What a pair of feet those were! There were several big cracks, and even the bright red flesh was clearly visible. From then on, I studied even more vigorously, even without taking a break between classes. I secretly vowed to use my own hands to help my mother live a happy old age. Finally, at the end of the semester that year, I received a scholarship of 150 yuan. I took out 10 yuan and walked for half a day on the mountain road to the town to buy a box of anti-cracking cream for my mother. After returning home, I carefully rubbed it on my mother's feet. I wanted to use it to close the cracks in my mother's feet. My mother looked at me and nodded slightly: "Hua'er, you are an adult, you are mature!" This is the first time I have heard the word "mature", but I deeply understand its weight. One cold and windy winter, I received a telegram: "My mother is critically ill, please come home soon." So I rushed home overnight. But it was too late. The mother's cold face showed the last and most beautiful smile. She left me and left me forever. No matter how much I shouted, it was of no avail. My beautiful wishes came to nothing and I could no longer repay my mother. That day, I stood at my mother's grave for a long time. My mother's kind face, gentle smile, and strong eyes appeared in front of me. I picked a small flower and placed it gently on my mother's grave, letting her nestle in my mother's arms on my behalf. Mother, your daughter came to see you again today. Can you hear the call in your daughter’s heart? Your daughter will have the same strength and undying hope for life as you do; your daughter will treat everything more rationally from now on, just like you You are the same as before! The autumn wind blows in the face, and the crops in the fields rise and fall. This is yellow hope, not yellow sadness. I picked up my luggage, looked back at the tomb again, walked out of the rugged hill, and headed toward life and maturity.