in spring, mother and daisy

smell the flowers outside the window, and they think of that spring that is colder than winter. Just because-that blooming daisy < P > Two years ago, my mother got leukemia. Life is dying, like a candle flickering in the breeze, which will soon go out. I went to the hospital to see her that day, and the white ward, the strong smell of potions made me suffocate. In the dim light, wandering in the corridor rang my lonely footsteps. Finally groped into the ward. Mother lay there feebly. I took my mother's cold and bloodless hand and put it on my chest. Let her feel the rhythm of life. I wanted to send my mother a bunch of daisies, which are her favorite flowers. The appearance is light and delicate, and the white petals are struggling in the wind, but the pale yellow stamens reveal the stubbornness of life. It's like a mother. But the head nurse said that pollen is not good for patients with leukemia, so I gave up this idea. < P > My thoughts and worries about my mother are increasing day by day. I planted a daisy in the backyard, hoping that my mother could grow as tenacious as them. But I finally didn't realize this wish. Daisies are getting taller every day, and they are in bud.

My mother died in that spring, so the last time she saw me should not be in that lifeless ward. I remember that the sunshine that day was the brightest I have ever seen. Because my mother's spirit is particularly good, my father asked me to take my mother home for a walk to get some fresh air. On the way home, I saw the green leaves of the towering tree swaying from the bus, and the bleak wild daisies were blooming under the tree. Backward slowly

Although it is warm spring, the weather is fine. Mother is still wearing a thick black sweater. I took her to the backyard. A large piece of white daisies is floating in the wind, and butterflies and bees are constantly busy, sending out the information of spring. A gentle smile appeared on my mother's pale face, and I snuggled up to her. We stood in the ocean of daisies for a long time at night. After my mother returned to the hospital, life became a straight line forever. < P > Like daisies, they shed tears for the first time in the hospital before they passed away.

The next day, the daisies in the backyard are as beautiful as ever, because spring is the season when they send out their lives, and their lives have just begun.

I can't stop flowing,

The tears of chrysanthemum come in spring and go to winter,

They linger,

Its flower language is: love hidden in my heart.