500 words about unforgettable mother’s eyes

Unforgettable mother’s eyes

Spring passes and autumn comes, time passes little by little, taking away the childishness, bringing maturity, and leaving memories. Although everything is changing, one thing remains unchanged - that is maternal love, especially those eyes hidden in love.

When I was a child, I always liked to be in my mother’s arms, listening to her telling various stories. From time to time, I would raise my innocent face and look at her with innocent eyes - her long hair shawl. , oval face, willow eyebrows, a small cherry mouth, especially those eyes, like stars in the sky, emitting dazzling light. I like to touch my mother's hair the most. Whenever I make her hair a mess, she doesn't scold me or hit me. He just looked at me lovingly with his star-like eyes. I looked at my mother and shouted happily: "Mom, look, you have me in your eyes!" I tried hard to get closer to her, as if there was a child in there. My mother smiled and said, "Because you are my daughter, I have you in my eyes!" I also smiled, looking into my mother's eyes, which reflected my smile.

The years passed by inadvertently. For some reason, there seemed to be a gap between me and my mother, which separated us abruptly.

One day, when I was getting ready to go to school, my mother rushed over and said: "Tingting, the weather forecast says it will rain in the afternoon, please bring an umbrella." I said impatiently: " Why is it raining? Isn't it a clear and cloudless day?" "But..." My mother wanted to say something, but by this time I had already slammed the door and left. The door slammed shut. I didn't know how the mother on the other side of the door felt, but I didn't want to know either. School is over, accompanied by the crisp ringing of the bell, followed by a heavy downpour. The students left the school one after another. Will my mother come to pick me up? I stood there at a loss, looking at the school gate. I hoped that the familiar figure would appear, but it didn't. Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name. When I turned around, I saw that it was my mother. I ran towards my mother at a sprint speed of 100 meters, but standing in front of my mother, I was stunned. What kind of eyes were those. In the wind, he looked so pale, with wrinkles spreading everywhere. Time seemed to stop, and my mother's eyes were reflected in my eyes. I smiled and said to my mother: "Mom, your eyes are so beautiful."

The years pass by quietly inadvertently, don't always think about the distant scenery and rush on. Occasionally stop and look at your parents behind you, and family affection will overflow inadvertently.