A witness to growth

What is a mother's love like? Like a gurgling spring; What is a mother's love like? Like a bird soaring in the sky; What is a mother's love like? Like winter cotton-padded jacket. It was a winter morning. I was outside alone, dancing like a butterfly, but seemed to forget how cold it was. Suddenly, I was amazed by what happened next. My mother screamed at me like a tiger, "What are you doing, Han Yu? It's so cold and you're wearing so little. I pursed my lips as if I didn't like it. However, later my mother gave me a cotton-padded jacket from home, kindly said: "Han Yu, obedient, put on the cotton-padded jacket, dancing from the outside." "All right," I said gently. Mother kind to me put on a cotton-padded jacket, I smiled to my mother, mother also kind to me smile. After a while, something bad happened, when I was dancing, I accidentally sprained my foot, I fell to the ground, crying like a Wolf, my mother ran over like a cheetah, worried and said: "Han Yu, my girl ah, you are so careless, does it hurt?" I hummed and hummed. Say, "It hurts." Mother gently helped me back home, I sat on the kang, shouted: "good pain ah, mother, I am good pain ah." After nearly a month, my leg was much better and I went out at one time. See the blue sky there are a few white clouds some like lively lovely rabbit; Some like the forest lively monkeys; Some are like descendants of the dragon. High up in the trees, there are a few happy birds, chattering discussion, as if to talk about the flight to see the good scenery. I went out and saw the wide path on the road. At this time, I not only thought of these, but also thought of maternal love. At this time I know how great the mother's love is, that is how high the day is how thick, a mother's love is how deep.

Love's temper is like a naughty elf, up and down, left and right, so that our mood has become up and down, while crying, while laughing. My mother's body is a little chubby, with a chubby face, really just right. Oval face has some pimples, father gave mother a nickname beautiful bubble. Once when the lights were changed at home, the ceiling around the lights cracked open. I carried my schoolbag far away from the cracked place to do my homework. Suddenly, I wanted to go to the bathroom. I got up and walked to the bathroom. At this point, my mother stood up and stroked my back to send me off. I mumbled in my heart: I am so adult, on a toilet also send, make with an elderly old woman like 'after the toilet, I stood at the door of the toilet, with confused eyes looked at my mother: mom, I have 12 years old, not 2 years old! Do you have to walk me to the bathroom? Oh, you don't know? You're the one with the most money in the world. My mother gently ran her hand over my braid. Suddenly I felt some small particles of stone fall and kiss my shoulder. Accidentally looked up, my God! A piece of the ceiling was crumbling. Suddenly my body from top to bottom are frozen, cool flow all over the body, hand trembling tremble tremble, call mother look up. Come on! Mother took my hand, but my feet as if filled with lead, how also can not open, staring at the ceiling is about to fall. Just in time, my mother ran over and bent down, protecting me like a big umbrella. The ceiling came crashing down. Luckily it was a ceiling, not a rock, and mom wasn't hurt, just a bun on her head. Crying tears soaked the skirt, I went to the bathroom to wipe the face and wipe, only dare to come out, see the ceiling and sitting there mother, tears quietly poured out. Love, like air, where there are their figure, bed, bag, pen box love, is the witness of our growth.