沫沫小公举
The pale yellow Twilight shone on her aunt and gave her a golden touch. She was playing with her brother, the hawk catching the chicken. She was the hen, standing in the front. I watched quietly, mother flashed across my mind.
When I was young, I have played the game, when the mother hen, stretching his arms, I hide behind her, clutching her clothes, from then on, her figure in my heart become very tall. I remember things that were big and small, and every time my mother helped me figure it out. She taught me how to grow up and taught me how to cope. She's like a hen protecting her chickens. I am always so small in her eyes, like a child who is not big.
Even if that time has gone back, but whenever I quarrel with my mother, I think about the game, I should not let my mother hurt, because she never hurt me.
I think one day I will use another stronger mother to protect me, just like the child who can't go back.
