Qian' an Sanlihe composition is 200 words.

After school in the afternoon, as soon as I left the school gate, I saw a familiar figure shaking back and forth.

Huh? Isn't that my mother? I hurried over, and my mother saw me and said, "honey, I'm watching you." I'm fine at home, I'll pick you up. " I said happily, "OK, let's go home." When I got home, I quickly unloaded my heavy schoolbag. My mother saw that I was very hot and said, "Look at the sweat on your head, I'll peel an apple for you." My mother picked a big red apple from the refrigerator, washed it with water, then lowered her head and cut it with a small knife. Suddenly, I saw my mother's hands become rough, and my mother also aged a lot. After peeling the apple, my mother kindly put the peeled apple into my hand, looked at me and said, "Eat!" " "I took an apple and took a bite. This bite ate my mother's deep love for me.

Although this is an ordinary little thing, it contains my mother's deep love for me.