Please give me an essay about maternal love. 400-500 words. Urgent! Urgent! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Taste Mother's Love

"Even if I starve to death or freeze to death, I will not go back. I want to prove to you that I am right, it is you who are wrong, it is you... "With such hysterical shouting and a loud bang, the place called home was left behind, becoming a crimson eye-catching memory that appeared on a windy night, so dazzling, So heartbreaking.

I remember that early spring season, just like earlier now, the air was still slightly cool, the branches of the willow trees had just burst into bright yellow buds, and the wheat in the ground had just begun to bloom. Just woke up from the embrace of winter. It was also on such a quiet night that I ran away from home after having a big fight with my mother.

Staying alone in a dim corner of the brightly lit square, letting the neon lights of various colors dim the world into a feasting and feasting scene. Hunger and cold attack each other in my body. I have long forgotten the firm beliefs I had when I rushed out the door in the morning. I want to return to that warm home, eat the food cooked by my mother, and embrace my little dream peacefully. Go to sleep. But the scenes of quarreling with my mother suddenly popped into my mind, and I hesitated.

Just after the New Year, the footsteps of spring set foot on this fertile land. The school has started as usual, with new classes and many new faces. It is self-evident that I am excited. The teacher just asked me to serve as the cultural and sports committee member of our class and lead my classmates to participate in the annual school sports meeting. My heart has already flown to the sports meeting field. I seem to see us winning the championship one after another. The students are cheering and cheering. A sea of ??cheers and shouts returned to the city. After school at noon, when I was walking home, the sky seemed bluer than before; the grass was greener than before; even the big dog I hated the most became much cuter. I flew into the house singing and almost tripped over the broom at the door.

I didn't bother to put down my schoolbag and went straight to the kitchen, "Mom, I want to tell you some good news!" "What is it? It's up to you." Mom remained the same without raising her head. Pick her vegetables. "Our class teacher asked me to be the cultural and sports committee member of our class and lead our classmates to participate in the school sports meeting." "That's good, our Jun'er has become successful. Mom is waiting for you to win the prize. Wait a minute, the food will be ready soon. "I'm not hungry yet. Where's dad? I want to tell him to cheer him up." "Your dad... he... is... lying on the bed." There was an indescribable smell in the voice. . Now that I think about it, the sound was indeed a bit weird, like a tearful sob that was suppressed from making a sound. But I didn't care at that time.

After eating in a hurry, I planned to go to school. As soon as I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered that I forgot one thing. I returned to the room and said, "Mom, the school requires students participating in sports events to wear white sneakers. I would like to buy a pair, okay?" Mom stopped her chopsticks and looked up at me. After coming over for a while, she asked, "Really?" "How much does it cost?" "It's only 45 yuan." I looked at my mother expectantly. After a long time, just when I couldn't wait anymore, my mother said slowly, "Can we not buy other shoes?" Still better than them." A dark cloud suddenly rose in my heart, "Other students have it, and besides, the school has unified requirements and they don't buy what the teacher has to say!" I complained dissatisfied. "My mother put down her chopsticks, stood up and walked to me. She stretched out her hands to straighten the corners of my wrinkled clothes, and then straightened my schoolbag. "Other people have them to wear, but we don't have to wear them. As long as we wear them cleanly, , who can say anything to us? "When I heard this, my heart suddenly flooded, "No, I won't go to school if I don't buy it. "I threw my schoolbag hard on the ground. "Why are you so ignorant, kid? Go to school quickly, you'll be late in a while. quick! "My mother picked up my schoolbag, patted it carefully and handed it to me. I knocked off the handed schoolbag with a wave of my hand, "Whoever wants to go can go! I’m not going anyway! "You...why are you so ignorant?" You don't know..." My mother suddenly stopped talking. I was completely desperate. I rushed out of the door like crazy, freezing my tears and disappointment in the cold wind into a frozen rubbing, which was filled with "I" I feel disappointed and don’t understand my mother.

