There is a kind of love that seems meager, but it is very deep, so deep that it makes people move. Only it can explain what greatness is. This kind of love is maternal love. Boredom, attitude towards caring Lock the door tightly. As always, I nestled in the corner of the bookcase and "gnawed" books. "Tuk tuk tuk" who's knocking on the door? I'm seeing something wonderful and I really don't want to be disturbed! No need to guess, it must be my mother again. "What are you doing?" I said something very reluctantly. Although my mother's voice was outside the door, it was still as gentle as ever: "It's time to eat, come out." "Got it!" I'm very impatient. For a moment, a corner of my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by something. Am I being a little cruel to my mother? But soon, I calmed down again. Recently, I find my mother's verbosity more and more annoying. Every day, apart from trivial matters such as getting up early and going to bed early, what else does she talk about? I'm not a three-year-old kid who cares about everything. I really don’t want to endure the barrage of nagging! Complaints and dissatisfaction with my mother came one after another in my mind. well! Compared with the mothers in the book who are willing to lay down their lives for their children, what kind of woman is my mother? Selfish and unreasonable; compared to the lives in the book that are full of ups and downs, but also sweet and warm, how is my life? Without any exciting flavoring, it is destined to be boring... I really wish I could exchange my mother with someone else... I looked back with nostalgia, looked at the closed copy of "One Hundred Mothers That Will Make You Cry", and gave a wry smile. , walked out of the door... throbbing, because of tenderness and care "Ah Qi!" I sneezed and rubbed my nose that had been blocked for a long time. Continue to "depend on each other" with television. "Look, do you have a cold? It's always cold at night. Do you want to go see a doctor?" Mother said, looking thoughtfully at the dark sky outside the window. There were not many stars, only a few scattered stars. The bright light whispers to the bright moon. "It's not a big deal, don't take it to heart if you catch a cold." I responded nonchalantly, muttering: My mother always makes a fuss... "Why don't you always take care of your body?" My mother sighed softly and said nothing. I didn't want to pay attention to it and was still immersed in the ups and downs of the TV series' thrilling plot. Time seemed to pass very long. The mother sitting in the chair had already begun to yawn. "Why don't you go back to sleep? There's no need to watch with me." I noticed my mother's presence and said to her. My mother smiled and said, "I want to see what TV series you like." Silence once again clung to my mother and I in front of the TV. Time was still passing... I stretched and watched for long enough. I was also sleepy, and the upper eyelid versus lower eyelid challenge ended in victory. It is more practical to have a tryst with Duke Zhou. My mother was awakened by the noise I made and slowly stood up. I was a little surprised: "Didn't I tell you to go back to sleep? How can you fall asleep here? How uncomfortable." My mother just smiled lovingly, and the deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes were affected: "Hey, you're done reading, go to sleep. ." I didn't answer, but my heart throbbed inexplicably for a long time... Finally, love made the iceberg melt and the moon shed a clear light. The dark blue sky hinted that it was already late at night. Lying on the bed, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I seemed to be rolling around in a large vat filled with hot water, with a blazing flame underneath, making a slight "chipping" sound from time to time; but I seemed to be lying in a cellar with ice cubes everywhere, and the cold air was overwhelming. Eroding the warmth...it feels so uncomfortable! Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the darkness, looking down at me. How did my mother come to my bedside? She asked gently: "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" I answered her concern with a look of pain on my face and beads of sweat dripping down my forehead. "It must be a fever..." I only heard her mumbling to herself. Then, a rough, calloused but gentle hand touched my forehead, which was quite comfortable. "Ouch!" the mother exclaimed. My forehead must be very hot. "It's so uncomfortable!" I shouted in pain. The feeling of hot and cold becomes more and more obvious. My mother seemed quite calm at the moment: "Come on, let's go to the hospital..." Just like that, I lay on my mother's back, as limp as clothes hanging on a rope. She carried me on her back and walked with difficulty in the cold wind. Who would be without a car! Mother walked very fast. Although it was very cold at night, there were one, two... countless beads of sweat on her forehead that gradually seeped into her thin shirt. The howling wind was so cold that she was completely unaware of it. The hospital is far away. This road seems to never end; my mother's sweat seems to be endless... A blank white jumps into my eyes, and the pungent smell of disinfectant wakes me up from my deep sleep. The hospital has arrived. The doctor said it was just a cold and asked me to rest and get an intravenous drip. So, I lay on the bed. My mother quietly opened the door, walked to my bedside, and handed me a hot burger: "I bought it at the nearby KFC. Eat it." My mother's move seemed like a sharp awl, piercing deeply into my body. The softest corner of my heart. Recalling my complaints and dissatisfaction with my mother, I can’t help but feel pain in my heart! Oh, maternal love, so deep that it’s beyond words.

But I... Who said that only greatness can be performed with great vigor? A little bit of love is the only raw material for sweetness... "Mom." I said to my mother. "What's the matter?" "I love you" Mother turned her head, her face full of joy.

I smiled playfully again, and suddenly felt that my mother's smile was very beautiful, and the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes seemed to have disappeared...