The taste of motherly love

On the third day of winter vacation, get up in the morning, push open the doors and windows, fresh air through the nasal cavity gently flow into the lungs, a winter good morning greeting, open a new day.

Calling her name softly, the sleepy-eyed look was both funny and angry, and Mr. Time chased after her, and we couldn't be a minute late. She dragged her body, which had not yet woken up, and walked in the footsteps of sleepwalking in the world, to the bathroom. The moment I washed my face, the whole person was shaking frighteningly. I had a hunch that the torturous day was about to begin again. But the facts tell me, today is an exception.

The canteen prepared a hearty breakfast, but she only chose her favorite rice noodles. I wonder why Southerners love rice products so much? And am I not a Southerner? Because I prefer pasta. When I was about to finish eating, I saw my good friend, and I couldn't hide my ecstasy in my heart, and I had to play for a while. The children's world is a lot of fun, and everything seems to be full of magic. The next round of discussions was still underway at the time of separation.

Job punch time.

Practice words, oh, hate, she needs perseverance, and persistence is to be able to defeat her enemies. Winter vacation homework, simple, relaxed to the extreme. It's time to tell a story, and every time we can't wait, because we can start today's journey again. Time planning is such a good thing, it brings efficiency and a sense of accomplishment, and every awesome cover on paper adds another five points to confidence. The child's world is clean, and as long as she wants, she can definitely draw a piece of the sky that belongs to her.

Indispensable playmates.

By nature, every child wants to have a good time. I remember that on the day of the holiday, the teacher told the students to say goodbye to the holiday, and that scene was almost comparable to the state of the Chinese men's football team scoring goals. The game always creates possibilities for them, especially the accumulation of happiness boxes, hoping that they can recall a certain day in a certain year and month, which can be a taste of happiness.

I like to play with my mother the most.

"Happy today?"

"Happy."

"Have fun with your friends?"

"No, I'm happiest with my mom."

Oh, Mom's heart was melted in an instant. No matter how we treat the child, her heart is full of love, without any impurities. I can deeply appreciate the greatness of maternal love. In the silent years of togetherness, we used the warm cottage built with love to shield her from the wind and rain, and the sweet island that was poured with heart brought her laughter and laughter. She can feel loved, so she will also give back to her mother's endless love.

Today, we felt the taste of motherly love for each other, and it was really sweet.