Love, in the summer evening

In the summer, the sun is the enthusiasm, each invited comes along. The wind change shape, no longer seems like a ruthless and warm up tender feelings. The rain is what people want, it can bring cool and refreshing and warmth. Cicada, although the hard, want to dispel the air of that hot. The sun and the earth heat wave, the joys heat rolling. The door ShaZaoShu down a piece of a cool, in the garden, food grows serene. Mother sitting under the tree, the sole beside her, I read a book. The tree, like sparrows chatter like in discussing an important matter, and suddenly the call all at once flew away. I put down the book I see, the mother is focused on the sole needle, in her hand on her head, skillfully dancing the white hair has a particular dazzling. Somehow I mind a acid, tears is full eye socket.

Mother like shoes, no matter the adult child shoes, she will do it, and a beautiful, can say is allowed to resist. Before, our whole family farm life bitter shoes, and they are all of his mother's. Mother always said: "I do not buy the shoes of shoes is poor, dressed and comfortable, what is there against it," is really so, a mother, for I did double TiaoRong brown cloth shoes. I wear up to go to school, class classmate all kua does well. Looking at the classmates envy of look in the eyes, I'm proud of it.

Remember my childhood, summer is the season of the most busy mother. In addition to the team working in the family every day, from home to the life, and feed the two pigs, used to feed the pigs is very troublesome, to cut the grass, and to cooking, mother working in the back, every day with a bag of grass. To the pig in the pot boil poison, busy cooking the dinner, my house again often eat very late. Have a group of chicken, is to feed the grass. The wheat cut, and busy picked out harvester grain. Hundreds of acres of ground, can pick up TiaoTian run three or four pounds of wheat. The summer harvest busy was finished and busy making rice wine, the mother of the sour and sweet and delicious, rice wine do by the neighbors like. Dozen rice wine! A mother shouted, the neighbors in droves. At this time, the mother excited, on the face with a flush and black hair oil into the brain, the most beautiful. She took YaoZi happy to take the neighbors played the basin of basin stand. And then, turn the fire, I take out the wheat, do continue to cook rice wine.

At that time, the mother like it is spinning gyroscope with the sun, the race together. From sunrise to sunset, black hair dry from oil dry to gray hairs. With the continuous love, our sister three people up adult.

Now, my side of the mother still busy, is the home, for her children still in worry about. The wind from the head, the floating down the mother forehead as a wisp, sent the cool idea. The leaves rustle, like in a whisper, mother put a needle light grey hair in brain. Pick Gently said to himself: "your daddy severe ah! Every time to give him the sole, pierced my hands a few times." Say that finish a finger in his mouth suck. I want to say, now days. No more good shoes, I can go to buy! Finally didn't say, I know the mind of the mother.

The sun's smiling face, and finally into the cloud. Hide The wind slowly turned to shake up the branches,. The air was wet the flavor. Rain is falling all alike, first scattered about sporadic. And then is thick as silk. A day is a hot and dry wash and light, the remaining cool and delightful. Mother happy to look like a child, wrinkles and stretch open like a flower, a beautiful. I suddenly, head of waving dark hair appear the mother, that's heartache!!!!! The small courtyard of the flowers bloom is colourful, thick fragrance refreshing. After the rain of the summer, will be more pure and fresh and charming, I think, because it contains love flowing in the thick mother.