My mother's front description and side description composition.

1.500 words to describe my mother's composition from the front and side. My mother has short black hair, arch eyebrows, big eyes, a gentle mouth and a pair of glasses on her high nose.

My mother is not only conscientious about her work, but also particularly concerned about my study and life. In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood.

I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress. I usually live in my grandmother's house and I can't see my mother until Saturday and Sunday.

Every Sunday, after I finish writing the composition assigned by the teacher, my mother always reads it carefully and corrects the sick sentences wholeheartedly with me. After correcting the composition, my mother found me some similar compositions, and explained to me while reading, which parts of this composition are worth learning, which parts are well written and which parts are not well written in combination with my composition.

My mother not only cares about my study, but also pays special attention to my life.

2. Hard-working mother's composition (with front description and side description) 600 words My mother is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, with silky black hair, oval face, bright eyes, small and exquisite nose and a small cherry mouth below. People say that people with cherry mouths sing well. Although my mother has a small mouth, she always sings out of tune, and eight horses can't come back. Really ugly. She is tone-deaf.

My mother is kind. She was walking on the road, wondering if she was a liar or really needed help. She will generously give them food, clothing, use and sometimes money. 5 12 during the Sichuan earthquake, I cried while watching TV every day, and my eyes were as red as a big peach. She also said that she would take an orphan as a child! My mother is very timid. She is in her thirties. She screamed with fear when she saw a caterpillar. When her father was not at home, she ran to a hotel. There is nothing she can do.

My mother loves beauty very much. She often buys beautiful clothes, expensive wallets and beautiful shoes. The night before, she would be at home thinking about what kind of clothes, shoes and bags to wear the next day, so it was always so beautiful when she came out. However, she has a little spot on her face recently. Every morning and evening, she kept wiping and drawing in front of the mirror, and kept saying in her mouth, "Spot, Spot, disappear!" " "It's ridiculous and sad.

My mother likes to hear compliments. She lets us praise her cooking every day. If we forget, she will say unhappily, "I won't cook for you next time." So now my father and I have to praise each other before eating every day. Another time, my mother and I wore mother-daughter costumes to play badminton. An old man asked, "Are you sisters?" Mother happily replied, "No, we are mother and daughter." In the future, my mother often shows off her youth and beauty with this incident.

My mother works in the power supply bureau. She is conscientious and responsible in her work. Last year, she was named "Top Ten Excellent Service Stars"!

This is my mother, a beautiful, young and conscientious mother.

3. Interesting Mom Composition 400 describes interesting mom and mom in action, psychology, details, front and side. Here I want to say thank you first! Thank you for encouraging me when I failed most; Thank you for comforting me when I was most helpless; Thank you for your kindness to me over the years! I remember I failed in a math contest! I thought you would scold me for making a mistake on the wrong topic, but you didn't blame me at all. Instead, you kindly said to me, "It doesn't matter, even if you fail this exam!" Learn a lesson from this exam. Be sure to work harder next time! Mom believes you can! " Mom, your words gave me courage and confidence. Thank you for your affirmation! Mom, I also want to say sorry to you! Your concern for me has never stopped, but I always say that you don't care enough about me, not enough about me! You have never been stingy with my love, but I always say that you don't love me enough to deserve me! I still remember the day before the exam, I was desperately reviewing for the final exam the next day.

At this time, you came into my room with a cup of hot tea and said kindly, "You are tired of reviewing, have a cup of tea and have a rest!" " ".I don't know why, suddenly have a strange impulse.

So, I said loudly, "There is no time to review. Is there any tea?" I am not thirsty! "So I spilled the nameless fire on you. You were surprised at first, and then said in a friendly tone, "Review well and go to bed early, and you will be full of energy in the exam tomorrow." "

Say that finish gently go out and close the door. I didn't go to bed until eleven that night. I opened the door and found you hovering in front of my door. You tried to come into my room again and again, but you stopped.

I can't sleep at night, and I feel guilty about what happened before. Therefore, I am determined to repay you with excellent results.

But ... I let you down again! Mom, you have paid too much for me,' whoever says grass will have three spring scenery.' I will study hard and repay you in the future.

