My mother has a stomachache and cares about my composition.

I remember when I was six years old, I went to school one day. My mother said, "It may rain today. I looked out of the window. The weather is fine. How can it rain? " So I went to school.

In the afternoon, just before noon, it rained heavily. Before I knew how to get there, my mother suddenly appeared. I ran out of the classroom happily and threw myself into my mother's arms. My mother said, "Come on, let's go home. Along the way, my mother kept moving her umbrella towards me, and she was half wet. I was very upset when I found out. My mother said, "children catch colds easily, but we adults are fine." "I heard that, I looked at my mother with tears in my eyes and found that her eyes were so kind and kind. I am like a delicate grass, my mother is like my rain and dew, warming my sun, and I thrive under my mother's care.

Mom cares about me and I love her.