Motherly love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Maternal love is great; Motherly love only knows how to give and expects nothing in return.
Motherly love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.
Children all over the world, looking at the mother with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?
The love my mother gave me was real, simple, severe and sometimes poetic.
In a trance, my thoughts returned to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, that is the mother who is working hard; I saw a tired figure, that is my mother knitting cold clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, that is, my mother was happy for my study progress.
Think carefully, in this life, when did I lose my mother? Whenever I cry, my mother comforts me; Whenever I feel like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother will open her wide arms and give me warm and loving breath.
But maternal love can be very strict sometimes. I have always had a bad habit of carelessness. Once, after I went to physical education class at school, I accidentally lost my clothes. When I got home, my mother severely criticized me. But I know that my mother is actually very sad and doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.
Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. Mothers, who escort their children all their lives, silently guide their children behind their backs.
Can we repay our mother's love for us? As Ode to a Wanderer said, "But there is a little affection for an inch of grass, and I get three rays of spring."
My mother is 400 words. My mother is of medium height and looks beautiful with big eyes. Mother can't dance or sing, but she has a pair of dexterous hands. Mom is a makeup artist, and the makeup made by skillful hands shines brilliantly. When I was growing up, there were many stories, some were happy, some were sad, some were interesting and some were unforgettable ... These things shone like pearls and moistened my heart like a small spring rain. I remember once, when my mother opened my test paper, her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy. She snapped, "Cong Cong, what is this?" "I copied your signature because I was worried that you were too busy to sign." I dare not look up at my mother, just answer in a low voice. "Mom again busy also shouldn't sign for parents? ..... "Mom more say more angry, I was silent. I understand that my mother's anger and nagging are love, and love grows with me. When I make some achievements, I always get carried away. At this time, my mother warned me that "pride makes people go backwards". When I fail to do something, my mother will tell me to continue my efforts next time with gentle eyes. And encourage me: "don't lose heart, you are always the best in my mother's mind!" " "Mom, you have taught me many valuable life lessons. I love you, Mom!
My mother is not very tall, with long hair and bright eyes. She always smiles at people. My mother is strict with me. She saw me playing before I finished my homework, and her face immediately turned from sunny to cloudy, so I had to do my homework quickly. She will praise me when I see that my homework is better.
Once, I came home from school and went to play computer without doing my homework. As soon as my mother came back, she asked me if I had done my homework. I said yes, I went to play computer again. But my mother asked me to take out my homework and let her check it. I don't know what to do at the moment. My mother saw me and understood everything. Call me to my side and say, "son, your main task now is to study." Do your homework before you do anything else. " I hurried to do it, scribbled it, and played computer again. But my mother quietly read my homework and said, "come and rewrite it!" " "I hate it, but my mother still wants me to rewrite it. After a while, my mother came over and saw that my handwriting was much better than before. She said happily, "You are serious, but you still write well!" " "I am very happy to hear this news.
This is my mother, a caring and strict mother!
My mother has a person in this world. She is ordinary, but at the same time she is great. It was she who gave me life and raised me through hard work. Ta gave me the warmest love in the world. This ordinary and great person is my mother.
My mother is tall, slightly thin and looks slim. Not only that, my mother loves cleanliness. The sanitation of our home is always clean, which can be said to be spotless. In addition, as long as there is a little stain on our clothes, she must take it off at once, and not only take a bath every day, but also ask my father and I to develop a good habit of taking a bath.
I remember when I was in grade 0/2 of primary school/KLOC-every night, when I went to bed, my mother would tell my father some short stories, including the heroic story of "the road is uneven" and the story of filial piety. Besides, most of them talk about how to deal with people.
It is said that parents are the first teachers in life, and mothers set an example. Bit by bit is deeply affecting me, and I will go further and fly higher.
I am very grateful to my mother. She has worked for me for ten years and worried about me. I deeply appreciate the greatness of my mother. Mom, your love is like a ray of bright sunshine, which illuminates my heart. Your love is like a crystal drop of rain, dripping on my heart and nourishing my heart.
It was you who held my hand and took me to take the first step in my life. I can be your child. This is a great honor.
Thank you for your meticulous education over the years. Thank you, my mother.