I will grow up healthily under your care and care! A thousand words can't express my gratitude to you, and colorful can't describe my love for you. I can only say to you: "Mom, I love you in my life!" " " .

My brother My brother is six years old. He has big eyes, a high nose and a pair of dimples when he smiles. He's cute.

My brother usually likes to wear a blue suit. He said that blue is the color of the sky, and he felt that he was in the air, so many of his clothes were blue. Once again, my mother took us to buy clothes. My mother took a fancy to a white skirt and wanted to buy it for my brother.

But my brother insisted on the blue one, and my mother didn't agree. As a result, my brother cried and made noise, and finally my mother had to buy him a blue one. My younger brother is still a naughty boy. Before, he always hid what his mother had just bought and asked her to look for it for a long time before finding it.

Another time, as soon as we got home, we couldn't find our brother. My parents were so anxious that it took us a long time to find him. It turned out that he was playing hide-and-seek in the cupboard and fell asleep inside. Although my brother has many small shortcomings, we still love and like him! For reference only! ! .

5. Write a character composition by combining front description with side description. My mother is the person I am most familiar with.

My mother is of medium height and has short black hair. There are bright eyes on a smiling face.

My mother taught me to be honest from an early age and not to take advantage of others. This happened to me not long ago, and I will never forget it.

At noon that day, I came home from cram school and was exposed to the burning sun. As I walked, I kept fanning the wind with advertising paper, but my sweat kept rolling down.

At this time, I found my mother shopping downstairs. I quickly ran over and said to my mother, "Mom! It's so hot today that I'm dying of heat. I want to buy a popsicle to eat. " My mother said to me, "Come on, I'll take you to buy some popsicles."

Then he picked up his wallet. When I came to the place where I bought popsicles, I chose popsicles. My mother took out a 100 bill from her purse and gave it to her aunt who bought a popsicle. After my aunt found the money, my mother and I didn't count it, so we hurried home.

When I got home, my mother counted the money and said to me, "Hello? No, a * * * is 7 yuan. How can I get 95 yuan back? " Hearing this, I said happily, "Great! People who buy popsicles are very confused, so they go to 2 yuan. Mom, can I have 2 yuan? " My mother glared at me and said angrily, "We should send two more dollars back, and don't covet other people's petty advantages!" " ! Besides, it is not easy for people to sell popsicles. "

Say that finish, my mother braved the scorching sun and returned the 2 yuan money to others. When I was sleeping at night, I was lying in bed, thinking about what happened during the day, and I understood a truth in my heart: to be a man, we should start from bit by bit, and we should not do things that are sorry for others because of the petty advantages in front of us.

This is the person I know best-mother. A kind and honest mother.

6. A short composition of 150 words about maternal love will do. There are positive descriptions and side descriptions. 1. Motherly love accompanied me to grow up. What is the most common love in the world? It's maternal love.

Because she is tiny, maybe it's just a little gesture, maybe it's just a faint reminder, maybe it's just that the umbrella leans slightly to your side when it rains, maybe it's just to remind you to be careful on the road before going to school … and what is the greatest love in the world? It's also maternal love. Because she is always by your side, she never leaves you, no matter how many years, she has always been by your side.

Is this something that ordinary love can do? I am an ordinary third-grade pupil, and I also have the most common and greatest love in the world. My mother cooks breakfast for me early every morning. She gets up early and gluttonously eats until dark, just to give Tintin a good learning environment.

When I made a mistake, she first found her own reasons, criticized me euphemistically, helped me correct my mistakes, and there were countless ancient poems and famous sayings praising maternal love. Meng Jiao wrote in Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. The loving mother sewed clothes for her runaway son with a needle and thread in her hand.

In this poem, the mother's love becomes a dress that is mended in the mother's hand. Small as it is, why isn't that dress the warmest on her son? Hugo said, "A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? " Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." ..... Why do so many celebrities praise their mothers? This is because mothers have a unique love in the world-maternal love.

Ji Bolun said: "The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is' Mom', and the most beautiful call is' Mom'." Yes, maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Let's cherish it and let it grow with me! Two: Motherly love grows with me. Mom, the wind and rain in the sky are coming, the birds are hiding in their nests, and the wind and rain in their hearts are coming. I can only hide in your arms.

