Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor. ...
A touch of maternal love
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.
On the surface, my mother and I don't talk much, unlike some classmates' mothers, who are caring and attentive, and live big and small things.