Contradiction is contradiction, and life goes on as usual.
Because of my poor English, my mother helped me find a tutor after class. Although I was reluctant, I reluctantly accepted it in order to improve my grades.
That night, I went to my English teacher's house to make up lessons and didn't leave until after nine o'clock.
When I went downstairs, the cold wind blew violently through the guardrail of the corridor. I couldn't help but tighten my neck and "thump" downstairs against the cold wind. Just out of the security door, suddenly looked up and a figure came into view. It's my mother! I clearly recognized that it was my mother by the dim street lamp. She leaned against the car, hunched her back, turned her back on me, covered her mouth with her hands and breathed straight, perhaps to get more warmth. She looked up at the lights from time to time, but the cold wind was inhuman and she was still fearless. At that time, I forgot the cold on my body, the darkness of the night, and everything. My brain has only my mother! Only mother waited shivering in the cold wind!
Suddenly, my mother turned around and saw me standing in the same place and pushing the car over. Her figure is getting closer and closer, and finally her shadow hangs over me. I was at a loss and asked insincerely, "What are you doing here?" Mother took out a windbreaker from the basket and said with a smile, "I was afraid you would be cold, so I brought a dress." Take you home. "After taking the clothes, I touched her cold and stiff fingers and asked," Why don't you come to my teacher's house? " "Because I'm afraid it will affect your study!" She spoke so naturally that I was speechless at once.
My mother waited in the cold wind for a long time for fear of affecting me!
I had a cold war with my mother for a long time and didn't know how to communicate with her. At that time, I didn't know how to express the various tastes that suddenly surged in my heart. I just put on my clothes and walked home slowly with her. The light cast by the orange street lamp is so warm. I feel guilty at the thought of quarreling again and again and her injured eyes. She's my mother! I was busy "defending" my "independent right", but I neglected that she was the most important person in my life before! She is my dearest person in this world!
The wind is still whistling, but I don't feel the slightest chill. It is my mother's love that dispels the darkness of night and the cold of wind for me. I know she will be by my side no matter what time! Just like that windbreaker, it brings me warmth and hope!
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