Composition in warm weather. 36860 . 68868888686

Warmth, a beautiful word, grows with us and cares for our hearts. And those unchanging memories have always warmed me.

Last winter, everything was white and the cool wind roared, but home was always the warmest. Every time I sleep, my mother always puts a warm hot water bottle under my bed. Every time I go to bed, it is warm. I was sensible at that time. I never catch a cold every time I go to bed, but my mother always looks cold when she goes to bed. Every time, I will naively ask:

"Mom, what's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, just a little cold," my mother said casually.

"Don't you have a thermos? Oh, I have, I'll give it to you! " When I finished, I took out the thermos bottle from under the quilt.

"Oh, no, I'm just kidding you. Actually, I'm not cold at all I have one here. "

Mother still pretended to be warm and smiled.

In this way, I fell asleep with a warm hot water bottle every night. It was not until a year later that I discovered my mother's "conspiracy".