2. The sunlight passes through the mottled leaf shadow, forming light with different thicknesses, which shines on the tender face. I remember when I was a child, the teacher asked us to practice handwriting neatly at the beginning of school. This task must be accomplished as an imperial edict. My mother saw me frown and smiled, "practicing calligraphy is a protracted war, which requires you to make endless efforts." Will you? " "Of course!" I nodded and said nothing.
Step 3 do it. I carefully sharpened the pencil, moved a small wooden chair, and put Grandpa Square right on the desk and sat on the wooden chair. This serious shelf is like a little calligrapher, and my mother can't help laughing. "To practice calligraphy, you need to master the hook. These are the foundations and must be mastered. " Mother said slowly, I clumsily wrote one word after another. "I'll demonstrate it again", and my mother's warm words echoed in my ears. She put her hand on the back of my hand, and suddenly this warm feeling was like a huge wing wrapped around me, and like warm sunshine wrapped around my fingertips. Mother's rough texture rubbed the back of my hand and raised my head. Mother's slightly moving eyelashes reflected orange light in the sun, and then the handwriting appeared in front of me, just like the family pattern outlined by the sun.
After a while, an impetuous feeling spread in my body and mind. The fragrance of camphor trees outside the window makes people sleepy. I thought the teacher wouldn't assign this task, who would!
At this time, my mother saw that my handwriting was like a footprint, the fuse in my heart was completely lit in an instant, the wrinkles on my forehead were looming, and my eyes were covered with dense bloodshot, like wild vines, winding my heart. For a moment, I thought I was a wild little beast and trampled on my mother's good intentions! The flowers in her heart gradually withered under my torture. Looking back suddenly, my mother has been rushing about for my studies, and unconsciously a layer of frost has formed on my temples. "If you want to do a good job, you must persevere. No one can be here without suffering! " Mother smoothed this corner with slender fingers! Let the jade ornaments on my wrist reflect delicate luster under the light, just like the morning sunshine, my heart is baptized instantly, and the patterns of family are outlined on the paper leaves.
6, time flies, the sun slips away from you, leaving only a few tender feelings at the fingertips, which is called maternal love.