Mother's love is gazing

Mother's love is an olive. Although it is bitter and hard at first, it becomes sweet and fragrant after a long time. Mother's love is an umbrella. Although it is rough and old, it is It can protect me from the sun and rain; maternal love is a silent gaze, silent but thrilling.

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"There is one most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother." This is my favorite saying since I was a child. It says It understood what was in my heart and explained the greatness of maternal love. But maternal love is also a kind of gaze, staring at the ancient streets.

Mother's love is often revealed from the smallest places in daily life, and it does not require any touching verbal decoration. My mother is just an ordinary country woman. But he has a strong and great heart. She crossed the gap between life and death, but she suffered alone and never said a word in front of us.

The most fearful thing in the world is separation. And what I fear most is my mother’s farewell.

During the college entrance examination, the examination room was set up in the district, and it took more than an hour by car. At that time, we followed the school's arrangements and arrived there one day early. When I left home, it was my mother who gave me one ride after another. It was midday in June, and the sun was scorching. My mother did not hold an umbrella, and the sun was scorching above her head. She walked through the streets and alleys, helping me find a car and stop it. She almost forgot that she was still a patient at this time. Finally, when I got in the car, I waved goodbye to my mother. No matter how much I tried to persuade her to go home quickly, she always smiled and said, "It's okay, don't be nervous when you get there, relax, don't be stressed. Okay." I'll go back." After the car drove far away, I looked back tremblingly at where my mother was standing. At this time, I seemed to see a delicate shadow standing in the shade of the tree, looking towards me. Stare ahead. Oh my God, hasn't my mother left yet? I opened my eyes desperately and tried to look back. My subconscious told me: Yes, that’s right, that’s right, that’s my mother, she’s still there!

After that, the number of times I left home also increased. But every time I always try my best to go when my mother is not at home. Because I couldn't bear to watch my mother staring at her lonely shadow on the street for a long time.

Maternal love is gaze. During my childhood, it gazed at my growth; during my school days, it gazed at me coming home from school at night. Maternal love is gazing, a silent and silent gaze. It cannot be described in words, but it can be felt with the heart and expressed with actions. Mother's love is gaze. She used her love to inspire my sleeping dreams and fighting spirit. Her gaze is the wings for me to fly bravely.