Motherly love is fragrant and attractive milk in memory. I was in my mother's warm and powerful arms, smelling the frankincense from her body, greedily sucking her sweet milk, listening to her gently humming a melodious lullaby, and then fell asleep sweetly.
Motherly love is the hands that lead me to toddler. My mother's strong hands always hold me gently when I fall, and hold me forward step by step until I can take the most solid first step in my life independently.
Motherly love is an encouraging word. Once, I did badly in the math exam. When I came home trembling with my report card, my father gave me a good lecture. My mother looked at the tears on my face and said with distress, "Son, don't lose heart. You should do better in the next exam." In the evening, when I was reviewing my lessons, my mother sat next to me with a cattail leaf fan in her hand, silently watching me finish my homework, reaching out and touching my head, and said distressfully, "Son, I'm tired, take a quick rest!"
Motherly love is that happy smile. When playing with my mother, I hold my mother's neck tightly with my little hand. My childish voice called "Mom" sweetly, and then gave her a loud kiss on her rosy face. My mother hugged me happily, caressed my little face with both hands and smiled at me kindly and happily.
Motherly love is a difficult number. I remember that winter was extremely cold. When I came home from school, I saw my mother sitting on the balcony, bending over and rubbing clothes with her hands on the washboard. Big drops of sweat rolled down my mother's forehead, and I sobbed, "Mom-". Tears soon filled my eyes.
Motherly love is those warm cotton socks in the ice and snow. That day, I was having a class in the classroom. It's snowing heavily outside, and my feet feel freezing. Suddenly I saw my mother watching outside the classroom. I went out and saw my mother's face flushed with cold and covered with snowflakes. My mother said, "I know you are the coldest. I'll get you a pair of socks and put them on quickly." When I took the cotton socks from my mother's hand, I still remembered that they still carried her body temperature.
Motherly love is delicious during the Spring Festival. Every Spring Festival, my mother gets up early in the morning to make dough and meat buns. When I woke up, the steamed buns were precocious and chubby, and the steamer was already crowded with people. The most interesting thing is fried candy. In the evening, my family sat around the fire. My mother cooked a pot of oil, and then put the noodles made of glutinous rice flour into the oil pan for frying. At this time, I secretly pinched a rabbit and a puppy and fried them in a pot. When it is golden brown, I always catch one to eat first. My mother looked at it and said, "Be careful!"
When I grow up, I will never forget that deep maternal love. When I joined the army that year, I cut off my waist-length hair and wore an olive-green military uniform to my mother's grave. I silently said to my mother: Mom, my daughter will leave you today. Please take care! On the day I joined the army, when I was about to get on the bus, I looked back at the opposite ravine, where my mother was buried forever. Mom, if you know what's going on under the grave, have you ever seen your daughter wearing a military uniform and a big red flower on her chest, and firmly embarked on this military road with the deep affection of the villagers amid the joyful sound of gongs and drums? Mom, if you were alive today, how happy you would be to see your daughter!
Last night, I dreamed of my mother, who was still wearing a simple and clean floral dress with a kind smile on her face. Standing in front of my house, I saw my mother from a distance, so I waved and shouted at her desperately ... Suddenly I woke up and there seemed to be a song echoing in my ear, "Mother's kiss, sweet kiss ..." At this time, I was in tears.
Mother love is like a song. Mom's deep love makes me miss you so much!