Love me and make me warm all my life 600 words

We have it, a home.

Each of us is searching, looking for a place to go back to; Look for a place full of light; Find a place where we can let go.

We found it, a home.

For as long as I can remember, my father has rarely come home. For the most part, I spent it with my mother. This inevitably made me blur my father's face.

But I think I'm happy, I have an emotion, an emotion that many people can't feel, and this emotion resides in my home.

My mother was just an ordinary woman, a giver who worked hard for her family without asking for anything in return. When I was a child, my mother always spoke in my ear about how to be a human being, and I did not say a word about my mother's loving advice. Whenever I had a little success in my studies, my mother would always seem happier than me, and every time I asked her why she was so happy, she would always smile and not say anything.

Looking back, the bits and pieces of the past ...... in my mind like a movie

I don't know when it started, and there were more gray hairs on my mother's head. I knew that I was anemic, but I still insisted on cleaning the house, so that the house would always be so comfortable and tidy. I knew that my hands were allergic to laundry detergent, but I didn't care about putting my hands in the water to wash my clothes.

Maybe I don't know that every time the school organizes a play, my mother tells me to be careful on the road, and there is undisguised worry on my face.

Maybe I don't know how repentant and uncomfortable my mother feels afterwards every time she beats me and scolds me.

Maybe I don't know how anxious and nervous my mother was when I was taken to the hospital after I fell into the water that year.

However, as time went by, I went from being an ignorant little girl to a girl who could understand others. I understood my mother's love, the meaning of "love", and the fact that love does not need a reason.

Speaking of my father, he always looked like he was smiling in front of me, which seemed to drive me, making me always look like "smiling and smiling, ten years young" in front of anyone. A classmate once described me like this, "As long as you are there, the little troubles that reside in your body will be shot in the head and fall to the ground and die!" But as soon as my father got serious, he seemed to be a different person, his brows furrowed, his eyes widened, his mouth opened and closed, and he began to educate me without saying a word.

As for me, I nodded yes for a while.

I understand that this is the love that my father gave me, and unlike mother's love, it is secret and requires our careful attention.

Home is a kind of emotion, always helping you behind your back when you are desperate, always warming you, warming me, and always giving you a kind of strength to persevere.

Home, the place I love the most, I will study hard with my parents' expectations and carry success home in the future.

Winter has arrived, and the cold it brings is intimidating. The sun has not yet poked its head out, only the cold wind runs through the earth, as if to freeze everything in the world.

I hated winter so much, and the cold wind slashed my cheeks like a merciless knife, leaving me with nowhere to run. Early morning is the best time of the day, but for me, it is surprisingly difficult. Hurry up, stop grinding, it's time for school!

I took the trouble to reply: Got it, that's good.

My home was too far away from the school, and the genius was bright, so I pulled myself out of the bed and lazily picked up my coat and wrapped myself tightly. Feed! Eat some, it's done.

Then came my mother's voice. No, it's going to be late. Let's eat something, it's too cold, how can you do without breakfast?

Mother was still babbling. Don't bother, don't eat, go! I burrowed into the cold wind without looking back.

Behind him, my mother's words floated away: Wear more, it's cold outside.

The cold wind whizzed through my ears, and my ears hurt like being cut by a knife, and it seemed that they could fall off at the touch of a knife. Damn the weather, why is it so cold. I would have listened to my mother if I had known it, and I could warm up a little by eating some food.

Thinking about it, a cold wind blew, freezing my thoughts, and I subconsciously shrunk my neck. When I finally arrived, I took a deep breath and quickened my pace towards the campus.

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind him, Jade, etc. Turning my head sharply, a familiar figure broke into my line of sight, and not far away, a woman in her forties stood there, with a faded scarf on her head, and her thin body shrunk in the cold wind It's a mother! The pale face has long been engraved with the traces of time, and a strand of gray hair under the scarf flutters in the wind.

How did you get here? I asked, surprised. I'm afraid you'll be hungry, so I'll bring you something to eat.

As he spoke, he gently handed me the lunch box, draped his clothes over me, and stuffed 5 yuan into my pocket. Turn around and leave. I choked up.

Looking at her back as she walked away, I said loudly, "Mom, slow down on the road." She turned her head with a happy smile on her face.

Well, it's cold outside, go back! Holding the lunch box with my mother's body temperature, my whole body warmed up a lot. The cold wind still didn't stop her, but my heart melted.

I suddenly felt that love bloomed this winter.

The sun came out, and a ray of sunshine shone on the love lunch box, so warm, so warm.