The little practice writing of skylight is as follows: "Skylight" In my house, there is a skylight.

Sometimes, the sunlight sneaks through the glass and climbs onto my bed, bringing me warmth and brightness.

That day, I had a fight with my mother. It was just a small matter.

We had a fierce argument, which ended with me slamming the door.

Nestled in my bed, I looked up at the skylight and saw the gray sky outside, just like my gray heart, I couldn't feel any maternal love.

Why is my mother always nagging?

Doesn't it always make me feel any love?

The footsteps outside the door gradually became clearer, bringing me back from my wandering thoughts, and the footsteps stopped at my door.

She just knocked on the door, put something on the floor, and left.

The footsteps disappeared, and I opened the door curiously. When I lowered my head, I only found a bowl of steaming noodles.

Sitting back on the bed, eating my favorite bowl of noodles, my heart began to feel bitter. She always tolerated me unconditionally when I lost my temper, and the window in my heart gradually became brighter.

It got dark early, and while curled up in bed, I began to regret the little things I did during the day... Slowly, my consciousness became blurry... After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded outside the door again.

The door opened, and with the faint light in the living room, I saw: She was only wearing a thin pajamas, her hair was spread out, and she was holding a thick quilt with both hands.

She gently put the quilt at the end of the bed, then picked up a corner, wrapped the quilt around my body, and tucked the corner of the quilt tightly for me... Then, she turned around, picked up my dishes and chopsticks, and walked towards the door.

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The faint light cast a layer of brilliance on her back, so peaceful and beautiful.

"Mom..." I shouted, "It's so late and I'm still not sleeping..." My voice started to get choked up, "It's snowing, your quilt is too thin..." I stared at the door blankly again.

After closing it for a long time, I raised my head and looked at the skylight. It was covered with snowflakes and nothing could be seen.

However, I felt that a ray of sunshine was shining on my heart, so warm and bright.

I know that that ray of sunshine is mother's love.

Suddenly, I remembered that when I was a child, under this skylight, my mother would fan me and tell me stories on summer nights. At that time, I would always pester her and refuse to let her go: When I was sick, my mother would sit on my bed.

Beside the bed, the light through the skylight shines on her anxious face. I was ignorant at that time and always made her worry and tired... But now, she only asks me to wear one more piece of clothing to prevent me from feeling cold, but I

Quarrel with her.

Tears soaked the pillow, and infinite regret overflowed in my heart. Tomorrow, I will be obedient, because I have experienced the infinite tolerance of maternal love.

The snow in my heart is slowly melting away, turning into spring streams full of love, nourishing my heart.

My heart is finally filled with the sunshine of love.