The first experience of love

Black little hands, smelly feet, my mother crouched on the ground, bent over to help me wash, naughty I accompanied by the little feet dancing in the basin of water, watching the constant splash of many waves and fluttering mother's joy of washing feet, happy, happy, diffuse the whole house's hearty laughter appeared in front of my eyes in real time, time flies, the years are like songs, those beautiful pictures seem to become a permanent picture, the mother's hands are no longer soft, the vicissitudes of the years have left too many calluses on her hands, The waist bar that was once remembered as straight also quietly became rickety, the pair of big feet in the basin that carried me through how many spring, summer, autumn and winter, suddenly felt so small, when I scrubbed with my hands, I shyly shrunk and shrunken toes, tears could not help but snatch out of my eyes, I wanted to stir up a big wave in the basin, so that the years retained my mother's only white hair! Mother, daughter has long grown up, will try not to become your concern, you grow up with me, I will accompany you to old age! May the belated warmth become a habit in your life, life needs more love for the first experience, life will be more exciting in the experience!