-Inscription: I am a seedling, and you are the rain and dew, nourishing the withered heart; I am the grass, and you are the sun, shining on the fertile soil for my growth. Thanks for the morning with dew, you let me know that I grew up in maternal love. In the morning, I just got up after dinner and looked up and saw my mother standing beside me, begging her to accompany me to school.

But what I got was a blunt answer from my mother, and I went by myself. As soon as I went out, tears of injustice swirled in my eyes, and my mother didn't love me as much as she did in elementary school.

When I was a child, my mother always accompanied me to school. Sometimes I pick up a heavy schoolbag, and my mother always says, let me do it. Then I put my schoolbag on her shoulder, and we set out from the morning when the dew was shining. What a pleasant past.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help looking at the grass on the roadside. The crystal dew rolled on the tip of the blade, like a crystal jewel, like a kind eye. What kind of dew! Its body is very small and can be seen everywhere.

Steal in the air during the day and work silently in the dark at night. But on second thought, dew is extraordinary.

As night falls, it nourishes the seedlings, like a loving mother's milk feeding a baby; Whenever dawn comes, it is the first to open its tireless eyes. It dedicated its short life to human beings and didn't ask for anything from the seedlings.

Much like my mother, she cares about me in every way, for fear that I will be hurt a little. When I was a child, I wanted to take things from a height. My mother always came to help me take them down, for fear that it would be unsafe for me to climb high.

I like walking on the grass covered with dew when I go to school in the morning. I'm afraid that when I roll up my trouser legs, my mother will kneel down and say, "I'll do it." Then carefully help me pull up my pants.

Love flows like a warm current in my childhood memory. When she grew up, my mother always said, "Let him go."

Once I met a math problem, I wanted to ask my father, "He thinks for himself." My mother's voice pulled me to the table again, and I finally did it. On the way to school, without my mother's company, she will always say that you are a junior high school student and you should learn to stand on your own feet.

Ah, I see, this is maternal love. Bing Xin said: Love is on the left, but love is on the right. Walking on both sides of the road of life, sowing seeds and flowering at any time, will decorate this path with flowers for a long time, so that pedestrians who wear flowers and brush leaves will not feel pain, tears will not fall, but they will not be sad.

Sometimes growing up is not complicated, sometimes I take a big step in my mind in an instant, and that morning with dew makes me grow up in maternal love. Three: Motherly love grows with me. "One day, her feathered clothes disappeared, and she became coarse cloth from the world-she had decided to be a mother."

This is a sentence in the essay "Mother's Feather" by Taiwan Province woman writer Zhang Xiaofeng. Every time I read this, I think of my mother who took care of me since I was a child.

It's very cold in a cold room. My hands and feet are always cold when I sleep with my mother. My hands and feet always reach into my mother's bed and touch her warm skin coldly. My mother is often awakened.

"Your hands and feet are so cold, I'll lick them for you." When I am sleepy, I will say impatiently, "No, no, leave me alone."

But the hands and feet still depend on the mother. My home is far from school, so I have to rush out of my house early to squeeze the bus. I just eat breakfast casually, and I get hungry in the third class in the morning.

My stomach is growling and I can't listen well in class. My mother always says "get up early tomorrow", but in the morning, my mother still can't bear to wake me up early from bed. Therefore, every time I have the first class, my mother, who is a teacher in a school with me, will send me something to eat by herself or others.

It seems that I am the only one in the class who has this convenience. Some classmates will envy me, but I feel like a child who hasn't grown up and lost face. Until one day I finally couldn't help it and lost my temper with my mother: "I'm not hungry, so don't send me any more meals."

Hearing this, my mother stood at the door of my classroom, with food in her hand, without saying a word. Looking at my mother's embarrassment, at that moment, I felt that I broke her heart.

My mother hasn't sent me food since. My mother told me that I was hungry, so I went to her office to get it myself.

I haven't eaten anything at my mother's house for several days. But my willfulness is no match for hunger. I sneaked into my mother's office that day on an excuse.

My mother asked me, "Are you hungry?" Me.

7. The composition describing the front and the composition describing the side are all autumn colors. "Autumn wind with autumn rain, cool night. It is whistling and the leaves are dancing. " Yes! Autumn wind is blowing, autumn rain is over, and autumn mother is busy putting golden clothes on the tree.

