Mother didn't spend Children's Day with her children.

Some people say that maternal love is a song, some people say that maternal love is a poem, and some people say that maternal love is a painting. These are all good. Everyone has his own mother and has different feelings about her love. If you ask me, my mother's love is like a bowl full of sweet and sour soup, nourishing me to grow up day by day …

I remember one night when I was a child, I suddenly had a high fever. My mother comforted me and carried me to the hospital when my father was not at home. In fact, during that time, my mother was in poor health and sweaty, but she still didn't rest and insisted on carrying me to the hospital. During the injection and infusion, my mother comforted me not to be afraid and told me stories to relieve boredom. Until I fell asleep, my mother stayed with me without blinking ... It was really sweet. ...

Mother's love sometimes makes me feel sour. When I was a child, I liked to eat sweets, but my mother was afraid that I would eat my teeth indiscriminately, so I strictly controlled the quantity. I'm just coquetry and noisy, and she doesn't obey, which makes my nose sour sometimes. ...

If I do something wrong, it will be bitter! Especially if I tell a lie, my mother's face will turn from sunny to cloudy immediately. If I refuse to admit my mistake, impatient criticism and reprimand will come like thunder and lightning ... but in the end, my mother will reason with me and persuade me patiently. After I understand the seriousness of my mistake and admit to correcting it, it's all over.

Motherly love is a bowl of warm soup, which contains various nutrients carefully prepared by mother. I will spend every spring, summer, autumn and winter with me. I love you, my mother, and your love will be remembered by me all my life!