Suddenly I heard a vibration of the eardrum and a string of thin footsteps, so crisp and light, for fear of disturbing me. This voice is no longer familiar, it carries several steps of love, running between two doors. "Cheep", the door opened gently, and my mother came to me and said softly, "It's getting late, go to sleep, don't be exhausted." "Go to sleep if you want to sleep, don't you see that I am busy!" I didn't good the spirit to say, seems to be able to vent all the stuffy gas in my heart. Mother is speechless. Then there was a burst of footsteps, still so light and crisp, but the difference was that the sound was getting farther and farther away. Alone again, alas, how can I talk to my mother like that? So mom will be sad. There was a blur in front of my eyes and two tears fell on the book in front of me. At this time, there was another burst of footsteps, only lighter and more brittle than before ... This time, my mother brought a steaming cup of tea on my desk and said, "Have tea, son, and don't be tired."

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A cool breeze blew, and he wrapped his clothes and brought his mother's new clothes, which was much warmer. He suddenly found that the lines on his clothes were dense and very comforting. He recalled the scene that night: he was busy packing, and he caught a glimpse and saw his mother sewing clothes for him under the dim oil lamp. The light fell on her calloused hand, but her mother didn't know it, just sewed them one by one. The white hair on the mother's head stands out in the light of the oil lamp, shining with white holy and warm light of love ... < P > 3 < P > The young mother holds a flashlight in one hand and a child in the other. The sweat on her forehead soaked the bangs on her forehead, but she still held the child tightly in her hands and walked anxiously on the road. She kept looking around as she walked. The shoes on her feet are all wet and even frozen, but she completely ignores them and just looks down at the children in her arms from time to time.