Climb high and see far, just like a vast "sea of gold", the autumn wind sweeps away, leaves fall in succession, and some dance like butterflies; Some fly like orioles; Some people spin lightly like dancers.

The fallen leaves on the ground are like a thick golden blanket. Autumn is not as vibrant as spring when flowers are in full bloom, but it is not as vibrant as summer when trees are shaded. But it attracts people with attractive autumn colors and golden fruits.

I love the bright moon in autumn; Love to see the beautiful autumn chrysanthemums in Yingze Park; Love to watch the uniform geese fly south; Love to see the clear Fenhe River reflecting the blue sky; I prefer to see pearl-like grains piled up in the granary and heavy apples covered with branches. In autumn, chrysanthemums stand upright against the wind, graceful and proud.

There are red, white, yellow, purple and pink.

Colorful, make autumn look beautiful. There is not such a saying that "chrysanthemum is not preferred among flowers, and this flower is even more flowerless."

In autumn, towering mountains are covered with red leaves, which are like flames and sunset clouds, and seem to disdain cold and autumn. It's really "frosty leaves are redder than February flowers". How can this beautiful autumn color not be liked? When we enter autumn, the ears of rice, sunflowers, apples, grapes, corn and sorghum are all ripe, and the beautiful wild chrysanthemums also fragrant the narrow paths in the fields.

The ears of rice are ripe, and the golden face is like beautiful gold, shining in the sun. When sunflowers are ripe, they all bow their heads as if they were walking with their backs bent.

The apples were cooled by the autumn wind, and everyone put on a red cotton-padded jacket, as if red lanterns were hung on every branch. Cut off every branch.

Grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, as if grapes were also cooled by the autumn wind, and they were all covered with a purple robe, just like beautiful purple pearls. How beautiful these strings are! Corn happily holds the red tassel, as if forgetting the troubles of a summer. Sorghum blushed and smiled as if she had been praised by others.

Wild chrysanthemums are also very fragrant in autumn. I walked on the narrow path in the field and gently smelled the fragrance of wild chrysanthemum, which was as beautiful as roses, honeysuckle, morning glory and cactus flowers. Autumn, there are golden ears of rice, autumn, there are golden ears of rice, shiny sunflowers, red apples, purple grapes, yellow corn, red sorghum, so beautiful! Ah! How colorful autumn is! How glorious you are! How noble you are! You are not only a beautiful season, but also a harvest season.

I want to thank autumn, because autumn brings us food and fills the world with beauty. Ah! How wonderful you are in autumn! Today is the sunset. After dinner, my friends and I are playing in the yard. We played for a while. When we are tired of playing, we lie on the soft beach and look at the sky. Suddenly, a sunset glow floated into my sight. I looked around and saw more sunsets. I looked at it carefully and found that it was like many things.

Some sunset clouds are like an old hen, the chicks are covered with yellow feathers, and the sunset clouds behind them are like a vicious dog. Suddenly, the hen turned and pecked the evil dog and drove it away. Some sunset clouds are like a dozen horses. They fly on the Yuan Ye and seem to run faster than anyone else. After a while, a horse crossed the finish line first. It is the strong in the group and the leader in the group. I think in life, no matter what you do, you must strive to be the first and not lag behind others.

Some sunset clouds are like children playing together. They sometimes swim in the river. Sometimes picking up stones by the river; Sometimes they wrestle in the shade, sometimes they pick fruit on the tree ... they have a good time. The sunset glow is so beautiful that I didn't notice it before! In the early morning, in grandpa's yard, a silvery birdsong awakened the sleeping earth.

I opened my blindfolded eyes, put on my clothes and went to grandpa's farmhouse. I looked up at the sky. The sky in the east was a fish-belly white, and the small courtyard gradually became active against the rising sun.

Look, the rooster held his head high, straightened his chest, strode up the courtyard wall and shouted "wow, wow"; Birds stand in the treetops, chirping like happy notes; The smoke from the chimney is very warm. I think grandma must have started cooking. After breakfast, the sun has risen very high.

The yard suddenly lit up. Peony, rose, Clivia ..... one by one to meet the sunshine and compete to open.

