It was summer—
One morning, it was particularly cloudy, and then it rained dramatically. I was depressed like a cloud, but the light rain washed away a little darkness in my heart.
It's raining hard, and the sound of the rain makes me unable to calm down and read. I stared at the windowsill and looked at the peach trees.
My mother is with me, and I seem to see something:
All the ground was wet with rain, except one place that was not wet with tears from the sky. The little peach tree under the big peach tree was shaken by the wind, which seemed to protect the little peach tree and wanted to protect it. Although the wind is strong, the young trees are there unscathed, not wet or ravaged by the wind, and thrive under the protection of the big trees.
Time seems to have stopped, everything is silent in the rain, but I don't know.
Suddenly, the tree fell and my heart jumped. The tree fell in a strange posture, and I really wanted to stop something. Oh, my God, it's a small tree! Suddenly there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and the thunder was very loud. I was afraid! I stood up, bowed to the tree, and there was another thunder, as if I thought the tree was paying tribute to my mother.
I seem to understand something.
I looked at my mother next to me and held her tightly, tightly.
Yes, there is a mother who doesn't love her children and pity all the parents in the world. My mother also hugged me tightly, recreating the scene where the big tree took care of the small tree. No matter the wind, frost, rain and snow, there is one person who will always guard you, and that is her-mother.