Hello, Motherland, broadcast 400 words.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter; Motherly love is the yearning for the wandering world; Motherly love is the care and anxiety of children before their sickbed; Motherly love is an ardent expectation for children's growth; However, we often shut it out and close a window between my mother and me at will.

I don't know when it started, but I feel that my mother rambled and never thought it was love. I don't know when I want to break free like a bird and soar in the sky alone, but I don't know that we will never grow up without the care of maternal love.

Vaguely remember when I was in primary school, my mother would accompany me silently and send me all the way to school every morning; Gradually, when I grew up, I felt ashamed to be sent by my mother. My classmates laughed at me for being a child and said that I should go to preschool.

This day after school, my mother still stood at the gate on time, smiling at the sunshine, which seemed so dazzling to me. A large group of people surrounded me and said, "Children who don't grow up are sent by their mothers every day ..." So I yelled at my mother, "You are the one who comes to school every day. Are you free? People say I'm a little boy. I'm tired of you!

My mother bowed her head and stood silently in the sun, just standing, standing ... as if something was flashing in my mother's eyes, I didn't stop for a moment, just as I understood, and I didn't give my mother a spark. I turned and ran home.

From then on, on my way to school, there was no longer a mother to send me, but I walked alone on that path. But every day after school, my mother will wait for me at the door. One day I went to my classmate's house and asked some questions. I came home late, but I forgot to tell my mother. When I came back, my mother's figure was still standing at my door. In the twilight, I saw the familiar figure in the distance. Suddenly, I found her there, and I was so relieved. My mother's company is silent, but it makes me unconsciously attached, which has already become a habit.

I walked up to my mother, and she said to me anxiously, son, do you know how worried my mother is? I cried and threw myself into my mother's arms. I wanted to say something, but I didn't say anything. I knew that I had made a mistake. I regard my mother's delicate care as a burden and a kind of helplessness, but I don't know that it is this kind of love that accompanies us to grow up. It is everywhere, which makes us feel sweet and warm.

Motherly love is like this, it is full of every minute and every second of your life, accompanying every place in your life. Let's get started! You will find it so beautiful.