A single-minded composition of 800 words

Today is the day when my daughter starts school. My mother borrowed a tricycle from her neighbor to send her daughter to school.

When the mother packed her luggage, the daughter saw her thin mother busy and didn't say a word.

The wind seems to be blowing harder than before.

Mom rides a tricycle and is very single-minded. There is still no expression on my daughter's face. It seems that everything is normal.

When there were more and more pedestrians on the road, my daughter began to wander by bike. She slammed on the brakes and pulled over. She looked back, but she couldn't see her mother. She craned her neck and looked around. Suddenly she saw a small figure struggling to push a tricycle. The wind blew her mother's hair in a mess, and there seemed to be some white light shining on it. The daughter watched her mother go forward wholeheartedly, and her eyes were wet.

My daughter never believes in the greatness of maternal love, and thinks that these are human nature and an instinct. Some touching scenes only appear in movies. She believes that "single-mindedness" only applies to the feelings between lovers, but she has never defined the feelings of mother and daughter and never used any modifiers.

"Girl, what's the matter? Can't ride? " The mother's hoarse voice woke her daughter up.

The daughter turned around and quickly wiped away her tears with her hands. "No, I'll wait for you for a while." The mother was very happy to hear this lukewarm sentence, because her daughter never said a thoughtful word from childhood.

"Girl, mom is not tired, let's go, don't be late." Mother sat in the car seat and seemed to instill infinite strength.

Mom is still riding a bike, but she looks much more relaxed than before. She knew that her daughter was looking back at her. My daughter got on the bus and walked on, but much slower than before.

The road is getting shorter and shorter under the special care of the mother, as if the difficulties encountered by her daughter on the road are a piece of cake under the care of her mother.

My daughter shed tears for her mother for the first time, and felt that maternal love was so "single-minded" for the first time.

The wind was moved by the great mother's "single-minded" and gradually decreased, just like the daughter's cold heart began to thaw.