I have no place to go, and I don’t know where I will go. “Go to the county, maybe I can pick up a job and make a living. "But everything was not lucky. I saw three shops recruiting workers, but they all thought I was too young and didn't dare to apply. I walked aimlessly on the street and walked to a slightly hidden corner of the square. It was too I was tired and squatted down against the wall. My hands were so dirty that I didn't even want to see them. I didn't even take any of the corner tickets I had saved for a long time. Hope, there is no one I can recognize.

I don’t know how this afternoon can pass so long. It seems like centuries have passed. The night is slowly falling, and the lights on the street are falling one by one. When the sun lights up, the air suddenly becomes cold without the warmth of the sun. After all, spring has just arrived.

Staying alone in the dim corner of the brightly lit square, letting the neon glow shine. Various lights turned the world into a feasting scene. Hunger and cold invaded my body. I had long forgotten the firm belief I had when I rushed out the door in the morning. I wanted to go back to that warm home and eat the food my mother had cooked. , I wanted to sleep peacefully with my little dream in my arms, but the scenes of quarrels with my mother suddenly popped into my mind, and I hesitated.

Sometimes, the survival instinct can make people succumb to inner dissatisfaction, and the idea of ????going home still prevails. I moved feebly and walked towards home.

I don’t know how long it took, and I forgot how to move back step by step. In short, the moment I saw my home from a distance, I shed tears. I didn’t know whether it was joy or sadness. The door was closed, so I gently pushed it open and went in. The door was heavier than ever before, as if it had accumulated hundreds of years of history and all the joys and sorrows. There was only a little bit of residual warmth left in the rice covered on the table, but when I touched it, a real warmth instantly surged throughout my body. There was a bowl of water hanging in the bowl. I was really thirsty, so I picked up the bowl and drank it down. Only when I put the bowl back on the table did I realize that there was a note under the bowl: "Jun'er, just come back. The rice will be covered for you on the table. If it's too cold, warm it up before eating. I'm going out. You eat and take a nap, then go to class tomorrow. I asked your teacher for leave today. You must make up for the class when you go. Also, your father accidentally fell while working. My waist is broken, and the doctor said I will have to rest for the next year and a half. Our family relies on your dad, and we have to save some money. Mom doesn’t blame you, you are still young, and you will understand in the future. Don’t hate me. "Mom, okay?" It turns out that my mother has been hiding the fact that my father was injured. It turns out that she has been struggling to maintain the livelihood of the family, and I am so selfish to follow my mother for a pair of sneakers... My tears can no longer be blocked. It kept flowing down, leaving streaks of mottled marks on my face. Those marks were filled with my ignorance and regret.

It was already the next day when I opened my eyes again. The sun rose from the east, illuminating the white sky with its red color. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly found my mother lying on the edge of the bed. She bent sideways and with difficulty in a small area. She was only half covered with a quilt, and her back was still exposed to the cold morning air. It turns out that she couldn't bear to squeeze her son so that he could sleep more peacefully. It turned out that she was afraid of freezing her son and was willing to be frozen. It turned out that she had long forgiven her son for all his ignorant mistakes. Tears filled my eyes again, but I blinked hard to keep them from flowing out, because I wanted to leave the most beautiful smile to her when she just opened her eyes in the morning.

This is the first time I looked at my mother’s face so closely, but I found that I had always held my head high and ignored the most beautiful meaning in the world contained in that simplicity. The beauty of youth has faded away, but it is full of the immersion of time. The shining wrinkles on the forehead bear witness to the journeys along the way. No embellishments, no pretense, just the purest complexion. The white hair on the temples silently showed the ancient adage "Time waits for no one". The sun shone through the window lattice. In the morning glow, my mother smiled, and the sun freely wrapped every strand of her hair tightly. I saw my mother's face shining brightly, shining with kindness, simplicity, and all the peace of being uncontested.

I gently tucked in the quilt and covered my mother, and then I lay down too. I wanted to blend into my mother’s dream, where I was still a little me, lying on my mother’s bed. Sleeping peacefully in my arms, nothing has ever changed, nothing has ever happened.