There is always a string of pink wind chimes hanging in front of my bed. Whenever the wind blows in from the window, it will ring a crisp and pleasant bell, just like mom's reminder.
My mother has beautiful black hair. She has big eyes of God, just like the little sun at the top of a wind chime, which shines with love. Her mouth is like four silver-gray sticks colliding with each other. It is small and exquisite, and has a glib tongue. And I'm like a small bead in that stick, which sparks joy from time to time.
When I was a child, I always liked to cry. The cry is so earth-shattering that even wolves can scare away. At that time, my mother was very hard, working all day, taking care of the children, cooking and washing clothes, and staying up late. As soon as I hear my wailing in the middle of the night, my mother will get up and coax me. She held a string of wind chimes, and with a flick of her finger, an unknown song was born. Strange to say, before I knew it, I stopped crying, drooled with relish and fell asleep. Eleven years have passed in an instant. Listen, Tinker Bell ... How familiar, cheerful and wonderful this sound is! A beautiful picture emerges in my mind: in the lush Woods, birds and flowers, a stream drives happy waves and touches every inch of the earth's skin. The warm sunshine sprinkled into the Woods and beautiful patterns appeared on the ground. Butterflies danced, bees worked hard to collect honey, and the fresh smell of wet soil was everywhere, which made people relaxed and happy ... The next day, my mother's eyes were bloodshot, but she still worked hard, and it was like this every day on the third day and the fourth day.
Motherly love is like a wind chime in my heart. I love my mother.