Write an article about maternal love.

When I was very young, when I first picked up autumn leaves, I was amazed at the beauty of life. The leaves that break at the touch, the clear and ancient veins, and the brown color of the leaves really touched the heart that is still a little ignorant. Step lightly on the yellow but vibrant grass. I feel the helplessness and strength of life for the first time.

Shi Tiesheng is a strong disabled writer, but there is a greater mother behind him who is little known. Inadvertently, there will always be such a set of shots in front of me: Stone beats his two unconscious legs and yells at his mother: "What power does my life have!" " Mother quickly grabbed Shi's hand and held back her tears and said, "Let's live together, let's live well ..."

A few simple words contain how much affection a mother has for her son, how much helplessness she has for life, and how much strength she has sublimated!

But it is such a great mother who left Shi Tiesheng forever in a lonely autumn. When she died, she was still worried about "my sick son ..."

There is a vague pain floating from the bottom of my heart. I think that sad and complicated autumn has lived in Shi Tiesheng's heart for a long time and is rooted in the pace of growth.

I saw a picture in the newspaper: an eel curled up in a hot oil pan. The main idea of this painting is that the eel in the oil pan tries to bow, but the cook is confused. He took out his knife and cut it down, only to know that there was a small eel in his stomach, and he was trying to bow down to protect the little life in his stomach.

I often think of the arched eel again and again in that gloomy and long afternoon, and imagine over and over again Shi Tiesheng's mother's reluctance and nostalgia for her son before her death. They are like dried radish strips hanging under the eaves, reminding me that maternal love is so full and colorful.

Autumn conquered its lover with its unique charm. It makes the whole world sensitive and fragile, but at the same time it also builds a heavy and tragic power for itself, and maternal love is displayed in front of people.

The feeling of maternal love is like drinking tea, tasting it bit by bit. It is cool in summer and warm in winter. The cramped and lost mood in the early autumn night instantly dissipated because of the magical power of my mother.

When autumn comes into our long-awaited eyes with its most dazzling brilliance, mother, there should be a heart-shaped red leaf falling in your old wrinkled palm, which is my love for you.