It was Friday night, and I went to the crib reluctantly, because my father came back and I wanted to sleep alone, but in that "horrible" little room, the dark devil appeared in front of me, pouting and "hating" me. what can I do?
I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, always unable to close my eyes, always afraid that the "monster" would suddenly come, and then … finally fell asleep. The dark Lord seems cute, too. Suddenly, the door opened and I was awakened. I narrowed my eyes and saw that it was my mother. She came in with a flashlight in one hand. My mother bent down, tugged at my quilt, touched my head and whispered, "It's time to turn off the lights, or it will affect my sleep at night." Then she gently turned off the light, quietly closed the door and went back to her room to sleep. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I didn't feel scared at all.
It was dawn before you knew it, and the cheerful "singing" of the washing machine came from outside. I know my mother got up to wash clothes, and I can't help thinking about talking back to my mother last night. My mother came to see me at night ... and tears came out again.
Motherly love is really great! Motherly love, like intoxicating spring breeze and warm sunshine, cares for us all the time. We must honor our parents!
Meng Jiao wrote "A grass and a tree, three wisps of spring". Maternal love is priceless and the greatest in the world!
"Motherly love is a piece of sunshine. Even in the cold winter, you can feel the warmth of spring. Motherly love is a clear spring ... "