As long as I can remember, my mother has been very busy, and we seldom have a chance to sit down and talk. There is not much language between her and her children, but the affection between us is deep. Looking carefully, the mother who was not confused began to be slightly fat, and the white face in her memory no longer existed. Silver hair also vaguely reminds my mother that she is old. I feel inexplicable pain in my heart. Mother sent away her youth bit by bit before I knew it, for me. Although mother can't read, she cares about us. Every day at school, she never forgets to tell me, "There are many cars on the road, so ride slowly." At this time, I will impatiently reply "I know". When I was a child, my mother never let me go out of the city, and I often quarreled with her about this. I came across Liu Yong's You Are My Hostage. He wrote in it: "We are all hostages. As long as we leave our parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, we will seize their hearts and become hostages. " "Everyone who is loved is a hostage, and everyone who is loved is a ransom." "Redeem it to the end and put yourself on it." Perhaps because of this, my mother won't let me go out of town for fear of arousing her worried heart. Mother not only goes to work every day, but also cooks for us when she comes home, and never complains. I remember once, it was very cold that day. My mother brought me hot soup as soon as I got home. When I was busy, she told me to burn it carefully. She said it many times in a row for fear that I didn't hear it clearly. This may seem annoying to ordinary people, but it hides another deep thing. My tears fell in the steaming soup.

Mother herself always scrimps and saves, but it seems to us that she is natural and graceful. Whenever there is something delicious, my mother will always offer it to us. When we refuse to accept it, she will make up some lies to refuse us. Mother has never bought herself a good dress. Sometimes my sister buys her clothes, but she always says it's inappropriate or something. In fact, she is reluctant to spend money. Even if mother is ill, she always sticks to it. I remember when I was a child, I asked my mother why there were so many cracks in the soles of her feet. She just kept smiling and kept silent. I didn't know until I grew up that there was too much love hidden under my mother's feet. Motherly love is always a deep river of love, never less, never far away from children. No matter she is a traditional mother or a modern mother, no matter she is old or young, their love will always watch not far away and accompany us on the road of growth forever.