我的母亲 My mother_1750字
She moistens my heart like a fountain of fresh water. She, like a lamp, lightens my way. She, like a cold wind, wiped the sweat off my forehead. She was my mother.
It drizzled in the 18th hour after the accident. She came in from outside the ward with a piece of ice cream in her hand and I tasted it. Well, this time the ice cream is not very sweet. Then she put her luggage in front of me, her eyes red, her eyes swollen, and a tear mark that could tell she was crying. Suddenly, she invited her grandparents away and hugged me and cried, "my son I thought... I...... I'll never see you again. You know how Concerned about it... At the beginning... I shouldn't Stay home and Go to guangzhou to work with your father It was not because she came back, but because it was the first time she had cried in my memory. Then, symbolically, I cried too, but I will never forget the glum look in the next bed: isn't it a broken foot? Does it have to be like a farewell to life?
Although it was awkward at that time, she stayed with me for a full month, which was the longest time she had ever lived at home. She worked hard for me every day, and she was waiting for me, waiting for me to get better
She was angry with
That afternoon, a thin layer of mist enveloped the town, and she rushed in through the door of her classmate's house. , after all, is caught, she with one hand holding the waist, burning my head with one hand, with the animal roars at fellow players work, said: "you this conscienceless, good at home waiting for you at two o 'clock, what time?" To fight her war day I had to follow her back, returned home after I looked at the time to find the original already 5 o 'clock, and look at the golden sun has put up half the sky outside the window the with gold and, of course, also hurt my eyes and my conscience. Then my mother scolded by the swept over to me, then again then SuoSuo said a lot of words: "you don't play forget, not that I don't let you go out to play, but because you play forget easily, so easily out of danger... 'my head was buried,' she said.
She wait for me
In the quiet night, I take lessons in school, she always in throughout the window waiting for me, after 3 hours, I finished the tutorial, I rushed into her arms, and looked at her blue cold face, tears unconsciously flow down, but she said: "do you want to eat a sweet potato skins" I couldn't restrain wail aloud to weep aloud, let she touched my head.
Sensitive and long-winded, but kind and patient, she has been waiting for me, when I come back, when I understand, when I grow up, this is my mother.