Motherly love is a bridge for me to grow up.
Motherly love is like water, as bright as flowers, as warm as sunshine and as gentle as running water. -inscription
Tender love
In spring, everything comes back to life, birds stand on branches and sing, the ice melts and animals climb out of the ground. It's natural. On the green grass, "the grass turns green", I run and jump like a child, "it's raining in the east wind, and I'm busy flying kites". Although I am sweating like a pig, my heart is full of laughter. Inadvertently, I tripped over a stone and my mother's figure ran towards me in the distance. I looked at my mother. She was anxious, frowning, gentle and loving, which gave me great comfort. The dark clouds in my heart vanished in an instant, ran on the grass and ran away with my mother's love.
Burning love
In summer, cicadas are singing in the branches, and under the green trees, my mother and I are in front of the window. The breeze is gentle, the branches are swaying, the mottled light and shadow are scattered on the ground, and the beautiful scenery in the suburban garden in midsummer is vivid and interesting. The scorching sun makes me upset, but the beautiful scenery in front of me has become the object I hate, and my leisure and poetry are gone. My mother is right next to me, fanning me to repel mosquitoes and making me sweat.