My mother is a talkative person: "Bauer, get up!" " "Two treasures, danger, come down quickly." "Two treasures, how did you make this problem wrong again?" "Bauer, you can't play, don't sleep!" "Two treasures, two treasures ..." Anyway, I think my mother is a little annoyed.
My mother is a gentle mother. She talks about it so gently, for fear of disturbing any coward in the world.
My mother is a helpful mother. I remember when I was a child, my mother took my brother and me to the park to play. A chubby big brother slipped and fell off the horizontal bar. My mother flew past like an arrow, carefully checked if my little brother was injured, helped him to rest in the pavilion and informed his family in time.
My mother is versatile, can change the Rubik's cube, play the ethereal drum and invent delicious food! When it comes to the invention of food, mom can cook anything, from seven dishes and eight bowls to outdated holiday banquets, to exquisite and delicious homemade "mini cakes" and anything you can think of. I remember once, my brother and I were greedy for instant noodles, but my mother tried not to let us eat these nutritious foods since childhood. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? In order to meet our little request, my mother magically mixed noodles, pressed noodles and fried noodles. In less than an hour, we actually ate "Mama" instant noodles.
For us, my mother is working hard every day and tirelessly. We know that mom's nagging is also love, so I shouldn't bother her. Mother has always sheltered us from the wind and rain like a big tree and cared for our growth with her heart. She is really the perfect mother forever!
"My Mother" is 400 words, and the word "mother" must be familiar to everyone. Mother is also an indispensable role in our lives. I saw a picture recently, and I feel quite good.
In the picture, a woman of about 30 years old is holding a child of about six or seven years old. But she doesn't look like a housewife. She is wearing a pair of silver high heels, black short sleeves and a black and white skirt. She has a black leather bag in one hand and her child in the other. But she seems to have just finished her work, not only holding a wallet in her hand, but also carrying a bundle of vegetables and a big pink schoolbag. Obviously, this belongs to her child. And her child, with one hand on her mother's shoulder and two eyes behind her, is full of curiosity.
This shows how hard this mother has worked. After a day's work, she is exhausted, but she still has to go to the market to buy food, take her daughter home, and do laundry and cook when she gets home. Isn't it that our mother needs to work every day, but she still has to take care of us after a day's work, even Superman can't carry it.
Think again, how much pain your mother will suffer when you are born in this world. When you come to this world, it will decide you!
When you know all this and how hard your mother works, you will still complain about your mother, won't you? Will you still talk back to your mother and fight with her? I swear I won't.
So my mother loves us, and I also realized my mother's hardships and difficulties from this photo. This photo is ordinary, but extraordinary, because it makes me know my mother again!
My mother is 400 words. My mother is the same as all mothers in the world, but not exactly the same. My mother is a pediatrician in women and children's hospital. What impressed me the most was that there was a warm heart hidden in the white coat.
Mom is very busy at work, and she has to treat many children every day to protect their health. I don't know how many children have been restored to health by her wonderful hands. No matter how busy she is, she will take time out to help me with my study. For my healthy growth, she cooks good food for me every day. So when people praise me for my good health, I always say it's my mother's credit.
Once I had a cold and a fever. When my mother came home from work, she immediately put me to bed regardless of the fatigue of a day's work. Listen to my heartbeat, take my temperature, look at my throat, and run around busily. After the diagnosis, I was soaked in steaming cold medicine and blew a mouthful of cold medicine into my mouth. Thin sweat appeared on her face, full of love and concern. My mother has been rubbing my body and applying a towel to my forehead since I went to sleep after drinking medicine. Under her careful care, the fever finally went down. But my mother didn't sleep a wink all night and kept watching over me. I can clearly see a thin wrinkle in the corner of her eye. Mom, you have worked hard!
It's terrible to be angry when you love my mother so much. Whenever I am lazy and don't study hard, I will be criticized seriously. The way she glared and cursed was fierce. Although I don't like the way she gets angry and criticizes me, I know it's for my own good, so I still love my mother.
Motherly love is an umbrella in the rain, and my wet face is under the umbrella; Motherly love is a childhood ballad, a melody that will never change in memory, and a deep warmth hidden in a serious white coat. Mom, I love you!
My mother is 400 words. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time-my birthday. At the thought of receiving various gifts from friends, such as birthday cards, I feel very happy when I see that warm blessing. When I entered the kitchen, my mother was squatting on the ground to choose vegetables, and her unmodified bangs covered her forehead. Alas, my mother only wears that gray coat and never knows how to listen to music and enjoy life. She always knows how to be busy.
