A mother's love is

A mother's love is like a sailboat, leading us to sail in the vast and boundless sea; A mother's love is like air, let us live; A mother's love is like a pot of clear water in the desert, taking us out of sight of the edge. The desert... In a word, a mother's love is to direct us to the path of glory. For as long as I can remember, nine times out of ten of my memories are of my mother's love and care for me. I still remember when I was in primary school, because I was playing with my classmates, I accidentally broke the skin on my head. After my mother learned the news, she rushed to the school infirmary and kept asking me about my situation. The teacher in the infirmary hurriedly told her mother: "Nothing, just some skin on the head, nothing serious." Mother listened to the teacher's words, the heart is much surer. Before long, my mother began to ask me questions, afraid that something had happened to me. When I went home, my mother also blamed the classmate who let me break the skin on my head. After returning home, my mother was still a little worried, and dragged me to the hospital clinic to see. Only after the doctor confirmed that I was okay did my mother calm down. When I went to sleep at night, my mother was afraid that I would get a wound, so she gave me a hood, and she accompanied me by my side until I fell asleep, which did not leave. "Motherly love" these two sparkling words, lead me to the front. A mother's love is priceless, I love my mother, because my mother also loves me.A mother's love is like a clear spring water, flowing through the hearts of her children, a mother's love is like a ray of warm sunshine, shining in the hearts of her children, a mother's love is like a towering tree, deeply rooted in the hearts of her children..... I have one who cares about my studies. Mother, she is always strict with me in study. I remember one time, I did badly in an exam. When my mother came home, I quickly asked her to help me analyze the test paper. Without saying a word, she threw the roll of paper into the corner and shouted at me: "How did you do so badly in the exam?" How did you learn? Or a good student! Usually the teacher talked about the title of what should be wrong? Aych! The child!" My heart is very do not understand, how can mother make so much anger today? Usually I test again poor, she is patient to explain the paper to me, never criticized me! After dinner in the evening, my mother said to me, "My son, mother is wrong. Check it out. I was very tired today, and when I got home and saw your unsatisfactory results, of course, I was very upset. Please understand me, mother criticizes you also want you to make progress!" After that, my mother picked up the roll of paper and helped me carefully analyze each question. Aaargh! What a strong maternal love! I now understand how much my mother loves and cares for me. That's true, and so are all mothers in the world. A mother's love may be a small action, perhaps a thoughtful word, perhaps a moving example, perhaps the strict requirements of life... .... All in all, a mother's love is great!Shengjiaba this rural street town in the morning, fresh and quiet, but every market day, the situation is very different. First selling steamed bread vendor's shout, with a slightly muffled voice woke up the market's sound dream, and then floated to "Dou Hua --! Bean flower! Fresh tofu flowers --!" The sound of selling, the sound is unhurried, there is no Yang, always maintain a fixed mode, like Guo Lanying singing Nanniwan, even after the vicissitudes of life also maintain her unique charm. - This is the prelude to the morning in Street town. Gradually, the cries of more up, what sell soy milk, sell pancakes, sell bread buns, miscellaneous, mixed with the creak of vehicles, car bells, the whole street town began to boil up. I walked in the market, looking left and right, all kinds of street commodities made me dizzying, there are selling vegetables, selling fruit, selling seafood, and selling small toys, selling medicinal materials, selling clothing, everything should be, everything. They push the small three wheels to come in the morning, pushing the hope, pushing the small three wheels to go in the evening, and returning full of joy, forming a group of flowing scenery in this street town, increasing the color of town life. Starting from the second half of 20xx, the financial storm swept the world, and this mountain village town was not much affected, I suspect that these vendors played an irreplaceable role. Of all the vendors, the most interesting. To sell the barbecue sister, she is beautiful and smart, with quite a graceful posture to push the beautiful "good day snack car" shouted: "roast - taro! Two -- a dollar!" The voice was elegant and attractive. Why don't you say 50 cents a pop? I was curious to ask, but she gave me a mysterious smile: "This is a secret!" I took a dollar to buy two taro, in her Shouting to eat into the boiling street. Chewing the delicious barbecue flavor, looking at the dazzling goods, I forgot to try to figure out the "secret" of sister-in-law, perhaps life itself is a mystery, let you try to understand. What I can't fathom in front of me is the whole life of these street people.