Mother, our only wings

Mother, our only wings

In our mind, there is a trace, along with our growth, and only such marks, as they grew older, deeply engraved in my heart.

Mother is old, wrinkle and slowly climbed up the corner, watching the mother's face from the delicate became Gaunt, black hair gradually became the silver-haired, actions from the agile was slow, I feel bad and hurt! Mother is always the best, most valuable left us cousins, like burning of candles to keep himself, illuminating us! With us? Our mother did not make a room occasionally just when we need to Park Shore, she will think of sth

Mothers need to really does not much, a casual greeting saying "MOM, you do today? "; Cook a more ordinary than meal helped them before going to bed quilt cover; cold for them to add dress sth Can make them happy and warm for a long time.

Don't remember which one it is summer of the year, young I climbed up the House before the stinking chunshu, big how to grab branches and swing big, there isn't, loud woken up from the mother, I ignore, she picked up the clods slam hit, I jump into the air to hide in the grass under a tree, helpless the mother walked away, I was proud of laughing. Night, mother hit me, I dare not go home until past 11 o'clock in the evening, my mother found sleeping in the bushes at the door, I, and a beat, I stood not hid not Tibetan, weep not, dissatisfaction with the oath I look looking mother. Then I do not understand is the mother of love my way.