Peony blooms brilliantly, one by one like the bright smiling faces of children. Red, yellow and pink roses are dancing in the breeze, just like a graceful girl.

Clivia is in full bloom in the corner, but it doesn't make public, as if to show its gentlemanly demeanor. There is an apricot tree in the middle of the yard, which looks so tall and straight among the flowers. It stretches the notes hard.

On the branch, the small oval leaves are green. Pushing away the dense leaves, I also saw small apricots, like beating little hearts, showing us its exuberant vitality.

What surprised me even more was that a small drop of water hung on each tip of a clump of bamboo at the gate of the yard. I asked grandpa why every bamboo leaf was hung with crystal dew.

Grandpa told me that bamboo absorbs water as much as possible at night to meet the needs of growth until it reaches the tip of the leaf. I suddenly realized that this thick green color is the embodiment of its vitality.

Time gradually arrived at noon, and in the moist earthy atmosphere, I smelled a burst of fragrant fragrance. Looking up, it turned out to be floating down from the locust tree outside the yard.

Bloom, a white tree, is full of branches, like a silver hill. It's really "like the spring breeze, thousands of trees bloom at night"! The buzz of bees adds vitality to the yard.

This is grandpa's yard, a vibrant yard! Look carefully! This is 4 articles! Don't speculate.

Students, I like rainy days. Do you prefer sunny or rainy days? If I say I like rainy days, then I think many people will say, "Are you crazy? This kind of question is also asked! What is good about rainy days? It is wet everywhere. How inconvenient it is to go out? " Yes, rainy days are not good, but I still hope it rains every day.

My father gave it to me. My father is the stationmaster of the town forestry station. He has nothing to do on weekdays, reading newspapers and drinking tea.

But several forest fires since last year have completely disrupted my father's life. Besides, my father seems to be neurotic. As soon as he hears the phone, he will jump out of his chair.

We all make fun of dad. Laughing at him is a bit of a fuss. Dad admitted that he was too nervous! But if * * * rings again, dad will jump up again.

Hey! Who can blame this? Isn't it the fault of those who use fire casually in the wild? I remember once, the whole family ate together, chatted for a while and then went back to their rooms to sleep. I don't know how long it took, but that urgent phone call pulled me out of my dream. I vaguely heard the sound of someone coming downstairs, then the door opened, the door closed and the motorcycle motor.

Soon, everything was calm again, and I had another sweet dream ... I woke up the next morning and found that only my mother was cooking breakfast in the kitchen. Hey, why don't you see dad? On weekdays, who gets up first is dad? But today ... I can't help asking, "Mom, where's Dad?" Mother said softly, "Your father went to put out the fire again last night. He didn't come back until four o'clock in the morning and was still sleeping.

Keep your voice down and let your father sleep more! ""Oh, no wonder, I heard someone go downstairs last night. I thought it was a dream! " "By the way, where is the fire?" "Dongshan village! It seems that a local villager burns ash in the mountains to make fertilizer during the day and still burns it at night. Besides, the mountains are really dry these days, and the flames burn when the wind blows. Fortunately, I found that the rescue was early, and then it was really unimaginable! " Mother said earnestly.

After a while, my father came downstairs. I was surprised to find that my father lost an eyebrow and a bunch of hair in front of him, as if he had been bitten by a mouse. This must be a souvenir of last night's fire fighting! Looking at my father's funny appearance, I laughed until tears came out. But dad still doesn't know what I'm laughing at. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and said hoarsely, "Silly boy, what's the happy event in the early morning!" " ""Of course there are happy events. We have a single-browed warrior in our family, haha! "... but to my surprise, in the days after that, my father was seldom as energetic as before. From time to time, I find that he is missing a few locks of hair or holes in his clothes, but it is often on sunny days.

Students, do you understand why I like rainy days now? Here, I sincerely appeal to you to pay attention to the use of fire in the wild for the happiness of thousands of families in Qian Qian.

9. Junior high school composition with positive description and profile description My father is a northerner out and out. He has a tall and burly figure of a northern man, clear lines and a unique tough spirit. In my heart, father is like a pine tree. Whether the sun is like fire or it is raining and snowing, he is so tall and unyielding. His broad shoulders and strong hands will always be my most reliable and strong backing.

