"Sleep, sleep, my dear baby." Gentle whispers still seem to be in the heart, never forget.
The morning light slowly fell on the earth. At the moment when the sun rises, a baby cry rings out in this world, with a quick and curiosity about the world. One side of the mother has been tired and nearly fainted, but gently humming a lullaby, the baby stopped crying, into a beautiful dream.
"Mother, I I can't sleep. " 1、 In the second grade, I groped for my parents' room in the dark, and quietly walked to my mother. She opened her eyes, and her eyes were still full of sleepiness, but she didn't get angry with me. She took me back to my room, turned on a small lamp, looked at me gently and gently under the light, and sang songs. With a soft voice, my mother's tender eyes and patting my hands behind my back have become the most beautiful scenery in my childhood.
Another autumn day, I stepped into the third grade of junior high school with high spirits, and met the huge wave of learning, but lost hope in the examination again and again. I became afraid to look at the mother's eyes, afraid to see the thick disappointment, bound me. I go to bed more and more late every day, just for the sake of learning to make a little progress, dark circles gradually appear in my eyes, but I can't help it. However, I never thought whether it was my own way wrong, at that time, I tried my best to hit the bridge of learning, and hit myself head and blood. Finally, before a big exam, I covered my eyes in front of my mother and cried. My mother touched my head and took a deep look at me. All I saw was concern and love. There was no look of fear. In the evening, my mother quietly entered my room, whispered "ha, I caught you!" and jokingly said, "sure enough, I didn't sleep well. Don't sleep in the exam room for tomorrow's exam. " I quietly went to bed, but found that my mother was also sitting at the head of the bed. She told me a series of stories about my fear of the dark when I was a child. Listening and listening, the deep sleepiness made my eyelids fight constantly. I closed my eyes. In the hazy, I seemed to hear voices whispering in my ears, singing the most moving songs. The next day in the examination room, my heart was like a drum beating, and my palms were full of sweat. I looked at the test paper in a daze. One by one, the Chinese characters were split and turned into an unintelligible appearance. Suddenly, I remembered the song that my mother was humming in my ears. The soft voice filled my heart again and drove away all the darkness and anxiety. I made up my mind to start a new journey. It was a journey that did not ask about the result, but only asked about the process. I danced with the song, fell with the night, and accompanied by the gentle eyes of my mother.
Looking back on my childhood, warm songs filled the whole world. Maybe the future will be fuzzy, but the soft tone will accompany me to a new day and linger in my heart.