My mother’s primary school composition in my eyes

When I was a child, my mother was a piece of candy in my eyes.

I don’t know if it’s me who’s too greedy, or if it’s just children. When I was a kid, I was a kid who loved sweets. Whether it’s hard candies, toffee candies, or chocolate candies, I’ll accept them all, even white sugar. My family was not very wealthy at that time, and my parents were very hard-working. But whenever I behave well, my mother will give me a candy from behind, and then pinch my little nose and say, "Hey, little glutton!"

After entering kindergarten, my mother in my eyes It's a storybook.

When I was 3 years old, my mother sent me to kindergarten. I also started to learn Chinese and memorized many poems! My mother was very happy. Every night, my mother would hold me and sit under the vines in the courtyard and tell stories. My mother’s voice was pleasant and the stories she told were wonderful. "Little Red Riding Hood", "The Tortoise and the Hare", "Seven Little White Rabbits", etc., all fascinated me. I often pulled my mother and shouted for her to tell stories.

After I entered elementary school, my mother was an umbrella in my eyes.

Have you gradually become sensible? Why don’t you understand your mother’s heart yet? When I was in second grade, my mother would take me to school with an umbrella whenever it rained. "Is mom's strength too weak?" I thought, otherwise, why would the umbrella always tilt towards me? I must ask my mother to hold the umbrella straight, and she always smiles.

I still remember one time when my mother sent me to school. As I was walking on the road, it suddenly started to rain. The raindrops hit my body and face, and it hurts. Mom took off her coat, raised it above her head, and ran, running with me in her arms. Her embrace was so warm, and it seemed like a sunny day in her embrace. Mom is like an umbrella, protecting me from wind and rain.

When I was in the fifth grade of elementary school, I started working hard for my grades. I study late every night, and my mother sits next to me to accompany me. Sometimes she will hand over a hot water bottle, and sometimes she will bring a cup of steaming milk. I would tell her anything and she would always help me solve my problems. She would comfort me when I was wronged, tell jokes when I was unhappy, and smile when I was happy. In my heart, she is also an umbrella that blocks my unhappiness and retains warmth.

But now, my mother in my eyes is more like a cup of strong tea.