father is the Mountain, the father's love is great, solid and extensive, the mother is the sea, the mother's love to give us warm, honest and delicate. They give us flesh and blood, raise us up, let us know ourselves, know the world, let us become useful to the motherland. Parents love for me among the number of my mother's love for me more like a trickle into my heart.
Last year's winter vacation day, under the goose feather snow, a vast expanse of white, crystal white snow from the clouds in the clouds have been hailed down. I cough from time to time, my mother came to hear the sound. Mother, hurry to carry me straight to the hospital. Snowflakes continue to fly in the cold wind.
My mother wrapped me tightly, for fear that I was cold again. Suddenly, I think my mother breathes more and more rapid, feet every step is very difficult. I let my mother rest for a while, but my mother refused. Gradually, my mother on the forehead off the line of pearls like sweat constantly rolling down. Hospital ah hospital, you usually so close from my home, how today - a scream to interrupt my thoughts - my mother fell. I feel bad to let my mother rest for a while, but my mother pretend nothing.
My mother went back to the hospital. To the hospital, my mother keep next to me, move away! Mom always care about me, I am also very concerned about my mother. Once, my mother is sick, I take the initiative to take housework, feeding mother to take medicine.
These things I vividly, I can not help but think of a poem: mother hand line, wandering body coat - my mother gave me the most meticulous, the most eternal, the last words, the most pure and sincere love! I love my mother, we are happy and happy one!
