A composition about caring.

There is a kind of love, seemingly meager, but deep and touching. Only it can explain what greatness is. This kind of love is maternal love. Boring, caring attitude. Lock the door. As usual, I sat in the corner of the bookcase and tried to "eat" books. who ' s that knocking ? I see the bright spot. I really don't want to be disturbed! No need to guess, it must be mom again. "Why?" I said a word reluctantly. Although my mother's voice is separated from the door, it is still as gentle as ever: "It's time to eat, come out." "Know know know!" I am impatient. For an instant, a corner of my heart seemed to be tightly pulled up by something. Am I a little cruel to my mother? But soon, I calmed myself down again Recently, I found that my mother's verbosity is becoming more and more boring. Besides getting up early and going to bed early every day, what else is on her lips? I am not a three-year-old child. I will take care of everything. I really don't want to put up with the barrage of nagging! Complaints and dissatisfaction with my mother come and go in my mind. Alas! What kind of woman is my mother compared with those mothers who are willing to give up their lives for their children in the book? Selfish and unreasonable; How does my life compare with those people in the book who are full of ups and downs, but also sweet and warm? Without any strong flavoring agent, it is doomed to be dull ... I wish I could exchange mothers with others ... I looked back at the closed "100 Moms who made you cry" with a wry smile and walked out the door ... throbbing, because I was gentle and concerned about "Seven!" I sneezed and rubbed my blocked nose for a long time. Continue to "live together" with TV. "You see, have you caught a cold? It's always cold at night. Do you want to see a doctor? " Mother said, looking thoughtfully at the dark sky outside the window, there are no stars, only a few scattered lights, whispering to the bright moon. "It's no big deal, don't worry about catching a cold." I responded casually, mumbling: Mom always makes a mountain out of a molehill ... "Why don't you always pay attention to your health?" Mother sighed lightly and said nothing. I don't want to pay attention, but I am still immersed in the thrilling plot of the ups and downs of TV dramas. Time seems to have passed for a long time. The mother sitting in the chair has started yawning. "Why don't you go back to sleep? You don't have to watch it with me. " I noticed my mother's existence and said to her. Mom smiled: "I want to see what TV series you like." Silence once again tightly wrapped around my mother and me in front of the TV, and time is still passing ... stretching and observing for a long time. I am sleepy, too. The challenge of the upper eyelid to the lower eyelid ended in victory. It is more practical to have a tryst with Duke Zhou. Mother was awakened by the noise I made and stood up slowly. I was a little surprised: "didn't I tell you to go back to sleep?" How can I fall asleep here? How uncomfortable. " Mom just smiled lovingly, and the deep crow's feet in the corner of her eyes were touched: "Hey, go to sleep after reading it." I didn't answer, but my heart throbbed inexplicably for a long time ... Finally, love made the iceberg melt and the moon shed light. The deep blue sky indicates that it is late at night. Lying in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I seem to be rolling in a vat full of hot water, with a burning flame under it and a slight "squeaky" sound from time to time; But it seems to be lying in a cellar full of ice, and the pressing cold is eroding the warmth ... how painful it is! Suddenly, a familiar face appeared in the darkness, looking down at me. How did my mother come to my bedside? She asked softly, "What's the matter? Uncomfortable? " I looked miserable and sweat dripped from my forehead, answering her concern. "It's a fever ..." I only heard her mumbling. Then, a rough, cocoon-covered but gentle hand touched my forehead, which was quite comfortable. "ouch!" Mother exclaimed. My forehead must be very hot. "It's terrible!" I cried in pain. The feeling of being cold and hot is becoming more and more obvious. Mother seemed quite calm at the moment: "Come on, let's go to the hospital …" In this way, I lay on my mother's back, as limp as clothes hanging on a rope. She struggled to walk behind my back in the cold wind, but there was no car! Mom walks very fast. Although it was very cold at night, there were, one, two ... countless sweat gradually seeped into her coat, and the rustling wind was biting cold, and she was unaware of it. The hospital is far away. This road seems to never end; Mother's sweat never seems to overflow ... my eyes jumped into a blank white, and the pungent smell of disinfectant woke me up. The hospital has arrived. The doctor said it was just a cold. Let me have a rest and have an intravenous drip. So I lay in bed. Mother quietly pushed open the door, walked to my bedside and handed me a warm hamburger: "I bought it at a nearby KFC." Eat it. "Mother's behavior is like a sharp awl, which deeply pierces the softest corner of my heart. Recalling my complaints and dissatisfaction with my mother, I can't help but sting! Oh, maternal love is beyond words. I am ... who says greatness can only be achieved with great vitality? A little care is the only raw material for sweetness ... "Mom. "I said to my mother." What is this? ""I love you "Mom turned her head and her face was full of joy. I smiled wittily again, and suddenly I felt that my mother's smile was beautiful, and the crow's feet around my eyes seemed to disappear. ..