Motherly love is like a slowly flowing river, bringing clear, holy, selfless dedication and spring-like warmth ... My mother is a farmer, and she exudes the unique flavor of farmers. My mother is busy day and night for this family, cooking, washing clothes, cleaning the house, working in the fields and even supervising our homework, but I have never complained. I just did a few housework, and I feel that I have paid a lot. Standing in front of a simple, kind and hardworking mother, selfish me is like a boat in the universe. I remember once, I had a fever, but I was too worried about my mother to carry me to the village clinic in the middle of the night. Because there was no doctor on duty in the rural clinic at night, my mother carried me ten miles to the town health center. There was no one on duty in the health center in the town, and my mother cried and didn't know how to comfort her. There are too many examples of this kind of life. Life makes all our children experience or feel the greatness and selflessness of maternal love. Whenever I encounter difficulties, my mother's encouraging words always linger in my ears, and the warmth of maternal love ripples in my heart. I thank my mother for her lighthouse-like guidance, which gave me great strength and infinite courage, and made me get up from where I fell, face the long road confidently and walk step by step. Somehow, I have grown up, but the distance from my mother is getting farther and farther, as if there is an invisible wall between us. When I was a child, my mother and I were intimate, talking and laughing ... these seem to have left me and disappeared into the clouds. I began to neglect my mother's care, tired of her nagging, and even didn't want to be bound and restricted by her. I am willful, always silly to think that I have grown up, great, and can no longer be bound and restricted by my mother. Where's mom? Still maintained her deep concern and love for me. There are many differences between my mother and me, which is probably the so-called generation gap! Arguing with my mother has long been a common occurrence. Although it's my fault, I won't willingly say "I'm sorry" in front of my mother, so my mother gave in to me. I often say things that hurt my mother, but she must be bleeding for my "stupid" daughter's words. In my dream, I saw several wrinkles on my mother's smooth forehead, her black hair turned pale, and her straight waist became bent. I feel horrible. Is this my mother's old age? My heart sank, my nose was sour, and two lines of tears could not help falling down my cheeks. After waking up, I wiped the tears from my eyes. I regretted it ... I thought deeply about the dark night sky for a long time. Mother's love is like the vast sea, like the vast universe, boundless; Like a rushing river, it never stops. Because maternal love is boundless, my mother, at this moment, my daughter has a lot to say to you. ...