Father is a real man! I once secretly wrote in my diary. According to my mother, my father seldom cries. At that time, my teenage father went to the remote rural area of Inner Mongolia alone. It was a long yellow sand, and he had no friends. No matter how difficult it is, my father never shed tears. My father had an accident and was badly injured in more than a dozen places. The pain is unbearable, and he can't sleep at night. Father never said a word "pain" and never let out a cry, but he stood up silently and firmly. As long as I can remember, my father has only cried three times.

The first time was when I was a child. I got "appendicitis" and went to the hospital because of exercise after meals. It was the Spring Festival, and the doctors were not there, so the operation could not be done in time. I rolled in bed in pain, and my father contacted doctors everywhere and finally sent me to the operating room. With a burst of pain, I woke up slowly and saw my father's bloodshot eyes and slightly wrinkled skin on both sides of his nose. I know my father is crying. When I was young, I couldn't help shivering. I never thought that my strong father would cry, and it was for me. My nose was sour and tears filled my eyes. While my father gently wiped away my tears, I deeply understood that no matter how strong my father's heart is, I will always be the softest part and his achilles heel.

The second time was four years ago, when my grandmother was critically ill and my father stayed at the bedside all night. The next day, when the doctor covered my grandmother's face with brand-new white sheets, I saw my father's tears for the first time in my life. Tears rolled down instantly and covered my face with wrinkles and freckles. Mother and son love each other deeply, and blood is thicker than water. I felt the pain in my father's heart.

Another time, it was for my mother. It was a very accidental conversation, and I showed my dissatisfaction with my mother's harsh words. While my father comforted me, he also listed my mother's goodness. I didn't know that my words touched my father's heart. He said, your mother's life is not easy! Tears-I really saw them-swirled in my eyes. He added softly, "We must be kind to her." I will never forget this sentence in my life. My inarticulate father expressed his feelings in the most plain language, which is clearly a caring love.

Father's tears are not easy to move, and no hardship or storm can destroy his strong will. Only affection and love can make me feel my father's delicacy and gentleness. Father's three tears are for the three most important people in his life-mother, wife and daughter.

10. The composition describing the characters has a front description and a side description (similar to the brush Li). From then on, I am no longer indifferent. "Oh, the weather forecast says there will be little to medium snow today. Please be careful not to catch a cold.

At school, I am no better than at home. If I catch a cold, I must take care of myself. "Mom told me as she put things down.

I nodded, looked at my mother impatiently and scolded her for being wordy. Mom obviously realized, smiled and touched my head, turned around and walked out of the car.

Just as the car was about to start, my mother suddenly turned around, threw a pack of things in a panic and stumbled out of the car. When the bus left, I turned around, and my mother was still standing in the same place, waving to me.

The wind outside is very strong, and my mother's beautiful hairstyle is also deformed and rolled with the wind. My heart can't help twitching.

I quickly turned my face and silently opened what my mother had just put down. Oh, this is a scarf. I rummaged through it and found a pair of gloves.

I picked up my gloves, but a small piece of paper slipped out of them. Mother's beautiful handwriting comes into view-it's cold, pay attention to your health. Mom's words are like a ray of sunshine in that spring day, which makes me warm all over.

I hold my gloves, and my heart is filled with emotion. I looked up, my vision blurred, and I saw a scene with my mother: I was sitting under the desk lamp, doing my homework, and my mother suddenly came over and sat next to me. I looked up and found that she was looking at me affectionately.

After a long silence, my mother suddenly said, "Are you cold? I'll get you an electric heater! " "I am busy nodded. After a while, my mother came, with a red bag in her hand and an electric heater in her right hand.

I was about to take off my shoes, but my mother beat me to it. She carefully helped me take off my shoes and put them on the electric heater. Then he handed me the parcel: "Take it! I sewed a hot water bottle in it to facilitate your homework.

It shouldn't be cold. "Then my mother walked away happily.

I was in tears when I remembered the scene at that time. Looking out of the window, the cold wind swept the earth crazily, and the pedestrians on the road staggered.

I put on my mother's knitted gloves and felt warm all over. Because of my mother's love, I am no longer cold this winter.