I like the159th poem in the stars: Mom! The wind and rain came, and the birds hid in the nest; The storm in my heart is coming, so I can only hide in your arms. This poem tells about Bing Xin's love for her mother, expresses her love for her mother, and also praises her maternal love.
My mother loves me too. Once, I was sick, pneumonia, and needed to be hospitalized. My mother prepared a change of clothes for me and took them to the hospital. Although my mother was very sad, she said to me gently, "Little girl, if you keep taking medicine every day, you will get better faster!" " "My mother brings me my favorite porridge every day. I have a fever repeatedly at night, and my mother has been watching me and wiping my back with a wet towel to cool down. The next day, I found that my mother's eyes were like giant pandas, with big dark circles. It turns out that my mother stayed up all night to take care of me.
(4) In my study, my mother will give me a careful explanation of the problems I don't understand until I understand them. She is like my teacher, not afraid of being tired or suffering.
This is my mother's love for me. I love my mother!