yesterday,I came across a young mother who held a 2-year-old boy.The mother was teachingthe boy that was in her arms speaking the name of bottle,"pingzi".but the boy was always speaking "pinzi"again and again .
Tried as the mother did,the boy could not yet speak it correctly.Peaple and I who were around them could not help feeling anxious for the boy.For the reason that we were afraid the mother might be angry with the little boy.After all,nobody have tolerance teach such a slow boy.
To everyone' sueprise,the young mother did'nt even gave out a sigh which others might.It seemed that teaching her child to speak was the happiest thing she fell in the world.Smile on her face wasn't gone because of constant mistakes.
We everyone knew that it was love that drove the mother do like that .Suddenly,a strong emotion crowded into my mind.How about my mother and
When I was a child ,I also got that warmly love from my mother.Now I have grown up and she becomes older.Far away from home ,far away from my mother,gretetings are less and less.To raise and close not to stay.Taers were filled with my eyes.After a while ,I put out my phone and dialed the most familiar phone number ."Hello,mum,it's me .Are you OK?I miss you .Imiss home,very and very!"Something hot rolled down from my face.
