During my growing years, my mother gave me everything and gave me infinite love. Similarly, it is this kindness that inspires me to keep forging ahead and make constant returns.

One afternoon in the summer when I was 6 years old, just after school, I waited for my mother to pick me up as usual. The weather is particularly sultry, making people breathless. Just as I was anxiously pacing back and forth at the school gate, it suddenly became dark and cloudy. Before I knew it, the rain fell on my forehead, followed by hail, and the teacher hurriedly organized us to return to the classroom.

It is raining harder. Mom suddenly appeared. Mother's hair clung to her gaunt and yellow cheeks. The rain dripped from my mother's face to her chin and slipped silently. Rain overflowed the alley streets and poured into mother's shoes; My mother's summer dress was soaked by the rain ... I clearly saw this scene, and my nose was sour ... I couldn't help it anymore, struggling to get off my mother's back and left by myself. But the more I struggled, the more my mother hugged me. ...