Now, I am far away from my hometown and relatives and live alone in this strange city. Although I have new classmates and new teachers, I always feel empty in my heart. I always get through to my mother at this time, and there may be nothing to talk about. I just want to hear her voice. I have lived in my mother's love for so many years, but I have never tasted that love with my heart. Now that I think about it, I can't help feeling a little sorry, but that was the way it used to be.
My mother called me the day before yesterday to put on more clothes. At that time, my heart was warm and my eyes were wet. Although the distance of thousands of miles blocked the extension of my vision, I kept thinking about my children. Unconsciously, I remembered many past events, and countless shadows danced in front of me.
I remember my family was poor when I was a child. In order to support this family, my mother had to work as a coolie at the construction site. When I get home at night, I have to cook and wash clothes for us. Every day is so busy and hard, but she never complains. The food at home is very poor. Only on holidays does my mother buy some meat, but she never eats it and always puts it in my sister's and my bowl. It was silly at first. If I believed my mother, if I could go back in time, I really wanted to say to my mother, "Mom, it's time for you to eat!" " "
I was very tired when I was in senior three, and I couldn't go home until 1 1 every night. Whenever I am near my home, it is always warm, surrounded by endless darkness, only the small lamp in front of my house is so dazzling. I know my mother is waiting for me. She always goes to bed after I sleep and prepares a big breakfast for me before I wake up. Sometimes I feel that life in senior three is not so bright.
Now that I'm in college, I feel like a child in my mother's eyes. Every time I leave home, my mother always asks me to call her when I get to school and tell her that I am safe. However, sometimes I am careless and forget my mother's words. My mother always calls the next morning, and her voice is very concerned. I am afraid that something will happen to me, and I sometimes feel puzzled. Later, I heard from my sister that my mother didn't receive it. Although sometimes it is not understood by children, that feeling has never weakened. Now that I think about it, I really hate my carelessness and hurt my loving mother.
Mother's love, like warm wind, warms my heart all the time. She gives me a kind of strength and makes me feel the purest and simplest feelings in the world. I don't know how to thank my mother. Even the most beautiful words in the world are pale, and even the most dazzling wealth in the world is dim. I just want to gently hold my mother's hand, look at her eyes with happy eyes and whisper to her.