maybe, this is a sweet afternoon.

Although, I live not so happy and happy every day, as long as I live up to the support and support of my father! I am grateful, Dad, you once again told me a philosophical story. Since I went to the country, I only remember that there was a period of experience that was not so complete and clear. However, my college career made me happy. ,happy. This is "my university!" In the daddy, with a drop of blood, a tear to play me, the reason why today is now, it is a hard to get a feeling, an irrigation heart, Zhirui, can not tears in my heart Words to express me to the simple, kindly forehead to say that in my life is an extraordinary high school for three years; experienced a lot of setbacks and defeat baptism.

Always, let me want to tell myself no one thought, "Life is full of joy and tears, let us sail in our own sacred temple!" But life is not as practical as we think, flat……

Dad, what do you do on a hot day? Some of them are busy in the field, busy with their work, and are constantly doing... Are we having a good time here? It is not the only reason to convince the true mood of the text. That may not be imaginable. Some even do the cumbersome hard work that the society has to offer, but the ones they are pursuing and the desired work. Know it!

Perhaps, we don't understand the picture of this experience, which includes a career that is abandoned in the eyes of most people. But for me, it is a rare battle song of life! Whether it is sharp but humble is not something that everyone thinks is real.

Love is a touchstone around you, ignoring your eternal power without fear, magnifying the fire of the heart without a little heart; calmly touching the hopes given by the fathers and mothers of each classmate. Don't forget the two areas that gave birth to me!

It is hope, it is the eyes of love.

The first grade of the decoration design class of Xingyi National Normal College, Xingyi City, southwest Guizhou