Corn fragrance

The heavens are not beautiful, but they are drizzling and drizzling. The rain fell on the ground, like the sound of silk bamboo, soothing and soothing. But this does not seem to fall on the ground, but falls in my heart. The sky is gray, my heart is heavy. Standing in front of the window sill and looking at the continuous rain, I feel resentful, I really don't know how to go back after school.

This rain does not leave any hope for people. I complained, I don’t know if I should go home, or I should continue to wait for my mother. For a moment, the two thoughts were intertwined, and there was confusion in my mind. I tried my best to lick my head and waited.

The wind, whistling, the rain drenched everything in front of me, the wind blew on my face, cool, my heart was half cold. I was a little disappointed when I watched others being picked up by the parents. Probably, my mother won't come. I thought about it and rushed into the rain curtain.

The raindrops of the beans fell on the face and slipped over, but they disappeared in an instant. I really want to find a bad word in the intestines, and say her.

I don't know how long it took, the warm home finally appeared in front of me. As for how I came back, I didn't know it myself. I am filled with grievances and anger in my heart, I really want to catch a person to beat a meal.

When I entered the house, I discovered that my mother was not at home. It seems that I misunderstood her. I began to feel restless and restless.

"Hey--" Mom came back, the whole body was soaked, the rain continued to drip on the ground, and the mother came over and touched my head, whispering softly: "You have been clamoring to eat recently. Corn, my grandfather called me yesterday to get it. Who knows that it has been raining, and there is not much. Mom will cook it for you." The tone was soft.

After that, my mother peeled corn and washed corn. I saw the rain on the mother's hair on the peas and slid down the pale cheeks, dripping on the feet, and from the rain-filled shoes to the water in the water at the mother's feet. My mother’s eyes are so focused, as if to complete a great mission. In an instant, I felt the air condensed into a ball, only to hear my excited heartbeat and my mother's gasp.

"Eat, Mom gives you a big one!" The corn was just cooked, and the mother picked a tender and fresh one and handed it to me. Taking advantage of the crunchy corn, there was a rush in my heart. I felt that there was a kind of warmth and affection that could not be said but was touching me.

Yes, my mother's love is like this burst of corn scent, drifting into my heart, drifting into my memory, warming my heart.

First grade: Intimate