A 600-word composition based on warm travel

Warm travel composition

Mother's love is the charcoal in the snow, giving us warmth; it is the bread when we are hungry, giving us fulfillment. Maternal love is like a drop of water in the desert; maternal love is like a piece of bread in hunger; maternal love is like an umbrella in the rain. In this changing rainy season, there is a kind of warmth called maternal love that warms the whole body... Do you still remember that day? I didn't listen to your advice and put on short sleeves. At noon, the weather became more and more stuffy, and I I felt proud and thought: "Huh, my prediction is very accurate!" But what I didn't expect was that the weather suddenly changed towards the evening, the temperature dropped sharply, and a few drops of rain fell from time to time in the gray sky. , seems to be criticizing me for not listening to my mother. After school, I saw my mother running towards me quickly. Seeing that my face turned pale, she asked softly: "Is it cold?" I said firmly: "It's not cold!" Seeing my stubborn look, she didn't say anything, just looked helpless, "You kid..." Then, my mother took me home. It's really God's unkindness. Unexpectedly, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. Along the way, the raindrops beat down on everything mercilessly. I felt colder and colder, and I was shivering behind the car, but I gritted my teeth and refused to say anything. Mom may have felt something, so she quickly got out of the car. When she saw me curled up and my lips turned white, she said to me: "Mom, it's a little hot while riding the bike. This windbreaker is for you to wear!" As she said that, she took off her coat and put it on me. At this time, I saw that there was only a thin piece of clothing in my mother's coat, and the rain became more unbridled, soaking everything around, including, of course, my skinny mother. The rain slid down my mother's forehead and soaked her collar, but she didn't care at all and just kept helping me tidy up my coat. I just wanted to refuse, but the clothes with my mother's body temperature made my little body tremble slightly. I couldn't help but yearn for such warmth. I, who is usually stubborn, was speechless for a moment. Before I could say anything, my mother had already neatly mounted her bicycle and pedaled hard towards home. Along the way, it was still raining. On this windy and rainy evening, my mother's thin windbreaker was so warm, as if it was secreting a force that kept surging and suddenly spread throughout my body, warming my heart. How much I wanted to stop this moment, I just felt a heat rising up, and tears slowly flowed out of my eyes like broken pearls.

Ah! Mother's love is a coat with mother's warmth. My mother gave me warmth in the cold weather. I know she also wants someone to protect her from wind and rain. I will be that person in the future and I will give her warmth!