Semi-propositional composition "Tears of _____"

Mother's Tears

I have always thought that my mother is a particularly strong and capable woman. My admiration for her proud character is no less than the flesh-and-blood love that blood is thicker than water. After nineteen years of ups and downs and encountering so many ups and downs in life, when I felt extremely painful and helpless, I had never seen my mother’s tears, not even her sobbing! When I was young and ignorant, I once thought, could my mother have a heart of stone? Doesn't she really feel scared and helpless about the hardships of life? I don't understand, but I like her slight frown and resolute gaze. She doesn't have a delicate face with tearful eyes, but she has courage and calmness that impress me.

However, it was only not long ago that I came to this foreign land far away from my hometown; when I felt panic and helpless against everything unfamiliar around me; when I was full of reluctance and attachment, But I had to smile and wave goodbye to my mother; I saw my mother's tears so clearly, but I couldn't believe it - quietly, along the face engraved with the hardships of the years, quietly The ground slipped, and it turned out that my mother would cry too, but the tears were too heavy for me to bear, and I felt a dull pain in my heart. I don’t want this parting to be filled with sadness, I don’t want to make my mother worry, and I don’t want to make myself vulnerable in the eyes of passers-by - because I admire my mother’s strength so much! Although she was in tears today like a weak little girl, no amount of reluctance was effective in an instant. My mother's majestic figure swayed in my hazy tearful eyes, and I could no longer listen to her sobbing instructions and exhortations. Clearly, only the coldness and stinging left behind when tears streaked across my face shocked my heart...

At that moment, time stopped, everything was frozen in the coolness of the green campus, and I couldn't help but I don’t admit that I am far less strong than my mother, and even sentimental. I will shed tears for the tortuous experiences and tragic life experiences of the characters in a novel or movie, and I will also shed helpless tears for the twists and turns I encounter in life, but until then, I will shed tears. At this moment, I truly realized the true meaning of "moving". It does not need gorgeous decorations and shocking scenes, nor is it earth-shattering or otherworldly. It turns out that it can be so small and cautious, and so calm and gentle. For me, it’s even limited to my mother’s tears! These tears, ordinary and precious, are a sincere and simple expression of the affection between mother and daughter; these tears, small and sublime, are the only soft soil in my mother's heart - this soil has tried its best to nurture this young tree of mine for more than ten years. day by day, I gradually grow up, and my mother slowly gets older. Maybe this is a kind of reincarnation and replacement of life, but in my opinion, this exchange is extremely unequal, because I feel that I owe my mother too much. There are too many, those meticulous care and concern, those attentive and considerate instructions and instructions, those... my words are pale, because I lack the confidence, those too many loves, I can only keep them in my heart and silently express my gratitude. In addition, maybe I cried bitterly when I was about to leave my mother's warm wings, or I was filled with emotion when I looked at my mother's only tears that were shed for me. However, other than these, I seemed to be unable to do this. What kind of gratitude has been given in return, even if there is any, it is so insignificant in comparison!

But I understand that in addition to care and reluctance, my mother’s tears also contain her deep expectations and blessings for me. This may be the only thing I can give as repayment.

So, when I wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of my eyes and looked at my mother’s retreating back, I said to myself in my heart that my mother gave me a pair of strong wings. I will learn to fly here and wait until one day in the future to carry her myself. , touch the beautiful blue of the sky!

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