When my mother's earnest warnings are heard in my ears, the long-awaited dream of writing will well up in my heart, like a waterfall of emotions pouring down, making the pen and ink no longer stagnate and cannot stop surging. My mother is like time, stretching my memory. What is endless is my mother's kind smile, charitable heart, and compassionate feelings... My mother waiting on the phone on weekends is a scenery that has not changed in my family for many years. The radio waves flying across time and space poured into my heart like a source of warmth. My mother believed that it was the most beautiful voice in the world, a great comfort to her soul, and a long-lasting concern for her children. Because she is in her hometown, but her children are far away in the world. Looking beyond Feihong, looking across the green mountains, what can never be seen is the broad, selfless and tender longing of my mother in my heart. She turned her longing into sustenance and waiting for the voice. This waiting crossed the sea of ????my mother's heart, flew over thousands of rivers and mountains, and flew to the corners of our hearts. A message of "peace and happiness" is enough for my mother to work hard for a whole week without complaining. It is enough for her to shed all her fatigue and talk to her father endlessly about our sisters and brothers. My mother never misses the weather forecast column after CCTV-1’s evening news. In the past, my sister and I were studying, and she paid attention to Jinan and Wuhan; now, my sister and my brother are rushing to distant bright spots on the map. My mother will know the coming of the rainy season in Shanghai in advance of my sister. She will also tell my brother before he gets off work that there will be a rainstorm in Guangzhou. typhoon. Now she can accurately determine which announcer it is just by the sound of her voice, and can regularly guess whether it will be Pei Xinhua or Zhao Hongyan tomorrow. Now there is only me, teaching in a town three miles away from home, and she and I watch the same ever-changing sky. Asking questions has become a three-dimensional language with quality, air and detail. It is an indispensable part of my mother's life. There are always eggs that my mother secretly cooked for me flashing before my eyes. Like a treasure in memory, it never fades year after year, nourishing every growth ring of my life. Whether at school or at work, eggs always accompany my meals, whether in winter or summer. I have become accustomed to it and seem to have become indifferent to this feeling that should be deeply felt. I am used to accepting this free gift calmly. It wasn't until one day when my colleague's envious eyes shot at me that I fully understood the meaning of "growing up" and revived the sea of ??memories of the deepest and greatest mother's love that was enough to move me in this life! Because I was a partial eclipse since I was a child, my mother devoted almost all her efforts to me during my growing up years. Even in the most difficult days at home, my mother would do her best to cook the most delicious meals for me, even making me happy when I was young. My sister and brother were so jealous that they yelled that my mother was "partial". Every time I remember it, I feel ashamed and burst into tears! Gradually, like my mother, I learned to be grateful, and I understood that my mother nourishes the richest hearts of her children with the most simple spirit, and explains the most selfless maternal love in the world in the simplest form! Mother's tears can never bear the sorrow of separation. There is a parking intersection in the south of the village. My mother always eagerly arrived to greet us in advance, but never arrived at the moment of departure. How can "the thread in the hands of a loving mother and the clothes on the wanderer's body" express the mother's busyness and concern when her children go out? Although she never talked about the pain of separation and persuaded us not to miss home, her eyes told too much reluctance. Mother often sowed the seeds of longing before we even left home. Soon, It will sprout and blossom into a lush and leafy caring tree. One summer day when my sister was in her senior year of college, her mother insisted on seeing her off. When she was packing her luggage and heading towards the corner of the house, her sister said, "Mom, please go back!" Looking back at her mother, she was speechless with tears in her eyes. But in the end, we didn’t reach the intersection where we could take the bus. In reunion after reunion and farewell again and again, I know that my mother is no longer young. Decades of wind and rain have gradually dried up her face. When wrinkles creep up on the temples and hair loses its luster, the children are pursuing their own dreams, and their faces are becoming increasingly plump. Wings to travel far away. This is such a gratifying yet cruel and helpless thing for a kind and sensitive mother's heart. My mother's meticulous care is the source of my endless struggle. My mother did not read much, but her well-educated and righteous outlook on life impressed even my father, who was well-read in poetry and literature. During the long and difficult years, she has been supporting our "family" side by side with him and creating a foundation for our sisters and brothers. It is the warmest harbor of family affection and the most beautiful spiritual home. Under my mother's tender care, I successfully completed my secondary school education. When I stepped onto the podium under the age of twenty, she finally smiled with pride! However, she did not expect that her daughter’s starting point from work would become the starting point for her studies. As a teenager, she only knew how to be ambitious but did not know how to deal with hardships, let alone hardships. Now I am going through many hardships on the way to the postgraduate entrance examination. She is my dearest mother. Her love and encouragement are showered on me like rain and dew at all times, allowing me to devote myself wholeheartedly to the smoke-filled postgraduate entrance examination battlefield. She makes me understand that it is a worldly thing for a woman to become a phoenix. The deepest expectation! Over the past few years, taking on-the-job exams has sharpened my character and consumed the most beautiful youth in my life, allowing a modern woman infected with idealism and classicism to experience the ups and downs of real life. Growing up, my mother never doubted the intelligence of her children. When I read her the first diary entry in my life, she was delighted to believe that her daughter would excel in the future. However, I missed my dream several times in a row. When the score of 379 hurt my heart, I lamented my fate. What made me most dejected was that my success or failure was directly linked to my mother's joy and sorrow. The happiness I bring to my parents is far less than before. More often than not, they feel haggard for me and are implicated in my bad mood.

When she comforted me, there was a faint light of sadness in the corners of my mother's eyes. I understood that what her eyes reflected was just the tip of the iceberg in my heart. My pain must have caused my mother to suffer so much. Mother is very easy to be satisfied and moved. The younger brother brought a horn comb to her mother. When she picked it up every morning, she could not help but mention his younger brother and sort out a string of beautiful past events. Whenever she was cooking, she would put on a happy smile and say that her younger brother bought it. The induction cooker is so convenient and affordable! When my sister took my mother to see the cherry blossoms on the campus of Wuhan University, my mother’s mind kept wandering to the green patches of bamboo sea and the blue sky on the trip. I clearly remember that my mother was often excited about those few trips. Decades of working on the land restricted her travels and even killed her dreams. She never thought about leaving home to see the scenery. Costs are considered at all times and everywhere. But I know that if my mother goes to a scenic spot, her thoughts will be racing with enthusiasm, and the excitement that is no less than that of a young person will bring her incomparable joy. The pictures on TV are just concepts with lifeless content. How can they be worth being there? I am very ashamed. As the eldest daughter, I have never taken my parents on a long trip. The only memory in my memory is my only experience of going to the Caozhou Peony Garden in the spring. I was only willing to go there after all kinds of persuasion and temptation. When the fragrance of peonies drifted through the noon and the wonderful sound of the fountain sounded, my mother said to my father: "The children are very sensible. Our life is worth it." At that time, I clearly felt the warmth of my mother's happiness flowing into my blood. And ignore the huge sacrifices and extremely hard price we have paid for our growth. Mother's love is selfless, silent, boundless and priceless.

Mother's love is like a spring, reserved, silent and unobtrusive, every detail is a careful care for her children; mother's love is like a sea, like a turbulent sea, the rolling waves are filled with deep love for her children!