Yuanmoudong Composition-Baidu

Snoring. At that time, I looked forward to Da Zhou every day, and my luggage was packed a few days ago. Later, I learned that I was not the only one looking forward to that day-my mother had marked my return date on the calendar with a red pen, went to the market early, bought vegetables, cut meat, cooked a lot of dishes I loved, and the quilt was warm. Unfortunately, I can't understand how my mother felt at that time. I just feel that the food at home is more delicious than that at school, but my heart is still very unbalanced. In fact, my mother didn't feel dizzy for a month, so she saved the food expenses that day. Once I think about this, I feel that I am a heinous sinner, and a deep sense of guilt has accumulated in my heart and formed a congestion, which is still going on today.

Then I went to work, being a wife and a mother, and everything was so logical. I was just pursuing the life I loved and longed for, and I didn't think of comforting my mother's reluctance and pain. My tolerant mother still treats me as always. When I was in the second month, the October wind was bitterly cold. My mother can't ride a bike. She walks to my house in the morning and walks at night. She has not had a day off for thirty days. Washing clothes and cooking, washing diapers, baking diapers, holding children and taking care of me, my mother is as busy as a top. I have not had a hot meal safely for a whole month. Now that I think about it, I can't bear to make my mother with gray temples so tired and worried. In order not to let my mother see my tears, I buried myself deeper into my mother's arms. Apart from feeling moved and blaming myself, my little heart tasted the taste of love for the first time in my life.