Happy composition material on the calendar

Page after page, the calendar of life turns over, with sad tears, a bright tomorrow's vision, and a little happiness from maternal love.

Turn to a page of childhood, recording the heavy breathing sound of bicycles. When I was a child, I was in poor health and often fell ill. Going to the hospital became my daily routine. It was when my father was working in other places, so it became my mother's most important task to take me for intravenous drip after school every day. When I went uphill, the heavy breathing of the bicycle was intertwined with my mother's breathing, but it hit my heart like a heavy hammer, shaking and shaking. However, I know that I am happy, because sitting on a bicycle, grasping my mother's skirts, I know that I have caught a warm dependence.

Turn to the back page of the calendar and record a sad look and a gratified smile. When I was eleven or twelve years old, I had a whim and promised my mother to keep a diary every day. My mother told me with a smile that I must never break my word. When I am free, she will check it. However, at that time, it was the age of fun. Within a week, keeping a diary was forgotten. That afternoon, when I gave my diary to my mother with trepidation, I thought my mother would severely blame me, but she just gave me a deep look. Those eyes mixed with sadness and a little anger made me feel like an out-and-out bad student, and tears poured out like a disappointed market. My mother's hand came around and hugged me gently. Her breezy words passed by her ears: "In the future, I must keep my word." I nodded in despair ... now think about it, I was happy at that time, and my mother watered the seeds of my inner integrity.

The calendar turns to today, and when I go home at night, I hear my mother calling my nickname gently and see the smoke curling up on the roof. This is the most essential and mellow happiness. Today's calendar records the purest smile that my mother and I showed after crossing the heart bridge.

Calendars will turn from page to page, and happiness will be passed on again and again. Turn over a new page, and you will find that this page will record the happiness carefully created by your mother for you. ...