Love is like coffee. Composition, grade five.

Love is like coffee, bitter and sweet. This is my mother's love for me.

One day when I was seven years old, it was clear in Wan Li, Wan Li. The bright sunshine shines into people's hearts, which is warm. My mother pulled me with her left hand and her bicycle with her right hand, walking slowly on the concrete road. I'm going to do something big today-learn to ride a bike. It's hard for a child my age. At the destination, my mother helped me get on the bus. Because I was not tall at that time, I couldn't touch the ground on tiptoe, so my mother had to lower my seat to match my height. At first, my mother sat in the back seat and moved with her feet, teaching me the main points: "Let's go, don't stop, or we won't find balance." I tried to practice again and again according to my mother's meaning, and failed again and again. Finally, I found a little feeling. So, my mother suggested a different way of practicing: my mother walked behind and grabbed the back seat for me to ride. I feel very scared, my heart is full of fear, and my mind is just thinking about the same question: what if I fall? My mother seemed to see through my mind and smiled implicitly: "I will hurry, don't worry!" " "I looked up and met my mother's smiling eyes. In an instant, the fear in my heart broke like glass, turned into countless pieces and disappeared without a trace. I was full of security and nodded resolutely.

Who knows that after I rode for a while, my mother resolutely let go. I found the car lighter. I turned to ask my mother why, only to see her figure getting farther and farther away. I suddenly panicked. One of them was careless and his center of gravity was unstable. 1 of "pa", my worst fear happened, even the car and people fell to the ground. As soon as I saw this scene, I saw my mother coming in a hurry, and I felt the pain coming from my knee. As soon as my heart closed, "Jin Doudou" unwillingly flowed down, and my heart was full of complaints. Mom doesn't seem so flustered. Looking at that face, she could feel a smile: "Why are you crying? You should be happy after riding so far just now! " As soon as I heard this, I immediately made a 360-degree turn, wiped my tears with a wave of my big sleeves, and my smile returned to my face.

Although I fell, I learned to ride a bike, thanks to my mother's letting go.

Oh, love is like coffee, love is like coffee!