I have seen mothers sacrifice for their children in the news reports of Wenchuan earthquake. I have read many inspirational stories about maternal love in various magazines. I have browsed some poems praising my mother in my composition book. These loves are nothing more than vigorous love, drizzling love and giving one's life. Although the love between my mother and me is not so vigorous, I think maternal love can be dull.
My mother and I don't talk much on the surface, unlike some classmates' mothers who nag about all the trivial things in life. But every morning, I will find a cup of hot water by my bed. Every morning, the food brought to class has been put into the schoolbag; Go home from school every afternoon, it's already 7 o'clock, and the steaming dinner has been served; Before going to bed, as usual, it is a cup of hot water and a warm quilt. I naturally accepted all this. These silent actions and behaviors have become clear streams of water, which flow into my heart and make me feel warm every time. Because of these clear streams, my mother and I became closer. I often call her affectionately and often pour out my worries when I go out for a walk at night. She is a good listener. Every time I finished talking, my pain was reduced by half, and she came to comfort me, increase my confidence and teach me how to handle things, so that my unhappiness was completely swept away.
Mother is a wing, giving us strength; Mother is sunshine, which gives us warmth; Mother is a clear spring that gives us nectar. Let's understand and appreciate our mother!