The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. She sewed carefully and thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his time to go home ... Life is varied, but the sweetest and gentlest taste is maternal love. It was the end of June, and I was sprinting for the final exam. At this time, Hou Yanri took the lead, which was fatal to me. Under the scorching sun, my disappointing nose teacher sprayed red liquid. So my mother always takes pains to cook mung bean soup for me over and over again. On one occasion, physical education class in our class. Suddenly, my nose felt something hot coming out. Oh, my God, the new yellow T-shirt my mother bought me was dyed red. I was immediately sent to the infirmary ... after a while, the nosebleed stopped, but the new T-shirt my mother bought me was a little red. I don't want my mother to know that I have a nosebleed today, and then I'm not tired of cooking mung bean soup. Mom caught a cold these days, and I don't want her to worry about me anymore. On the way home, I have been thinking about this problem ... When I got home, I looked at the dazzling red dot on this dress. Feeling uneasy ... so I got up the courage to open the door of my mother's bedroom and said, "Mom, I'm back." Mom became serious when she saw the red spots on my clothes. "Did you have a nosebleed today?" Mother asked anxiously. "Oh, no, no, this-I accidentally drew it in art class today." I said that and immediately ran back to my room ... After dinner, my mother went to my room. In my opinion, my mother didn't do anything, so I slept peacefully ... I got up the next day and found a bowl of cool mung bean soup on the dining table. There is a note next to the mung bean soup: Dear son, drink the mung bean soup quickly. You had no art class yesterday! At this time, I remembered the sound of opening the door, turning on the light, turning off the light and closing the door when I slept last night ... I looked at this bowl of mung bean soup as if I saw my mother's hard work. I drank this bowl of mung bean soup as if I had tasted my mother's love. No, it's the smell of maternal love. I am drinking this bowl of mung bean soup. Somehow, the sweetness is salty. ...