My mother suddenly looked up at me and said, "Today is your birthday. Mom will cook some good dishes and have fun when relatives and friends come. " "Mom, whatever. There's no need to do so much." I also squatted down to help my mother. When I started to do it, I looked at my mother carefully. I found it. Mom is actually very beautiful. Although the busy housework made my mother's face wrinkle prematurely, I can still imagine the beauty of my mother when she was young.
I couldn't help but gently stroke the strands of hair behind my mother's forehead and ears, and then said softly, "Mom, if you dress up, it will still look good."
Mom shook her head and said with a smile, "What are you dressed like this for when you are old?"
I looked up at my mother carefully, looked at her still bright eyes and said to her, "Mom, you are not old, you are still young!" " "
My mother smiled happily after listening to my words. That smile looks young and full.
My mother has a round face, almond eyes, double eyelids and curly hair. How beautiful! My mother is a fiery mother who does everything quickly, but she has a daughter who is as slow as a turtle.
Every morning at six o'clock, I get up, brush my teeth and wash my face slowly, and my mother, who has brushed her teeth and washed her face quickly, has gone to make breakfast. Seeing my slowness, she urged me: "Wang Yuanyuan, hurry up and stop dawdling!" When I went to change clothes after breakfast, my mother was already packed and waiting for me at the door. My mother began to urge me to say, "Wang Yuanyuan, hurry up, you will be late for school!" " In this way, at the urging of my mother, I finally went out to school. However, without my mother's urging, I might often be late. I am a slow child!
After school in the evening, my mother took me home. After washing our hands, we began to change clothes. I'm slow. Where's my mother? She has quickly changed her clothes and gone to work. Then, I was constantly urged by my mother to have dinner, do my homework, take a shower and brush my teeth ... Finally, my mother urged me: "Wang Yuanyuan, stop fooling around and go to bed!" So until I went to bed, my mother urged me to do things all day.
Although my mother is a little wordy, it is also good for me, because my slowness has also delayed many things. Slow is really not a good habit. No matter how long my mother urges me, I will try my best to correct the slowness. Look at my mother!
My mother was walking with 400 words and 10 and found herself on her way home. I think it's my own fault. I didn't finish my homework, went out to play, and quarreled with my mother. Should I? Thinking of my mistakes, I feel a little sorry for my mother. Forget it, I'd better hurry home. I think my mother must be in a hurry. What time is it now? I turned on my cell phone. Oh, my God! Eleven missed calls, twenty short messages, you know, mom rarely sends messages, almost never. Suddenly, how will she feel? I dare not call back for fear of hearing my mother's anxious voice. I quickly sent a short message, "Mom, I'm home." Then I ran home with all my strength, home-that's my refuge.
When I got home, I took out my key and gently opened the door. I crept into the house and the light came on. My mother came out of the room and said to me calmly, "Go to bed after taking a shower." After washing, I lay in bed thinking that my mother would forgive me. My mother's expression has told me that she has forgiven me. My mother is very tolerant to me, but I am always rebellious, always covered with thorns, making others bloody aware of their existence. I rode on the plain of life, and my mother accompanied me all the way in my underage days, with no regrets. Mother is a flower, let me learn tolerance; Mother is a flower, which has taught me patience. Mother is a flower, let me learn to pay; Mother is a flower, which taught me to be strong; Mother is a flower, which taught me to persist.
"A loving mother holds a thread in her hand and makes clothes for her wayward boy's body" makes me truly realize the greatness of maternal love. Mom is a flower in my life, the most important flower in my life, and the most beautiful flower in my life. It also made me deeply understand, "But an inch of grass has a lot of affection, and he has three spring scenery." The real meaning!
My mother's 400 words are 1 1. My mother is a perfectionist, painter, photographer and gourmet ... She is the perfect goddess in my heart, but sometimes she is a little confused.
My mother's paintings have her own style. She can draw anything as vividly as a magic pen. She won the prize in the art exhibition of Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. She is an art teacher and brought a group of children who love painting and were invited to open classes in our school!
Every school activity can always see a figure running before and after with a camera. This is my mother. As long as the students in our class see her lens, they can't help posing. Since then, the students in our class have developed the habit of chasing the camera.
