"There is a kind of love, great and ordinary, like moistening things in spring rain, like blowing the face and wind; there is a kind of love, selfless and broad, continuous, profound friendship." This is maternal love, never seeking return, always giving selflessly.

I remember when I was a second grade pupil. Once, my mother caught a bad cold and lay in bed, her face sallow. I asked my mother anxiously: "Mom, are you all right? Do you want to go to the hospital to have a look?" My mother smiled and said: "Good boy, Mom is all right, go to school quickly. It may rain heavily today, remember to take an umbrella." "The weather is so good, how could it be?" Then I ran out of the house in a hurry.

Sure enough, when the evening school was over, the sky suddenly rolled with dark clouds, and it began to rain heavily. The students were picked up by their parents one after another, leaving me alone in the classroom. What can we do about it? My mother was ill at home, and my father went on business again. It seems that I can't go home. "Yun Yun, Mom is coming to pick you up." While I was daydreaming, a weak voice came from the door. Ah, it's Mom. I saw my mother wearing a raincoat with an umbrella in her hand. In the rain, my mother came to me with difficulty.

"Mom, why are you here?" I asked my mother.

"Oh, I see you didn't bring an umbrella this morning. I was afraid you were worried, so I took a taxi to pick you up." I looked up at my mother. Her lips were pale and her face was more haggard than in the morning. I couldn't help worrying. "Well, let's go!" Mother took off her raincoat, put it on me, and opened her umbrella.

On the way, my mother and I didn't speak. I think maybe Mom is too tired. However, my mother always pays attention to me. Seeing my hair wet by the rain, my mother put her umbrella on my head, but most of her body was wet by the rain. I wanted to take some umbrella, but my mother stubbornly told me with her eyes: "No!"

When I got home, my mother suddenly had a fever at night because of the rain. Seeing my mother lying on the bed powerless, my heart was deeply hurt.

Mom, let your daughter whisper to you: Happy holidays! Your love has always warmed my daughter's heart. Your love has moved me all my life.