It is obviously sunny and sunny, but why do I feel a little miserable.
Where should I start, how to express my inner feelings and describe this matter with beautiful, simple and elegant words. The silk strings plucked the love threads in my heart and made a long sound.
A woman rented a house with her son, who was from out of town. It was in the afternoon. The son was sitting watching TV and the woman was holding him. It was a very sweet and warm scene. Suddenly, the little son started to have a stomachache, and his thin eyebrows on both sides were tightly knitted together, as if he could not speak. The middle-aged woman was anxious and didn't know what to do. She coaxed her son to touch his belly with her hands to relieve the pain. The woman looked pale, locked the door of her house, and hurriedly got on a tricycle to go to the big hospital. In the car, the woman shed tears. She didn't know what to say, so she could only touch her gently. The eyebrows on her son's face were still tight, with no intention of loosening them. Love in deep bays.
A very ordinary picture, a very ordinary action, a common thing, a very ordinary worried expression, a very habitual mood but it is also a very ordinary day, very ordinary. one afternoon. You can't read the taste through understatement, let alone enjoy the deep affection and eternal love. Only by looking can we become more real. Only by looking can we know the emotions buried in our hearts when we have grown up. Only by looking and recalling deeply can we open the door to memory, rearrange and sort out the fragments of memory. Only once will you know. I know that my words cannot replace this deep sea of ??love, but not everyone will have this sea.
The paleness on the woman’s face, the worry in her heart, I don’t know her unique mood, I can only see the superficial emotions, because her love is very deep, her love is very deep. The softness and warmth are very delicate. It is the love that a mother can have. It is a woman who loves her children and husband and fulfills her duties as a wife and mother. Love is in her hair.
No matter how good or beautiful the words are, they cannot sail across the sea of ??love. The sea is so beautiful. She will sing beautiful songs at night and gently wave her waves. She will quietly turn into a fairy in the middle of the night and blow the little conch horn to express her joy. The sea is so beautiful and the wind is so soft.
Filial piety, I don’t want to embellish it with words anymore. No matter whether it is a middle-aged woman, a middle-aged man, or a young person, as long as they have their own children, they will show their emotions to cover the ocean. After every parent's beloved child is born, they will think in their hearts that the baby can grow up healthily and happily. As you grow older, I will give you a glass of milk at night and tell you not to go to bed too late. But I hope that no matter whether I am studying, entering the society, or being far away from my parents, I can think of them on that far away side. It is okay to call and greet them occasionally, because the sea will sometimes disperse, but That love will never be lost.
I am not a family-loving person, but I hope to study abroad. Whenever I go home, I don’t want to lie down on a comfortable bed and be lazy every day. I don’t want to sleep until it’s dark every day; I don’t want to When you get home, you should throw away the cleanliness you had at school; you don’t want your parents to say all day that your child is finally back, so just let her sleep more; and you don’t want your child to get dirty when you get to the sea of ??love, but She hopes to return home and help her parents with work; help them make breakfast, help their parents clean the room, chat with them more, go out with them more, and go see the sea of ??love with them. It looks so charming under the sunshine. I accompany my parents to talk more about what happened in school, so that they can share my joy, because laughter can make me recall, write down my love, and express my sincere emotions. Keep it, hold it tightly in your hands, and prevent it from being blown away by the naughty wind.
I think of the new Internet terms "Tiger Dad" and "Tiger Mom" ??who strictly discipline their children. I can't say it wrong or right, but in the end, they are all expressions of loving their children, but the methods are different. . A father with Alzheimer's disease went out to eat with his son and relatives and friends, and "stole" a dumpling. When he was caught, he said: "My son's favorite food is dumplings." You saw it, you understood it, you were shocked, but She will still look so beautiful in the sun, no matter where she is.
Love, she is the eternal heart.