If I were a writer, I would write an endless book to show motherly love and selflessness; If I were a painter, I would draw a black and white picture to show that my mother's love is pure; If I were a sculptor, I would carve the word "love" on jade and give it to my mother, because only he can deserve her, because her love is precious. And I am just an ordinary student. I can only use Bing Xin's words to describe my mother:

Mom!

Put aside your troubles,

Let me fall into your arms,

Only you are the destination of my soul.

I experienced it many times at that time, and she gave us spotless and unchanging care. I remember when I was in primary school, the school held a summer camp. I really want to attend, but my father is on a business trip again, and the money spent is higher than my father's two-month salary, totaling 2780 yuan. Under my pleading, my mother took out four thousand dollars left by my father. The next day, I happily gave this "hard-won" money to my teacher.

Soon, the night before I went to summer camp, my mother packed my things for me. While tidying up, he said, "Son! I won't say anything else, it's better outside than at home, you! Be careful, stay with the teacher when you play again, lock the door when you sleep, and don't let others in. " I said impatiently, "Oh dear! I know. " That night, I was too excited to sleep. My mind was full of summer camp, and I forgot to bring my motion sickness medicine. I didn't remember it until the next morning. But looking back, I have gone a long way, and my mother is still looking at me there, as if I can't bear to part with me. I thought it would be terrible. It's a long way and I get carsick. Forget it, find a bubble gum to fill the number! Just unzipped, I found several prepared motion sickness pills lying in the most obvious place. I seem to understand something. My nose is sour, and involuntary tears fill my eyes and flow down to pack my bags, but I still think about my mother and care about her until I reach my destination. When I think of talking back to my mother before, I have an unspeakable heartache. I always thought I could live independently and struggle, but I was conquered by a motion sickness medicine.

Yes! Only after this incident did I understand the wonderful story I learned in Chinese: there is a book in the world that can never be read, and that is mother; There is the most mellow tea in the world, which is worth tasting forever, and that is maternal love; Motherly love is one of the most selfless feelings. It falls on our hearts like a drizzle in spring. Although silent, it moistens the famous seedlings.