My mother.

My mother, this year is forty-one. At the mention of this number, my eyes could not help but burst into tears, and inexplicable sadness surged into my heart in an instant. And my memory is still stuck when my mother was thirty-three years old. But I didn't know that from thirty-three to forty-one, it had spanned a full eight years.

My mother, tall and tall, has soft hair, and a pair of slender hands, she smiles kindly and gentlely, and her teeth are white... My mother, she did not have a high education, but she knew a lot and often told me many truths about how to behave in the world. She always likes to say something like this: "I have traveled more roads than you have eaten salt." So, because of this, I was always "taught" by her.

One of the times I remember most vividly, one year, my mother took me to look for a job, when I was only in elementary school, because I was not at ease that I was alone in the rental house, my mother took me with me. Because my mother's education is not very high, she can only do some physically demanding work. I remember that day, it was raining heavily, and my mother and I held up an umbrella, I don't know if it was because the rain was too heavy, and my mother's back had been wet a lot. That day, we walked for a long time, asked one industrial factory after another, and finally found it. On the way back, it was late afternoon, the rain had stopped, my mother's clothes on my back had been dried by the wind, and the light of the setting sun had gently sprinkled on my mother and me. I looked up at my mother and asked, "Mom, are you tired?" The mother said: "Mother is not tired, you can go to school well in the future, get into a good university, and look for a job in the future will not do some hard work like your mother." At that time, I didn't understand, but I just nodded my head, and my heart was sour.

When I was a child, I don't know how many times I saw my mother gently cover me with a quilt at night and get up to go to work; I don't know how many times I have seen my mother get sick and go to work... Later, I was not admitted to a good university, and my mother just said: "You are healthy and happy!" ”。 Yes, no matter what you look like, in the eyes of your mother, you will always be a baby.

The years have quietly dyed my mother's black hair white, and quietly made a few wrinkles in the corners of my mother's eyes. Those slender hands, which were originally white and tender, had become a little rough. My mother used her small body to take care of our family, and I stood on the shoulders of my parents to see the world, and I saw the scenery that my parents had never seen before. When the parents are there, life still has a place to come; when the parents go, life is only the way home. My mother's love for me is like the sunshine in the cold winter, warming the path of my life.