Motherly love, anything is a magic also can not resist the power of the soul of our pillars of every person. Mother, the soul of our Harbor. As Bingxin said: Mother, ah, you are a lotus leaf, I Honglian heart to the wind and rain, with the exception of you, who is under the blue sky shading I?
My mother is an ordinary secondary school teachers, with the world, like all mothers, she poured her love for all in me. When I was small, I always can not understand paying for my mother, I am self-willed, mischievous, often making her angry. Motherly love, like a dust, in my mind is so insignificant.
With age, I began to know, for my mother to do everything are full of boundless love her.
Although the advent of spring, can winter figure has not gone. Is the so-called "cold chilly" it, or very cold weather. Born bad and I move too lazy often move house, so after a day on home, I like the shoe side of the ice are similar, there is no perception of cold feet.
At this time, her mother's hand on my warm become. Finished legs, hot mom into bed, I feel warmth coming off, not to live up to the foot or the like like, frozen to the extreme.
Mother "was a calamity," because I am tall high long legs will accidentally run into her mother. Meng's mother will always make a chill. Then my mother would blame me a few: "the activities of school activities to more than you can see, a big ice feet."
Complain complain to the mother, as always, with her warm hands firmly grip my two "ice." I was flying warmth came from the feet. Such as warming, my foot a little something, my mother put my foot close to her stomach and rubbed his hand back and forth to my , the instep. I was lying comfortably, the feelings of a mother's soft, smooth, warm touch of hand, unwittingly entered the sweet dreams.
Almost every cold nights, I can enjoy the caress from the foot. I am accustomed to the warmth of the moment, even to the day my mother did not cover my legs, rubbing feet, I find it difficult to fall asleep.
In fact, more than a decade of years, when I was not enjoying her mother's love?
The table, holding my favorite dishes to my bowl and told me to eat is my mother;
Sorry injured when a large hand warmer my back to comfort me, is the mother;
Successful, a thumbs-up tilt in front of me, encouraged me is my mother!