I remember a little poem written by Bing Xin in "Stars in Spring Water":
Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hid in his nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I can only hide in your arms.
Although this little poem has only thirty words, it deeply understands how broad and boundless maternal love is! Isn't it? When we are upset, miserable and sad, what can we do except jump into our mother's arms and cry?
Mother brought us to this beautiful world and let us enjoy the love of others; Mom is our first teacher, and she worked hard to raise us. Mom /xiaoxue2/507.html is our spiritual pillar, always supporting and encouraging us. When we fall and bleed, the most painful thing is not us, but the mother's heart; When we don't listen, mother starts to beat us, and the most painful thing is mother. As the saying goes, "Beating the child hurts the mother." However, when mom helps us mend clothes and stings our fingers, she will still feel happy, because if her pain can bring us happiness, even if it is pain, it is worth it to her.