After I went to college, I became farther and farther away from home. I went home less and less often, and the opportunities to see my mother became less and less. The cold winter is coming again. I returned to my childhood in a dream on a winter night, and reunited with my mother again in my dream. The warmth of maternal love is enough to withstand every biting cold wind in winter. The little boy described in the poem is actually a microcosm of himself. When he was a child, every time he was sad or bullied, he would go home to his mother. My mother would pat my back, buy me things I like, and comfort me. Now that I am older, I often miss this feeling.
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