An essay with the theme of feeling the true feelings

I 17 years old, but today is my first time to write the word "mom", and I have an inexplicable impulse in my heart. The surging tide hit the beach in my memory again and again, carrying shells far or near. I picked it up and put it in my ear, trying to listen to the sound of the sea and tears, but I couldn't stop spinning around in my eyes-all I heard was your call over and over again-and it was when I left home and set foot on the road to study in the south that I really felt maternal love.

I couldn't hear you through the window when I left, but I could read your eyes. The moment you waved to me, you burst into tears. Before I could understand why, tears fell on my sleeve in strings. One of your eyes, one gesture, is the interpretation of maternal love? "Children travel a thousand miles to worry", even if I only leave you one step, you will wake up in many dreams and miss me when I am not around!

Going home is my biggest and happiest thing besides studying. It was already after 12 when I went home last summer vacation, and the pedestrians on the street were sparse. Several students were hungry, so everyone decided to eat first, or they would have to bother their parents when they went home. I don't know why, everyone has no appetite. They just sat down 10 minutes and couldn't sit still. They all said, go, go home!

Far away, I saw the lights on at home. You must have opened it for me. As I get closer and closer to home, I see a scene that I will never forget-you are standing at the window, leaning forward and facing my way home. You seem to hear something, your head is getting longer ... I don't know how long you've been waiting.

On the way back, everyone talked about their feelings these days. To my surprise, everyone came home to see a strikingly similar scene: mom was waiting at the window or the door! The food is already on the table! And what we did was exactly the same-we ate all the meals without saying a word of thanks.

Once you came to see me at school, I found two tomatoes in your handbag. I'm confused. Why did my mother bring such perishable things after such a long journey? You said calmly, "Look at me, I just remembered last night that you always liked tomatoes, so there are only two at home, or I should bring more ..." I turned my back and quietly wiped my uncontrollable tears.

Mom, I sometimes forget your birthday, but you will always remember that you will always give me a unique gift on my birthday; I sometimes get tired of your nagging, but you even remember our words deeply; I may sometimes misunderstand your great love, but you never stop caring about me. Mom, you can forgive my past, can't you?

I am 17 years old today, but I know that your love for me can't be measured by 17 years. If the sea can bring your call, then I hope it can also bring a daughter's gratitude to her mother 17 years of parenting, and bring you my greetings: mother, you have worked hard!

I am here to convey

Salute! Daughter: Lu Xian.

May 16