In a freezing winter, will you feel cold? If it were me, I would say: “No.”
White snow is like a small silver bead, like a little raindrop, one after another hangs up the white curtain. Looking up through the light snow curtain, the tall elementary school building in the distance is faint; my mother walked me through the most darkness placed in the whole world…
Early in the morning, my mother sent me to school.
“wuuuuuuuuu” Blowing, whistling, the cold wind is like a sharp sword hitting us towards the ground, cold snowflakes drilling into our collars and sleeves without any scruples. My mother turned her head in the cold wind and told me: “Richard, the snow is slippery, you step in my footsteps, don’t wet your shoes.”
Mom’s words drifted far, far away in the wind, and my heart became hot regardless of the cold wind and the heavy snow.
My mother walked in the front, and I stepped on my mother’s footsteps in the back. Though it only two minutes of walking but I felt like hours had passed. When I was approaching the school, suddenly I slipped and sat in the snow, as the cold snow-wet my pant, my mother turned around and pulled me up. I was shocked by my mother’s frosty, snow-covered eyebrows and eyelashes; I never thought it would be so hard to walk in front; I didn’t know that I walked so far behind with almost no resistance; I was staring at my mother’s snowy face, my tears start running down my face, “Are you ok?” my mother asked me. Still, the word freezes in her breath, I felt like there is a marshmallow in my throat, I can’t say anything, I turn around and start walking behind my mother again.
Walking on the footsteps that my mother made by, feeling the warmth left by her when she walked by.
Looking back, a string of winding footprints stretched behind her, a line of prints full of mother’s love.
Many times, love only needs a look, a cup of warm water, or a footprint. This will be enough to make people cry. I have long been unable to find the footprints in the snow, but the sense of trust, warmth, and touch in those footprints are firmly imprinted in my heart.
The silent footprints often contain infinite mother’s love.