The spring breeze and bright moon are not as good as you, and the vast sea of stars is not as good as you.
Inscription. The years are like a wordless scripture, slowly recording the elegance of the day and twilight; The years are like a babbling stream, and they have passed inadvertently; The years are like melodious movements, telling the warmth and warmth of the world. But even though the years are gone, the mother's love that floats with precious warmth still ripples in the heart.
When I was a child, I always liked to let my mother hold me before I learned to walk, and that feeling was so warm that I will never forget it. And my mother often took me for walks. Mom, you know what? In those days, whenever I was carefully held by you, I would have a great sense of pride and joy. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they are also envious of me for having such a good mother. So, my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time.
When I was in elementary school, I couldn't let my mother hold me anymore, and she couldn't hold me anymore. My mother and I began to go in and out hand in hand. She expressed her love for me in her hand that had gone through the vicissitudes of life. At the end of school, my mother always held my hand and asked me how I was doing in school. And I always shook her hand and "reported" my performance to her in a mischievous tone: "It's good! "Day after day, year after year, this became the biggest tacit understanding between me and her in elementary school.
Another step up - after junior high school. I no longer had the leisure to hold hands with my mother, but just hurriedly waved my hand at her in the midst of the crowd. My mother didn't force me to do it, and she changed the way she expressed her love. In the dead of night, while I was doing my homework that seemed to never finish, she walked softly into the study. Or bring me a glass of milk; Or bring me a sweet apple; Or bring me a long-term companionship ......In the midst of my busy homework, I inadvertently looked up and saw my mother looking at me with loving eyes, and gently said, "You are still the most handsome in your studies!" "It's very profound......
Someone said, "A person will meet two people in his life, one will amaze the time, and the other will be gentle for the years." "For me, the person who was amazed by the time has not yet appeared, and the person who has been there in that tender time has always been around. She said to me, "Niuniu, exercise more!" "I just sweat a lot every day; She said to me, "Niuniu, drink plenty of water!" "I drank my little belly like a frog. She said to me, "Niu Niu, be polite when you meet people!" "I saw everyone greeting ......
However, slowly, I found that the mother in her prime was old. As a result, I gradually came to the conclusion that the human body will happen many times"** because there are several obvious cracks in the corners of my mother's eyes. Her hands were withered and scaled, and they were shocking to the touch, like her myriad life, like her unbalanced world. It turned out that my mother was also a little girl who needed comfort. I have heard her restrained sobbing in the middle of the night, and I have felt the helplessness in her heart; I have heard her say more than once: "Mom has been feeling bad these days, she always wakes up in the middle of the night, and she can't sleep when she wakes up." ”；I've seen her spend money on me without blinking, and spend money on herself without thinking twice, just to keep me from going down the same path she walked...... againCountless times, I have truly felt all the time: my mother really gave up a lot and endured a lot for me.
My first time"** just like this, quietly happened in my pupils, just because I witnessed the waves of the world and the ruthlessness of the years. I thought I would be calm and calm in the face of my mother's aging, but now it seems that it is just a sign before the arrival of **. This first ** will not make my gray hair full of wrinkles, but will make the building block castle in my heart collapse as a child, and then leave me to spend my life in the ruins.
Flowers fall, flowing in the heavens and the earth, memories are messy in the wind, but the touching moments of love will last forever. When I really leave my mother's arms and go into the distance, chasing my poems and the distance, I think I will definitely turn back step by step, and look at the little figure who saw me off for a long time - my mother. Because that figure used to be a giant in my heart, an angel sent by God to protect me, and my omnipotent "mother man", she once held the world that belonged to me alone.
It is always difficult to say love between family members, on the one hand, I feel that there are too many things to say, which is very heavy; On the one hand, I feel that after so many years of ups and downs, it seems hypocritical, as if life should be a little cheesy, like a continuous pace of progress, and fall to the ground steadily. But three meals a day, all year round, every inch of time that passes is engraved with traces of love. At this moment, I decided to turn a thousand words into a short sentence
Love your mom, see you tomorrow!