The person who has the greatest influence on me.

The person who has the greatest influence on me.

I don't know since when, I have always rejected my mother's discipline and hated her not understanding me. On the contrary, I love my father, who always makes me feel the warmth of understanding. My mother, on the other hand, always restricts my actions in her unique way and plans my life with her wishful thinking. I hate being manipulated because I am unruly by nature. So the contradiction becomes more and more intense in the increasingly collision. When I am crazy, I sometimes even forget my "respect" for my mother.

Contradiction is contradiction, and life goes on as usual.

Because my English is not satisfactory, my mother helped me find a tutor to tutor me 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 9 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, I suddenly looked up and a figure caught my eye. It's my mother! I clearly recognized that it was my mother by the dim street lamp. She leaned back in the car, hunched over, turned her back on me, put her hands to her mouth and breathed straight, perhaps to get more warmth. She looked up at the lamp from time to time, but the cold wind was inhuman and she was still fearless. For a time, I forgot the cold, the darkness of night, everything, and only my mother was in the storage space of my brain! Only mother waited shivering in the cold wind!

Suddenly, my mother turned around and saw me standing in the same place, 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 suddenly speechless.

My mother waited in the cold wind for a long time for fear of affecting me!

I had a long cold war with my mother, and I 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 orange street lamp casts light, so warm. I feel guilty when I think of quarrels again and again and her injured eyes. She's my mother! I was busy "defending" my "independence right", but I ignored that she was the most important person in my life before! She is my dearest person in this world!

The wind is still howling, 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 that no matter when, she will be by my side! Just like that windbreaker, it brings me warmth and hope!