Behind the love

Qiao Hongyu

After fifteen years of spring and autumn, I have grown up, and I have changed a lot, and I have changed a lot: I am taller, my head is whiter, and my personality is more mature and stable. At the same time, the way my mother and I get along with me has also changed, but the only thing that has remained the same is maternal love.

Mother's love is like a vast ocean, which can tolerate all kinds of mistakes of children and make them a big deal. I think that a mother's love is the love behind it, always silently, silently, as long as you turn around, you will find that mother's love is always behind you, as your warm harbor, forever dependent.

My mom didn't usually smile and didn't say anything too straightforward, so much so that to this day, I have never heard her say, "I love you!" ", such words. I even wonder sometimes: Am I biological? So, I asked my father, and as a result, I was beaten, although it didn't hurt, but I still cried aggrievedly, and then, my father told me the general process of birth:

It was a winter night, and the trees and houses were blown by the cold wind, and the road was covered with ice that made it difficult to walk. Maybe I was too eager to see this new world where I only heard the sound but didn't see the face, and I didn't have time to go to the hospital at that time, so I had to find a midwife. But I seem to be very skinny, and I tossed and turned all night before I finally saw the world. Because the cold night is too heavy, my mother fell ill, and her hands and feet were cold in winter, and she couldn't cover the heat.

At this time, my mother came back, saw me crying, hurriedly comforted me, wiped the tears from my face for me, and counted my father down......

My mother always didn't tell me these things, and her love for me was silent, and I was always an afterthought. I didn't care if I failed the midterm exam, so I threw away my schoolbag as soon as I got home, put the test papers with pitiful scores on the table, and skillfully turned on the TV. When my mother saw that I was back, she quickly put down the housework in her hand and put my schoolbag away. When I saw my test paper, my mother first shook it, and then quietly sat at the table, took out a pen, and wrote Huahua on the test paper. After a while, she came to me with the paper and said to me seriously: "This question is a calculation error, you must check it carefully next time, and you ...... this question." I was watching TV with relish, and when I heard my mother babbling on the side, I finally couldn't help yelling at her: "As soon as I get home, you're going to nag and be annoyed!" Then I went back to my room and slammed the door shut, making a loud noise. The moment the door closed, I saw my mother still holding the roll, sighing helplessly. My heart tightened: Did I let my mother down?

By the time I saw the paper again, I was back at school. Every mistake in the exam paper was corrected and the content was very detailed, which made me feel even more remorse for my actions. I thought, I must work harder and not let my mother down again. After the monthly exam, I made great progress, and my mother finally showed a relieved smile......

Someone asked me, what is a mother's love? Mother's love is a mountain, which can shelter me from the wind and rain, and is my eternal dependence; Mother's love is the sea, which can tolerate my mistakes and shortcomings, and is my warm harbor. Mother's love is also insignificant, hiding behind it as if it were a mystery, but it is rarely discovered. I think that the love hidden behind this is mother's love.