The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "Yes, my mother's love, like sunshine, has always warmed me.

A subtle action, a warm word, and a caring look will always bring back memories of the past. ...

One day, I was lying in bed, and it shone into my room, as if it was another good start. When I got up, I saw the busy back. "Mom, I'm going to school." I said, "Wait a minute, take this with you." My mother smiled and stuffed me with a cup of kudingcha. I looked at her doubtfully and asked, "Why do I need this?" I'm not sick. I'm fine. "The temperature is high these days. Drink more tea to prevent heatstroke. My mother caressed my head and said. I looked at the tea in my hand and smiled happily at my mother. Walking on the road, I met Ding. " Hey, what's in your hand? "The classmate asked doubtfully. My mother gave me kudingcha. ""Ah ... Kudingcha, so bitter, aren't you afraid? " Listening to my classmates' narration, I stared at the tea in my hand with concern.

When I got to school, I opened the lid of the cup and smelled the cool fragrance. There is a small green leaf floating on it in the cup, and the fragrance is very gentle. I can't help but want to drink the tea at once, but I hesitate at the thought of the bitter taste of Kuding tea.

Looking out of the window, I was in a daze quietly. For a long time, a ray of dazzling sunshine passed through my eyes. I paused and looked at the leaves in the cup, still floating. I picked up the cup and slowly moved it to my mouth. After the cup reached my mouth, I took a sip of my lips carefully. To my surprise, Kuding tea is not bitter, but a little sweet. Suddenly, my heart is so warm, so warm. ...

Soon, I came home and went to my mother with a cup. I wanted to ask my mother how sweet tea is, but I found the answer unexpectedly. It turned out that my mother was pouring Kuding tea into the cup, then pouring hot water into it and soaking the tea. Soon, a faint bitterness floated out. I suddenly feel uncomfortable with my nose. The smell really stung my nose, but later, I saw my mother pour tea into another cup. I walked over and saw sweet sugar in the cup. My eyes are fixed on my mother. "Mom, no wonder I don't have bitter taste when I drink tea. So you added sugar. " I can't help but say. Mom smiled and said, "silly child, how can mom make you drink bitter tea?" I smiled.

A cup of faint kudingcha reminds me of my love and gratitude to my mother. It is that trivial detail that makes my life happier and happier. ...