She is old, her face is covered with wrinkles, hair has already had several obvious hair, but unfilial I ignored her love...

If a drop of water can reflect a piece of sunshine, then your love for me is this endless brilliance, the way forward has too much darkness, thank you for your willingness to accompany me to find a little light on the road to dream, give me self-confidence...

Habitually in the afternoon sunshine, lazy sitting by the window desk to listen to the songs I want to hear, little by little remember. "Unable to modify an opponent, bring out the warmth forever in the back, always long-winded always pay attention to do not know how to cherish too guilty..." When I overheard this song, I saw her growing up with me, and I often made her feel angry. Suddenly, a warm stream poured into my heart, and I shed tears.

I vaguely remember when I first learned to ride a bicycle, I was proud of this stumbling block tripped, I tried to get myself up, but still found no help, I cried loudly. Suddenly, an angel appeared in front of me - Mom! She smiled as if the bud were open. "Come on, you can do it. Don't give up." I couldn't get up, but it was because of this mother that I was always dangerously encouraged to "you can do it!"

I remember in the middle school entrance exam that stage, my mood is extremely tormented, I will review every night to almost late at night when quiet, but she is afraid I am lonely every night with me to review until I go to bed she did not leave, she is always in my review when I randomly turn over some books to read, later I know She can't read. She is just to let me not too much pressure, just do not want to give me too much learning burden, thank you, my mother!

The night before the high school entrance examination, she crept to my room and walked softly. She opened the door, very quietly, because she was afraid to disturb me. She smiled, and her tweets were sunny at the moment, but it wasn't until then that I realized that she was old, that the years had taken away her old age, and that only the vicissitudes had been left. She told me, "don't be nervous, child. You can do it! In fact, my dear child, I want to tell you that many years later, when you think about the entrance examination, you will find that it may be a trip, but it only determines who you meet and who you will travel with in the future. This is just a turning point in life. Mom supports you! " I cried, and I held her tightly. She stroked my forehead. I looked at the hands full of calluses and white hair on the temples.

She is old, years unconsciously take away her youth, but she is in my heart, always the most brilliant flower, a flower that never fades...

Mother, you are a red leaf, I am a red lotus, the rain in my heart has come, except you, who is I under the shade of the open sky?

Friends, please do not neglect mother's love. It is selfless and unrequited.