mother

I am still you.

Young trees planted in spring

Naje

Green is in your heart

This poem is really well written. How much has my mother done for us? My mother's back is reflected in my heart and in my mind. How many times I silently looked back at her back, it echoed in my heart for a long time and could not be erased for a long time. ...

Like other children, I used to resent my mother's bondage. In my eyes, my mother is always nagging and unreasonable. Up to now, I still don't understand how this kind of * * * song between children came into being. In fact, in our own hearts, we all know what maternal love is. Every day when I leave home, my mother's exhortation always rings behind me: "Be careful on the road, do you have a key?" If I forget something in the morning and call home, she will send it to me soon. Every night, she will accompany me to do my homework late into the night to test what I learn every day. These dribs and drabs, although only dribs and drabs, will move me when they accumulate.

However, perhaps the so-called adolescent rebellious mentality is at work. Every time I am obviously moved, I often say something that doesn't matter, showing my disdain for that love. I grew up with my mother's selfless love. But I don't know why, I am always ashamed to say "I love you, Mom". I have always felt that family ties are innate and do not need to be managed. Therefore, I always ignore the important communication with my mother and dear.

Until that day, I realized that love is silent, but its power is often extraordinary. I told my mother that I wanted to buy what I needed. Unexpectedly, my mother quickly agreed to take me to the supermarket to choose the things and books I needed. Spent a lot of money. What my mother did surprised me. My mother usually makes a fortune by saving money, but I spend it lavishly. Is it worth it? Not worth it!

As soon as my heart warms up, I think of what I did on weekdays, and then I feel ashamed and ashamed when I look at this figure without complaint. What makes her so generous, and what makes her so willing to give? Is this a family? It seems that I am still naive and think that I have grown up, but I don't know anything.

I remember once, when I went to the "labor base", my mother kept watching me until I got on the bus, and kept telling me about how much great maternal love it contained. The bus left, my mother left, and my back appeared in front of me. My mother is still worried about me, still worried about me.

Motherly love doesn't need to be expressed in too many words, but it needs to be understood slowly with heart.

Back, back, you are the driving force that inspires me to study. I will never forget you. This is really a beautiful scenery.

Yes, if I were a cloud, my mother would be my eternal sky. If I were a first-class sailboat, my mother would be my constant harbor. If I were a tired swallow, maternal love would be my forever nest.

Mom, I love you, and I love your back more. Because it encourages me to keep moving forward on the bumpy road of study and life.