The weather in September is always somewhat unpredictable.
I remember that morning, I was going to school with my schoolbag on my back. At this time, my mother, who couldn't go to work because of a high fever, staggered over and slowly raised her hand and handed me an umbrella. She said weakly, "Xue Fei, today's weather forecast says it will rain ... uh-huh ... it's better to take an umbrella." I looked up at the blue sky, looked at the big sun like a fireball, and thought: How is it possible? I threw down my umbrella and ran out of the door, only to hear my mother's cough and weak voice behind me.
In the last tutorial class, I saw big drops of rain hitting the window glass and making a rhythmic "tick" sound. Oh, no! What a surprise! I can't help regretting that I didn't bring an umbrella as my mother told me this morning. Only then did I realize the seriousness of the problem. Dad works overtime, and mom is ill again, so it's impossible to pick me up! What shall we do? It seems that I have to go back in the rain. Thinking about it, the bell rang, and I slowly packed my bag. When I went to the window to watch and listen, I couldn't help complaining about the unlucky rain. Seeing that some students around us were picked up by their parents, some walked out of the classroom with umbrellas, and some students simply rushed into the rain curtain and shouted: It's so cool to get caught in the rain! "So, I also got up the courage to rush into the stormy world and bite the bullet to taste the taste of' cool'." Wow! What a heavy rain! "Before I rushed to the school gate, I was soaked to the skin and became a' drowned rat'. Wow! Parents stood outside the school gate, only to see them holding umbrellas and wearing raincoats, standing there anxiously looking in, looking for their children among many students. That scene suddenly moved me! All right, let's go! My parents won't come anyway. I pushed open the "parent wall" and continued to run in the wind and rain, hoping that my parents would suddenly appear in front of me, even if they wouldn't hug their children lovingly like those parents at the school gate, at least they would wipe the rain on my face ... "Feifei! "Hey, how does this sound so familiar? Like mom's voice? Well, maybe I was so absorbed in thinking that I had hallucinations. I shook my wet hair hard and continued to struggle. " Feifei, stop running. "The familiar voice sounds a little weak and rings in my ear." Mom! "I can't help but let out a cry and stopped quickly. Looking back, the strong wind mixed with heavy rain seemed to engulf the weak mother due to illness. She came to me with difficulty step by step. "Xue Fei, get an umbrella. "I quickly put my raincoat on my body and looked at my mother who had been beaten by the wind and rain. I only feel that her face is getting paler and paler. Holding her cold hand, I only feel a heat in my heart.
An umbrella holds up a sky. Mother's love-this umbrella gave me a happy childhood. When we talk about "mother's concern", we have to talk about the fact that my mother learned to cook.
Before I was born, my mother didn't know how to cook. After I was born, because my father often worked overtime, my mother never dared to make do with eating for my health, so she had to bite the bullet and learn to cook. Since then, as long as there are colleagues who can cook in books and TV programs related to cooking, my mother will not let go. I was distressed to see my mother's delicate hands cut and burned, but my mother refused to give up. Everything comes to him who waits. Mother can not only cook now, but also often make some nutritious food suitable for children, which attracts the children in the neighborhood to come to my house for dinner. But behind these, only I know best what my mother did!
Mother's care is like a breeze-when I have sweat; Mother's care is a drop of tears-when I was sick, my mother waited for me anxiously; Mother's care is a folding umbrella-when I meet the wind and rain outside; Mother's care is a warm harbor. ...
A touch of maternal love
I have seen mothers sacrifice for their children in the news reports of Wenchuan earthquake. I have read many inspirational stories about maternal love in various magazines. I have browsed some poems praising my mother in my composition book. These loves are nothing more than vigorous love, drizzling love and giving one's life. Although the love between my mother and me is not so vigorous, I think maternal love can be dull.
My mother and I don't talk much on the surface, unlike some classmates' mothers who nag about all the trivial things in life. But every morning, I will find a cup of hot water by my bed. Every morning, the food brought to class has been put into the schoolbag; Go home from school every afternoon, it's already 7 o'clock, and the steaming dinner has been served; Before going to bed, as usual, it is a cup of hot water and a warm quilt. I naturally accepted all this. These silent actions and behaviors have become clear streams of water, which flow into my heart and make me feel warm every time. Because of these clear streams, my mother and I became closer. I often call her affectionately and often pour out my worries when I go out for a walk at night. She is a good listener. Every time I finished talking, my pain was reduced by half, and she came to comfort me, increase my confidence and teach me how to handle things, so that my unhappiness was completely swept away.
Mother is a wing, giving us strength; Mother is sunshine, which gives us warmth; Mother is a clear spring that gives us nectar. Let's understand and appreciate our mother!