How to write the composition Ode to the East Sun?

Mom, you are my sunshine in winter, driving away the cold for me and bringing me endless warmth. That winter came early, and when I was still rolling in the warm bed, my mother was already worried that I was watching the snowflakes flying outside the window. Knowing that I don't like wearing too many clothes, my mother put some thin and warm clothes by my bed and went shopping. The sun is hibernating, the ground is covered with snow, the leaves on the trees have already fallen out, and the river carrying yellow leaves stops on the shore, motionless. The wind is like a giant's hand banging on the doors and windows of every household. I slowly got out of bed, got dressed and walked onto the balcony. I saw the sun shining on the snow, and it was another good day to play. There are no friends downstairs, so I have to enjoy the snow alone. I walked to the river, picked up a stone and threw it on the ice. The stone bounced off the ice. Seeing that the ice is not broken, I want to go skating. However, as soon as I stepped on it, the ice cracked and the whole person plopped into the water. I shouted. At this time, my mother just came back from shopping. When she saw me fall into the water, she immediately dropped my food and ran towards me. She jumped into the water without saying a word, then lifted me up with all her strength, once, twice, three times ... finally, I climbed ashore with my mother's help. And mother, almost collapsed in the water. When my mother finally climbed up slowly with all her strength, she kept asking me, "How are you, son, despite her wet and cold mouth?" Are you okay? Is it frozen? Are you hurt? Tell mom! "I'm frozen and can't answer any questions. My mother struggled to get up and tried her best to carry me home quickly and change my clothes, while the water on her own clothes froze. My mother caught a cold because of this drowning. After more than a month, her body slowly recovered, but the root cause of cough fell behind ... Since then, every winter when I see this river, I will think of my mother jumping into the water without saying anything. As long as I hear the crisp and sweet sound of walking on the ice, I will think of the scene when my mother laboriously carried me home. I will never forget that winter.