My mother's taste
Mom smells warm. This is my most attached feeling, and I have been immersed in it. ?
I used to sleep in my mother's arms when I was a child. My little head always likes to drill into my mother's warm armpit, always likes to sleep in a daze with my mother's arm, and my mother always holds me comfortably in her arms. How gentle my childhood treatment is, how sweet my childhood dreams are, and my mother's arms are my childhood paradise. In this paradise, my actions are so straightforward. My little hand grabbed my mother's hair, and my little feet kicked around at will ... Sometimes, my mother would sigh gently, but all I got was a pat and a kiss. ?
When I was in kindergarten, I liked my mother's braids best. It is moderately elastic and patterned, and the hair band is also carefully selected by my mother. Who didn't like colorful when I was a child? Except for girls. I was always happy in my childhood, and my face was full of happiness. When I grow up, I will comb my hair, sometimes I will run to my mother's head to "fiddle with my craft", and I often naughty tie my childish hair band to her hair tips. When my mother was teased by the adults, I danced with joy. My mother suddenly realized, grabbed me happily, picked me up and shaved my little nose beautifully. I really felt that I was the happiest child in the world. ?
I also like the sweater knitted by my mother. All my sweaters are knitted by my mother in her spare time. These styles are very beautiful. When I was a child, driven by vanity, I showed off my sweater in front of my friends without a coat. I swagger. I'm awesome. My sweater also attracted several female teachers in the school, who scrambled to "pull" my lovely sweater to see the stitches. Oh, my spirit at that time was really indescribable, and I just floated up! Wearing a sweater knitted by my mother with needle and thread, I feel that needle and thread have knitted our mother and daughter together tightly. Mother's heartbeat, mother's expression, mother's breath ... I am immersed in mother's taste and enjoying it happily. ?
It's a pity that my mother is not around often now. In order to support this family, she and her father have to run around all year round and work hard outside. Mother has no time to braid my hair or knit my sweater. All year round, I haven't even seen each other, and those nagging words that love to look forward to can only be knocked on the other end of the phone at regular intervals every week. Sometimes, I feel like I'm hanging ivy. Although the years have passed, I still fly around all year round, because my mother is the nourishment of my life. ?
How sweet and lovely, how sweet and intoxicating, I have always been attached to the smell of my mother. Reading quietly, the taste of my mother has been integrated into my blood, and the taste of my mother has been rooted in my soul. The smell of my mother makes me feel refreshed in hot summer days, warm in cold winter days, breeds a kind of comfort in lonely and sad places, and makes me feel full of pride when I am afraid of shrinking. ?
I miss it so much! I miss the smell of my mother!
Test analysis: this question belongs to propositional composition, and the examination is relatively simple. How much your mother cares about you when you grow up? Can you accept and understand mom's nagging? Anyway, mom smells a lot. Write it out, and write the image of your most familiar mother. From many life materials, choose the one that touches you the most, is easy to control and has the most true feelings to write and complete the writing. Pay attention to the rational use of rhetorical methods and expressions.