Everyone has a perfect life, and there are many things that move you in this life. And I think what moved me most was this incident. I clearly remember that it was in the winter when I was five years old. I just learned to ride my own bike and I'm not familiar with it. It happened to be winter, and I don't know who spilled some water on the ground. It just snowed, cold and dry. As soon as I was not careful, I fell on the ice. At that time, the blood kept flowing downwards and the snow was dyed red. As soon as my mother saw it, she immediately carried me on her back and walked a mile to the village health center. At that time, the big bike had just deflated. When I got dressed, my mother carried me home again. When I got home, my mother was already sweating.