I always thought my mother was a very strong and capable woman. I admire her arrogant and strong character that blood is thicker than water. After 19 years of wind and rain, I have encountered so many ups and downs of my life. When I feel extremely painful and helpless, I have never seen my mother cry or even sob! Young and ignorant, I thought, is my mother heartless? Is she really not afraid and helpless about the hardships of life? I don't understand, but I like her slight frown and determined eyes. She doesn't have a charming face full of tears, but her courage and calmness impressed me deeply.

However, I came to this foreign land not long ago, when I was far from home; When I feel scared and helpless about everything strange around me; When I am full of sadness and attachment, but I have to smile and wave goodbye to my mother; I know it, but I can't believe it. I saw my mother's tears-slipping quietly from her face engraved with the hardships of the years. It turned out that my mother would cry, too, but the tears could not help, and my heart ached faintly. I don't want this parting to be full of sadness, I don't want my mother to feel uneasy, and I don't want myself to look fragile in the eyes of passers-by who pass by in a hurry-because I admire my mother's strength too much! Although she is in tears like a weak little girl today, no matter how reluctant she is, all this will lose its effectiveness in an instant. My mother's stalwart figure trembled in my hazy tears, and I couldn't hear her sobbing instructions and exhortations clearly. Only the cold and stinging pain left by tears across my face shocked my heart. ...

At that moment, time stopped. In all the coolness that froze the campus greenery, I have to admit that I am far less strong and even sentimental than my mother. I will cry for the twists and turns and tragic life experiences of the characters in a novel or movie, and I will also cry for the twists and turns I have encountered in my life, but only then did I really realize the true meaning of "moving", which does not need gorgeous decoration and shocking scenes. Once so small, so cautious, so light, for me, even limited to a mother's tears! This tear, ordinary and precious, is a sincere and simple expression of mother-daughter affection; This tear, small and noble, is the only soft soil in my mother's heart-this soil has been trying to feed my tender seedlings for more than ten years. Day by day, I grow up and my mother is old. Perhaps this is a reincarnation and replacement of life, but in my opinion, this exchange is extremely unequal, because I consciously owe my mother too much, those meticulous care and care, those considerate and considerate. Because there is no self-confidence, I can only engrave too much love in my heart and feel it silently. In addition, I may cry like this when I am about to leave my mother's warm wings, or look at my mother's tears just for me. However, apart from these, I can't seem to return anything for this touch, even if there is, it is so insignificant by comparison!

But I know that my mother's tears not only care about and give up, but also have deep expectations and blessings for me, which may be the only thing I can repay. So, when I dry the tears left in the corner of my eyes and look at my mother's distant back, I secretly say in my heart that my mother has given me a pair of plump wings, and I will learn to fly here. I will personally take her with me one day in the future, the beautiful blue that is within reach!

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