How to write this article that the sunset is still there?

There is a kind of love in this world that lasts forever, is selfless and does not change with the seasons, fame and wealth, or changes in the world. That is maternal love.

Sunday is a day off for office workers, a day for junior high school students to go to school, and it is the beginning of another week. On such a special day, every evening, I have to wait for the bus to go to school, and my mother has to take me to school. As a junior high school student, I have to go to school on Sunday evening to participate in evening self-study. And I always have to wait for the bus to go to school, and my mother never forgets to wait with me. Regardless of wind, frost, rain or snow, my mother never stops seeing me off.

It was a winter, and heavy snowfall was normal. It was also a Sunday. When I got up in the morning, I could only pray endlessly that it would not snow in the evening. However, man's calculations are not as good as God's calculations, and the snow falls from morning to night without stopping. At dusk, I started waiting for the bus again. After waiting for a long time, I didn't see any bus. Presumably, there must have been too much snow, which blocked the road and made it impossible for cars to pass. I had to walk to school. Looking at the flying snow and the dark sky, I hesitated. On such a cold and late day, I hesitated. Finally, my mother decided to accompany me to school, and I got on the road without thinking. Along the way, there were few pedestrians, and the wind blew the snow on the ground and floated everywhere. My mother helped me carry the books, and we endured the cold and got to the school gate. My mother told me to study hard, then turned and left. I didn't take it seriously. When I got to the classroom and put down the book, I suddenly remembered something. I rushed to the school gate and looked around, but I couldn't see that familiar figure. I had to go back to the classroom disappointed and sat in my seat uneasily.

If it is a rainy day, with thunder and lightning, even if there is a strong wind, my mother will not stop and turn around to go home. She will accompany me to wait for the bus regardless of the wind and rain. We held umbrellas and looked around on the road. It wasn't until I got in the car that my mother turned around and left. If she is not at home on Sunday, she will still come to see me off at dusk. After I left, she felt relieved to go home. After rainy days and snowy days, it is sunny again, and the sunset remains the same on the next Sunday evening.

In the blink of an eye, my mother’s appearance is no longer what it used to be. Looking at the wrinkles on her face and the white hair on her head, I can’t help but feel sad. Father Time took away many things, and also took away my mother's youth. Today, my mother is getting older, but she still does not forget to accompany me to wait for the bus to school.

But I am still a child. When I succeed in my studies, I don’t know whether it will be the year of the monkey or the month of the horse. Therefore, I should always be grateful, start from small things, and be filial to my parents. The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, let alone the kindness of a spring. Why should we repay it? The sky is big and the earth is big, and the kindness of parents is great. "Going to the countryside is like a bad person", time goes on forever, and there is no room for us to hesitate or wait. Only if we grasp the present moment, be filial to our parents, and be grateful to our parents will we not sigh in the future.

As time goes by, the waves fade and the bubbles gather and disperse, but only that love and that sunset remain unchanged!