Family love is the snow on the top of Changbai Mountain, simple but eternal; family love is the flowing water of the Tigris River, gentle but long; family love is the sunset in Sicily, lingering but gorgeous; family love is Mesopotamia. The inscriptions on Daya Plain are vague but meaningful. Family love, family love, family love transcend time and space, weaving the beautiful rainbow of life.
One night late at night, I was lying on the table writing furiously. The lights across the window were turned off one by one, and people fell asleep. I looked at the homework in my hand, hey, only by persisting and persisting can I deliver the assignment! Rubbing my tired eyes, a slender shadow appeared in front of my desk. I looked back - it was my mother. She appeared in front of me with a cup of thick milk. She said softly: My daughter, it's almost 9 o'clock, and I'm still doing my homework! Drink it quickly and finish it. Go to bed early! After saying that, my mother turned around and went downstairs to do housework. The glass of milk was still steaming, and the warm aroma slowly flowed into my heart. This is family love, which always brings warmth to me when I need her most.
The second father raised his palm, and that broad palm seemed to contain all the hope and anger. I closed my eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of my eye——I knew it was mine. Wrong, I shouldn't contradict my father like this. I looked at the eye-catching 69 points on the test paper in my hand for a long time. I opened my eyes, but there was no burning pain in my ears. I looked at my father in shock. The father who was angry but couldn't bear to take action, started from him. In his eyes, I read disappointment and love. My father put down his hand helplessly and gently uttered these words: Let's go upstairs! I understand what my father means. He wants me to continue to work hard, to fight, to work hard, and to win back the results that belong to me. I don’t know why, but I burst into tears all of a sudden. That silent love and a heart full of hope are exactly the deepest and most sincere family affection!
The third time I dragged my tired body downstairs. As I was about to wash my face, a burst of fragrance floated straight into my nostrils. Wow! It smells so good! I searched for the source of the fragrance like a dream, but I saw my mother's frozen red hands outside the door holding my favorite - Xiaolong Baozi. When she saw me, she shouted happily: Ah Lu, come and eat the buns! She jumped out of the car and put the buns into my hands. It turns out that my mother went to buy steamed buns for me early in the morning. I took the bun, and a warm current surged into my heart. Family love, just like the fragrance of this bun, is sweet but never inferior!
Family love is a trickling stream, bringing sweet moisture to my heart; family love is a ray of soft sunshine, Let the frozen heart melt silently, family love is a quiet harbor, and let the fatigue of my long voyage disappear.