Moonlight Night·Mother Looking up at the sky, it is just pitch black. Apart from the bright moonlight, there are also my weak breathing and violent coughing. Everything else was drowned in darkness. Stop and look far away, thousands of sparkles are twinkling, adding a trace of movement to this moonlit night. Taking a breath of cool air and looking at the corn on the slope, I thought about when my mother would arrive. It's autumn, and my mother is very busy, busy harvesting corn and doing housework that will never be finished. Looking forward to it, every minute and second passed, I thought my mother would not come. Lower your head and close your eyes, maybe time will pass faster. The wind kept blowing, and they were playing in my hair, in my sleeves, and around my lips. I wrapped myself in clothes, my human instinct for warmth made me curl up into a ball, and tears of regret overflowed. It fell to the ground disappointingly. I don't understand why, my mother and I never get along. I think my mother is nagging and troublesome; my mother thinks I have many problems and am ignorant. As soon as they met, the two women started to quarrel. I am afraid of staying with my mother for a long time, and I am afraid that my mother will scold me for the smallest things. I don't want to spend Sundays, I'm afraid of holidays. This feeling was so demonic that I couldn't breathe. I wanted to struggle, but my broken heart couldn't give me any strength. I have no more expectations. The night was getting darker and I regretted asking my mother to pick me up. Tomorrow is the weekend, and my body can last until tomorrow. I shouldn't call my mother. She must think that I am squeamish and that I don't study hard. Or maybe, she didn't like to see me in the first place. When sleepiness sets in, I want to go back and lie down in the dormitory to let my tired brain and body rest. In the haze, a familiar figure came into view. Her waist was stooped, her feet were like heavy sandbags, and she slowly walked towards me, swaying. I recognized it, this is my mother. It seems that my mother has been working for another day. She was exhausted. When she saw me, my mother said nothing, took off her coat and put it on me, then took my hand and walked forward. Her hands were tight, holding me tightly, as if they were glued together. I feel that my mother's hands are very hot, like a small stove, slowly emitting heat, warming my cold heart. Night, very quiet. There are very few people on the road. People after a busy day have already gone home to sleep. Only the slopes of corn and the moon looked at us, listening to the silent conversation between mother and son. The moon is very bright. The moonlight shines on the mother's body, covering her with a holy gauze. It made me take a closer look at the mother I had always hated. Mu Ran looked up and I was shocked. My mother, who had just turned 40, actually had so many gray hairs. The silvery white hair is so vivid in the moonlight. Tears welled up in my eyes... My mother's thin waist was clearly no longer straight. The hair that had been bleached by time was obviously no longer black and shiny. Her painstaking efforts were rewarded with my incomprehension, sadness and disappointment. Mom, I'm sorry, my daughter is really ignorant. I misunderstood your love for me. Sorry, Mom.