In this world, everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless and will not disappear with the passage of time.
When I was a child, I always liked to be held by my mother before I learned to walk. That feeling is so warm that I can't forget it for a long time. And my mother often carries me for a walk. Mom, you know what? In those days, whenever I was held carefully by you, I would have a great pride and happiness. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they also envy me having such a mother. So my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time.
After primary school, I can't let my mother hug me anymore, and my mother can't hug me anymore. Mom started holding my hand in and out. She expressed her love for me in the vicissitudes of life. After school, my mother always shook my hand and asked me about my performance at school that day. Naughty, I shook your hand viciously and "reported" my performance to my mother in a naughty tone. Day after day, year after year, this has become the biggest tacit understanding between my mother and me in primary school.
By going up one flight of stairs-after junior high school. I have no such leisure to hold hands with my mother anymore. Every time I see my mother, I just shake her hand in a hurry. Mom didn't force me to do this, she changed the way of expressing love. Every night, when I am doing homework that seems to be endless, my mother always walks into the study quietly. Or bring me a cup of sweet milk; Or bring me a sweet apple; Or pass me a cup of espresso ... let me deeply appreciate my mother's maternal love in that busy study.
"The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of mothers all over the world actually lies in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you. Some people like the taste of vinegar-sour, some people like the taste of sugar-sweet, some people like the taste of medicine-bitter, some people like the taste of spicy-spicy, but I like the taste of mother's sweat.
I remember one time, I was unfortunately ill in bed, and my mother hurried to the drugstore to buy medicine for me. After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting and sweating. When I saw it, I was very distressed. I advised her to take a rest before cooking medicine, but she didn't rest for a moment and went directly into the back room to cook medicine for me. While cooking medicine, my mother ran around to see how I was and how the medicine was cooked. After a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured out the medicine, she carefully walked up to me with the medicine, helped me up and let me drink the medicine. I reached out my hands trembling and was about to get a bowl, but my mother said, "Forget it, I'll feed you." I smelled my mother's sweat for the first time when she was feeding me medicine. It is so mellow and sweet. This sweat embodies my mother's hard work and deep love for me.
Since then, I have been used to smelling my mother's sweat. Whenever my mother comes back from working in the fields, she is always sweating all over. Sweat soaked mom's clothes. I ran to my mother and said, "Have a rest!" At the moment I spoke, I smelled the sweat on my mother's body. The sour taste was terrible, just like the smell after acid rain in the sky. It's really unpleasant Although the sweat smells sour and smelly, I don't want to avoid it. Because I know exactly why my mother smells like this-it's for our family. My mother never blames anyone for her hard work. She doesn't dress like a city woman, and her face is covered with all kinds of high-end cosmetics. She will only take care of us with her heart.
Mother's sweat exudes love for home and children, and our healthy growth is the result of mother's watering with sweat. Sweat contains the mother's ups and downs. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are so tired, have a rest!" " "
Since then, I have been used to the smell of my mother. If one day I can't smell my mother, I will feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable.
I like the smell of mother, but the smell of mother is so unique that it doesn't need any ingredients in the world, but it is an irreplaceable smell from itself. When I smell this smell, I feel a kind of happiness and joy. Let me say, "Mom, I like your smell!" " "