Maternal love

A mother's love, in the children's eyes, is always a bundle of sacred light; A mother's love is a cup of Longjing tea, when the children are weak to drink a few mouthfuls let you refreshed; A mother's love is the children's troubles in a guzheng, when the children worry, the elegant music will let you in front of a green; A mother's love is more like a quilt, when you shiver, intimate care and warmth will let you sleep safely. Since Chinese ancient times has the tradition of "one hundred good filial piety is the first", our country the Han Dynasty has a child called Huang Xiang, he was nine years old, bereaved mother and father each other's life. In the cold winter months, he warmed the quilt for his father, and then read at night; In the hot summer, when his father was outside, he shook a fan beside his father to drive away the mosquitoes. He said to his father, "A father's child should be repaid all his life." When Huang Xiang grew up and became an official, he happened to meet the disaster year. He asked to take out his savings to help the victims. If Huang Xiang did not love his father, how can he love the people of Liming, and how can he use his own savings to help the victims? All through the ages, people who have achieved a little have this noble. Virtue. There is such a thing: a student was spoiled by his parents from a young age. His parents would buy anything they wanted, even if it was for life! Once his mother was sick, delayed cooking, he put his mother scold a sudden, the mother, tears streaming, extremely sad. Think about how sad that mother was at that time. If there was no love in the world, what would it be like: the old people in the streets, children abandoned in the wilderness. How terrible it would be! Think about it, parents for us to pay how much ah, let us all care about parents, filial piety parents, for parents, for the elders, write a song of love!

My mother's body is neither fat nor thin, neither tall nor short. Her hair is dyed blonde and she always wears it in a ponytail, which is the most convenient way. Face round, like a red apple. Under the curved eyebrows inlaid with a pair of eyes like black gems, a high nose with a small mouth, eloquent. Mother is very chatty. Every morning when I go to school, my mother always told me: "Xiaojun, you should pay attention in class, don't whisper with your deskmate, can't do little actions, OK?" I nodded. "I know!" "And you must be careful when you cross the street. Look both ways before you walk, hear?" Mother is still talking. "Yes, yes! I agreed a little impatiently. "Are you warm, Xiao Jun? Is it cold?" My mother is still nagging. I think her words are sometimes useful and sometimes not. Mom is not only a nag but also a showman. Every time after sending me to study, she would go shopping to buy clothes and cosmetics. Often carried a big bag of clothes, in front of the mirror to try on one by one, also from time to time ask dad how nice. When my mother's colleagues invited her to dinner, she would dress up in front of the mirror with makeup, eyebrows, lipstick, perfume, and long gestures in front of the mirror before she would go out. She doesn't even go to meetings without dolling herself up. My mother is hard-working, too. At weekends, I always clean up at home, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, wiping the table, and taking out the garbage. She would also go to the market to buy my favorite food, cook for me to eat. Mom has good days and bad days. However, I know my mother scold me also for my good. I love my mother.