Prose describing maternal love

A touch of maternal love in early summer

If I knew that the tears in your eyes buried my innocent outline, how could I make you cry for me?

If I knew there was a mark of my childhood in your pale sideburns, how could I let you pay for me?

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Life is better because of you.

One day in June, the world is full of beauty. Walking in the quiet campus, I came to the bauhinia tree again. Last winter, I was the only one who picked up the fallen flowers and dropped them all over the floor. Walking here today, without the ornament of the whole bauhinia, I became lonely and lonely, without losing my beauty, but I also lost my homesickness.

I have always been a homesick child, and I will feel safe around my relatives. Only when I set foot on the familiar land in my hometown and breathe the fresh air at home will I be practical. At home, I can stay indoors for dozens of days. Even if I have nothing to do, I will be happy to sit on the sofa at home and look at my home that has been with me for many years.

It is said that the child is the mother's intimate little cotton-padded jacket, I stick to your heart, and you hold my feelings. Your arms are the most comfortable harbor. How many times I take off my mask of disguise, how many times I bring my tired body, and how many times I lose my helpless heart. As long as I am in your arms, I can warm my whole world.

There is a boy growing up in my family. With your love and tolerance, I grow into a young face healthily. Two years ago in autumn, I left your side for the first time and came to Zhuhai thousands of miles away alone. The environment here is beautiful but not as warm as home. The air here is fresh, but it doesn't taste like my hometown. The people here are friendly, but they are not comfortable in your arms.

I look back again and again, just to see you again, to see your vicissitudes of life with white hair and blue hair, to see your anxious face, just to engrave you in my heart and think of you again and again at night. I know you're thinking about me. Every time I think of my words and disappointment before I left, I feel as warm as having you around. Fangfei in May, because of you, you are the most beautiful scenery. Because of you, my life is better.

Thank you, every day of my life.

One day twenty years ago, you were pregnant in October and gave birth to a child, which brought me into this world. For 20 years, you raised me through hard work. The rings of the years keep turning and the times change, but I have always been very happy, and you have accompanied me through every day.

Because I am your little boy, I have been loved by you since I was a child. You tolerate my naughty, spoil my carefree. In my childhood memory, you grew up with me like a warm sun. Until now, flying alone without wings is still your most painful memory.

I still remember when I was a child, my family was very poor and I couldn't see meat for a few days. One day, you got up early, took me to the market in the town to sell vegetables in the field, and then bought me pork porridge and meat buns. Then you smiled and watched me eat, and there was almost no rice in your bowl, rice porridge, saying that he was not hungry.

I still remember the day you left home for work, and I was pretending to sleep. It was not until you left that I curled up under the quilt and cried for a long time. I called you, had a safe trip, and cried and nagged you for a long time. Leaving you for the first time is really a torture.

I still remember when I left home, you dragged me to have a long talk, and all the words gurgled with deep maternal love. You ask, will you come back soon? I said, I'll be back soon. Then stop talking, but the tears in the corner of my eyes can't fool me. I missed you deeply before I left.

Many nights, I miss you, your cooking, your sewing, your exhortation and your warmth. Thousands of miles away, have you fallen asleep? How should I properly place this young lady? Thank you, for twenty years, your warmth has accompanied me and made me grow up healthily.

I love you, you are my Mayday.

Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror. Looking at your white hair, I feel that the years are ruthless. It seems that yesterday I was babbling in your arms, but today I see your face is gone. I want to send you a pink carnation. No matter how the years change, you are still my most beautiful mother.

I know you've never been easy in your life. You don't want to recall those old days, but you will still look at the land where you once turned wasteland into fertile land. It was your youth with a lot of sweat and tears, and it was also a life without regrets. Time is ruthless, and time takes away too much. It hurts to see my hair turn white and my face in the mirror lose its luster. We don't talk about the end of time, because it's out of reach, and I just want to be with you all the time.

Mom, you are a flower from tree to tree, full of all our hard work. Time is like water. When the rings of the years leave a mark on you, I can't help looking. I'm afraid the trees will calm down, and the children want to raise them but can't wait. If there is an afterlife, I would like to be your youngest son and continue the unfinished mother-child relationship. When all languages are pale and powerless, I just want to take this simple article to deeply bless you.