Xi in May
Peach blossoms are in full bloom in May. I sat by the window and watched the blooming branches swaying gracefully in the rain and fog, and my thoughts began to wander.
Tieguanyin on the table is steaming. I think my mother forced me into my bag before I left home for school. At that time, it was thought that a large box of tea took up a lot of space, but now it warms this cold spring. Drinking the tea sent by my mother and smelling the fragrance of the room, I feel that I am no longer lonely during the May Day holiday.
Thinking of this, I haven't called my mother for a long time, but she misses me all the time in her distant hometown. From time to time, she sends me short messages telling me to add clothes to keep out the cold, or sends me some snacks I like to eat. Although these things can be bought in supermarkets, when I hold a heavy package and touch my mother's beautiful handwriting, I still feel a warm current in my heart. Although it is two places apart from Wan Li. I still really feel the maternal love. The love she gave me, like this cup of tea, exudes a fresh and warm breath, gently hugs me and gives me warmth and security.
Looking back on the little things I spent with my mother, I can be sure that she is my favorite person and also my favorite person. My happiest childhood memory is my mother's bike. I once had a picture in my mind: either the sun was setting or the morning breeze was rolling, and a beautiful young mother with long hair came out of kindergarten with an innocent smile on her face. The mother's hair danced with the wind, and the child playfully looked up at the blue sky and the light swallow through the gap in the mother's hair. She sings from time to time: "The little swallow comes here every spring in colorful clothes. . . "And my mother sang softly, softly, and the songs of mother and son were blown far and far in the wind.
Time flies, my round little face gradually shows its edges and corners, becoming rigid and sunny. I grew up to be a very young one in the spring tide of youth, and gradually developed a meticulous mind and an independent thinking character. I no longer yearn for the back seat of my mother's bicycle and her warm embrace, and I no longer coquetry with her for an ice cream. And my mother still cares about me and loves me as always, but the sword of years silently carved scratches on her face. Although it is not obvious, the erosion of time has made her beauty no longer young. The conversation between us was not as intimate and frequent as when we were children, nor was it as active and naughty as when we were children. I spend most of my time in silence, reading in my room. Many things in life are decided by myself, so I have no time to communicate with my mother. Sometimes I even think my mother's ideas are rigid and old-fashioned. I think she is very talkative. Perhaps this is what people call the gap or generation gap between the younger generation and the older generation.
But now it seems that the generation gap is not worth mentioning in front of love. When I was sick in bed, the first thing I felt was my mother's warm hand touching my forehead. When you fall down and get hurt, the first thing you see is always your mother's reproachful and pitying eyes. I accepted my mother's love with a habitual attitude. Without this love, I will become an evacuated body. I will lose all motivation in life. The love my mother gave me is a trickle in my trivial life, which merges into an endless sea. Mother is great, but not just my mother. Every mother's love is so broad and noble.
I did badly in the model test before the college entrance examination. My mother's greatest wish is that I can get into a good university and have a good future. I let her down again and again. My mother sometimes shed tears behind my back, and I look deeply tired and disappointed. During that time, I felt guilty and uneasy. Snowflake-like papers and long nightmares almost suffocated me. How I wish I could fulfill my mother's wish and her dream, but in the end, I didn't. The college entrance examination is over, and there are no unnecessary accidents and surprises. My grades were average, and I was only admitted to this unknown institution.
On the day I received the notice, I was very discouraged, but I saw my mother's smile. She encouraged me to study hard in college and exercise myself in order to get ahead in society in the future. It seems that where there is hope, there is happiness. My mother has always had hope for me, and watching me grow up is her greatest happiness!
I left home, enriched myself in my studies and activities, and made myself miss home. But whenever I have a headache and a fever, what I miss most is my mother at home. I couldn't stand it, so I held everything my mother gave me in my arms and fell asleep peacefully. Perhaps this is a deep desire for maternal love, or it may be a comfort to the soul!
The second Sunday in May is my mother's holiday. At this time, the warmest and softest sun in a year hangs in the sky, symbolizing that she gave me gentle light and heat, lit up my life and washed away the years.
I want to dedicate this season to her.
Together with the season, there is one of my poems, which is the most emotional text. I hope she can see in the poem: "Mom, I love you forever!" " "
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You stare at my face.
Like bending over and staring at a baby.
Your sapphire earrings shake the moonlight of love.
indulge in empty talk
I am accompanied by the first ray of sunshine in the morning.
"Mother" sings in the ups and downs of the chest.
Now I'm retired far away, worrying about my feelings.
You use the eyes of the sea and the eyes of the stars
Paint my life with golden glaze.
I am in the song of the wind
Shout to the flying dusk
Love You! My mother!