The furthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. Mom, I love you. Maybe I'm not good at expressing, but I love you. Because of the bright red. I keep this love in my heart. I remember that time, the afternoon sunshine was particularly warm. Warm sunshine, through the dense leaves, fell and became golden dots. I came to a poetic place with my friends. Green grass, with the continuous ups and downs of the terrain, reaches the sky, like a thick carpet on the ground. We lay on the carpet and looked at the blue sky. It's so happy to listen to the crisp songs of birds. But it didn't last long, and it didn't take long to get more. My partner dragged me into a meadow. At first, I felt nothing. We were there to observe every move of these little creatures. Full of laughter. As time went by, it was getting dark. I know I'm going home, sometimes I really don't want to. But in the end, I was tired of playing and dragged myself home. On the way home, I felt the back of my hand itchy and a little stinging. I don't know what happened. I think it must have been bitten by some bug. But as soon as I got home, I told my mother. She grabbed my hand and told me there was a thorn. My hair stands on end after listening to it. Because growing up, I was afraid to choose with physical objects, but I will do the same this time. I cried and told my mother not to choose. But she would never agree. Mother carefully took out the stitches for me with her delicate and slightly wrinkled hands. "Does it hurt?" Mom asked me. I frown slightly every time. She always asks this question. "ah!" I heard my mother give a cry. I gave up on me and ran to find my mother. My mother's hand is bleeding, so I asked my mother not to choose. But she did not stop. She is still picking carefully, and her expression is so focused and meticulous. I don't know how long it took, but my mother's hands were covered with that dazzling blood. I still can't forget that scene. Behind that bright red is the greatest thing in the world. Although childhood memories have passed. But I saw what you did to me. Although I have never expressed my love to you, I have always hidden it in my heart, in the deepest part of my heart.