My dearest, when it comes to love, I always think of one person at once - my mother.
My mother's smiling face, like a gentle breeze, gently swept into my heart, driving away the cold, bringing warmth, letting beautiful flowers open in my heart, making spring always in. As long as I see my mother's smiling face, it will make my mood "spring like all seasons", and my smile will always hang on my face.
Mother's black and shiny hair naturally falls down, as smooth and soft as black silk, with eyebrows in front and shoulders in back, accompanied by some small curls. It looks so soft with black hair.
She doesn't like to talk, and even I seldom hear her talking and laughing loudly. She always likes to hear others talking and laughing. At most, she just smiles lightly. Mother's glasses are smart, and the tip of her eyes is slightly plucked from the sideburns; black eyes, from time to time there are sparks in the pupil, but the white eyes are pale and light blue; single eyelid, eyelashes are not long, but black and dense, making the eyes as hazy and unpredictable as surrounding clouds. It makes me unpredictable.
Mother's ears are white and red. The earrings are clear. The outer and inner rings are well proportioned. It looks like a work of art carved by a carving knife. Plus two beautiful silver rings, it is even more beautiful and moving.
The most striking is the mother's red mouth, lips as bright as pomegranate flowers. As soon as she opened her mouth, an enviable row of white almond like teeth appeared.
Mother's life is very simple, dressed in general. Always like to wear a duck egg green shirt and gray pants, as if only in this way can she show her medium height.
This is my mother, this is my dearest person.