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There are many thunderstorms in summer. The first feeling is slightly cold, dark clouds rolling in, rolling in, instantly covering half the sky. The thin sky has become thick and strange, and the lightning voltage is on my heart, revealing a trace of sadness. An inevitable storm is coming.
It's still raining cats and dogs after school, and everything is hard to distinguish in the sound of brushing rain. I walk with my head buried. "Lan Riwei!" Through the layers of rain curtains, there was a gentle and urgent call clearly. It's mom!
My mother wore a red raincoat and stood at the school gate with an electric car, silently in the hazy rain. I looked at it carefully. Although I was wearing a raincoat, some of my hair was wet by the rain and stuck to my forehead. But there is still a happy smile on mom's face. Seeing me, it seems that her heart is at ease. She said reproachfully, "Don't bring an umbrella any more. I have cooked the meal. Get on the bus quickly. " Pat me on the back and help me with my schoolbag. A simple sentence, a subtle action, penetrated into my heart, making me suddenly feel warm.
Without saying a word, I got into my raincoat, hugged my mother tightly and slept quietly for a while. Cars come and go on the road, just like boats floating on a wide and flat river. Mom's electric car runs smoothly on the road, afraid of disturbing me.
"Wei, you have to relax, a little failure is nothing. Mom believes that your qualifications are good, but you are not careful enough. Just change it later. " She paused and then said, "Remember, you and your brother will always be the darling of your mother." She poured it out word by word, as if she had exhausted all her strength and told the true meaning of maternal love.
I didn't see her face. I just listened silently and didn't respond, but my nose was full of acid and I wanted to cry.
I don't know when I fell asleep In my dream, my ears have been echoing the gentle and quiet voice like the bell of heaven, and every sentence has knocked on my heart, giving me great encouragement and comfort. A lamp gradually lit up in my heart, breaking through the heavy and gloomy fog and bringing the first ray of light. Its wick is bright and red, burning, providing a little. How soft and warm its flickering fire is, it reflects my long-standing cold heart. I reached out and approached, and a hot temperature surrounded me, and the cold in my heart and body receded a little.
The candle of the lamp grew bigger and flickered bit by bit, and suddenly a harsh white light came, and the darkness around it was broken like a mirror, and wisps of light burst out from the gap. I walked out of the predicament and looked back gratefully. That lamp is still silently guarding in my heart.
On the way of growing up, because there is a lamp of maternal love guiding my direction and giving me warmth in the long night, I am no longer lonely and hesitant, and I have learned to go through the storm independently.