A 500-word composition entitled "Mother-daughter affection"

It's raining, I think of you, my mother, and that rainy day ... I just want to say sorry to you: "Mom, I'm sorry!" " "

Sunday is the time for sketch class. You came all the way from the classroom to see me off. But the weather was bad and suddenly it began to rain. You are pedaling your bike with great strength. Rain as big as peas is dripping on your face, clothes and glasses. Sweat is slipping from your face. You are still riding hard. I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern, "Don't call me. You just had diarrhea yesterday, don't catch a cold again. " I was speechless and had to keep hitting me with my umbrella. When I arrived at school and saw no one around, I began to panic: Don't miss class today! My mother gave up taking a nap in class to see me off, but if I want my mother to take me home again now, isn't that fooling around? I jumped out of the car and asked the doorman. After asking, I just felt like a bolt from the blue. I almost had a "heart attack". It was terrible. There was no class today! I walked up to you and whispered, "Sorry, Mom, there is no sketch class today." After hearing this, you are still cheerful. Thoughtfully, you kindly pointed to my nose and said, "I knew there might be no class today, but I was afraid that class would delay your study, you idiot." I will take you home again! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you have to go to work?" I walked home by myself. "You said with a smile," you a person to go home, I can rest assured that the parents? "Get in the car!" I got on the bus as promised. Along the way, the road was smooth and bumpy, and I somehow felt particularly guilty, especially sorry for my mother. But my mouth is like super glue, and I can't open it. Even if you open it, your throat won't make a sound.

When I got home, I stood at the entrance of the building, watching your fading figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog. I suddenly realized how great you are. ...