I like mom's noodles very much. The noodles rolled by my mother are very elastic, fine and even. No matter how they are cooked, the water is clear, and the noodles are always flexible. Whoever eats them will say good.
Our family doesn't often eat noodles. It's because it takes time and effort to roll out noodles. Once, I said casually, "I like noodles cooked by my mother best." So my mother cooked it for me every other day. Every time I roll out noodles, my mother always likes to say something to me: how to be a person, how to do things, how to learn and so on. Looking at my mother's mature and powerful hand, I always feel warm in my heart. The time passed year by year under the rolling pin, and I grew up gradually. Once, when my mother rolled the noodles, I suddenly found that my mother had some difficulty rolling the noodles. When my mother raised her hand to lift her drooping hair, I found that there was a white hair in her hair! Looking at my mother, I feel a little more uneasy with gratitude.
Not long ago, when I went home, I said to my mother that I would go to Nanle for the exam. The next day, my mother rolled the noodles and waited for me. I got the 9th place in that exam. I knew that it was my mother's noodles that poured too much emotion, too much confidence and too much strength.
If one day, my mother can't roll noodles any more, but I believe that at that time, my mother's love for me will be deeper and stronger! Because my mother's love for me has no end, is infinite, is eternal, so my mother loves me, I will love my mother more.