The weather is getting colder.

True feelings are everywhere in nature. Peeing can wait for the arrival of the mother in the bird's nest; Flowers can feel the caress of the sun when they moisten the soil; Grass can be baptized by spring rain on the grassland. I can find love from my mother in my life.

When I first entered junior high school, my mother came to pick me up after school because I was not familiar with the way from home to school.

On that day, it was still sunny, and at night, it was like a day in June. The child's face changed and dark clouds rolled in. Then a muffled thunder sounded and a violent storm was coming. Raindrops are falling, gradually changing from Mao Mao rain to downpour.

After school, I flew out of the campus, but there was no one at the school gate. "Mom should be delayed ..." I waited in the rain for ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes ... "Will mom forget to pick me up? Smelly mom, my daughter has been in the rain for more than half an hour and hasn't come to pick me up yet. " I looked calm on the surface, and I was already cursing like a bitch in my heart ... After another ten minutes, I finally saw my mother's tired figure. I ran to my mother and shouted at her, "What did you do? It's too late, all the old people guarding the school have left! The mother blamed herself and explained, "I'm sorry, son." Mom saw it was raining outside, so she went home and brought you an umbrella and clothes, so she came late. "Until then, I didn't notice that my mother was soaked on the way home to get an umbrella. I didn't speak again, but I felt guilty.

On the way home, my mother took my hand and gave me half an umbrella. I asked my mother, "mom, please take your umbrella to your side." You see, your shoulders are always wet outside. How cold it is. " Mom replied, "No, I'm still warm. It's good to get wet in the rain, but it's cool ... "At this time, I finally shed tears all the way. Because my mother's hands are cold, there are faint goose bumps on her arms. I can't stand Anna anymore. I grabbed my mother's umbrella and said to her, "Mom, I will give you an umbrella in the future."

Motherly love is a sunshine in winter, which makes people who are hungry and cold feel the warmth of the world; Motherly love is a clear spring in the desert, which makes people on the verge of despair see the hope of life again; Motherly love is a ballad floating in the night sky, which gives spiritual comfort to lonely and helpless people; Motherly love is the dew that drips on the earth after a long drought, which makes people with withered hearts feel emotionally moist.

Warm maternal love, imaginary maternal love, grows with me day after day and year after year. ...