My mother is very demanding on ingredients when cooking. The ingredients must be fresh and beautiful, so that the dishes made are both beautiful and delicious. Eating mother's cooking is not only like appreciating art, but also a kind of enjoyment on the tip of the tongue.
My perfect goddess is actually a little confused sometimes. Once she came back from the market and put the dishes in the refrigerator, and her mobile phone was also in the refrigerator. You should have guessed the next thing! Our whole family frantically helped my mother find her mobile phone and almost turned the house upside down. We all looked in the car, but there was no sign of the cell phone. My mother said bitterly to herself, "Well, I must have lost my mobile phone." Dad was in a good mood and comforted him by saying, "Nothing, don't worry, maybe you don't look for it, it will come out by itself in a while." Sure enough, it was time to make lunch. In a flash, my mother shouted excitedly in the kitchen: "I found my mobile phone!" " "My mother took the recovered mobile phone and jumped happily like a child. Do you think my perfect goddess is sometimes a little confused?
After listening to my introduction, do you like my mother?
My mother is 400 words 12 late at night, and only my mother's room is still lit. I was worried that my mother was working hard again, so I put on my clothes to see what she was doing. She looked back at me and said, "Yao Hong, the weather forecast says there will be a strong wind tomorrow. I'll finish your sweater, so go to bed. " "Mom, I'm not cold, so take a rest!" She shook her head and said, "Go to rest and leave me alone." I reluctantly went back to my room. Lying in bed, I can't sleep, and the past is vivid.
One day last summer, it was raining heavily outside the classroom. After school, many students were picked up by their parents, only me and several other students were still staring at the dense raindrops on the window. I thought: isn't mom coming to pick me up? Just then, my mother came. She said, "Son, I'm really sorry. My mother slipped on the road and my car broke down, so I was late. " On the way home, my mother pushed the car against the wind and rain. I said to her, "Let me help you push." She said, "Mom is not tired, so I'd better push." Actually, I know my mother is very tired at this time.
One night, I had a high fever and blisters on my lips. Mother hurried to the street and called a taxi to take me to the hospital. The doctor gave me medicine after the injection and told me to go home and have a good rest. During those days, my mother often sat by my bed and took good care of me. She peeled apples for me, brought me water and medicine, and wiped my face with a hot towel. She is very busy. Under the careful care of my mother, my illness soon recovered. However, my mother lost a lot of weight. Looking at my mother's kind eyes, bright smile and kind figure, I felt a warm current in my heart. ...
This is my mother, and I love her forever.
My mother 400 words 13 My mother is not tall and has long curly hair. A pair of beautiful big eyes are full of tenderness. She always smiles at people. My mother is strict with me. If you see me playing before I finish my homework, her face will turn from sunny to cloudy at once. I have to do my homework at once. When she sees my homework well done, she will immediately smile into a flower, praise me and give me encouragement.
I remember once in a math exam, I made a mistake in a question, and she actually asked me to rewrite all the questions. I reluctantly rewrote the test paper according to her request, and when it was all finished, she came to check it. She read the paper carefully and said happily, "it's not that you can't write, but that you are too careless." You must be careful when you write your homework in the future! " "I am very happy after listening to her words. Mom has done a lot for me. She once had a job she liked very much-opening a clothing store. Business is doing well. She gave up her beloved job for a better school for me, left her hometown and bought a house opposite the school to study with me, just to make my school closer to the school and have more rest time.
This is my mother, a caring and strict mother!
My mother 400 words 14 In real life, there is touching maternal love everywhere. Motherly love is great love. All mothers will express their maternal love for their children in various ways. The following story of maternal love moved me very much.
This is what I witnessed with my own eyes. One day, when I was playing in the park, I saw a mother taking her lovely child for a walk. The child looks only two or three years old and can't walk steadily with his mother. Suddenly, the child slipped and his mother told him to get up by himself, but the child just wanted his mother to pick him up. She didn't hug him, so he began to cry. His mother continued to encourage him to get up by himself. Mother shook her head and pretended to be angry. She stopped not far from him. The child cried for a while and gradually stopped crying. Then she stood up slowly and waddled to his mother.
I'll never forget the mother's turning away. How hard it is to do this on a mother! Everyone present knows how much a mother wants to help her son and help him up. However, as a mother, she can only do this, so that children can learn the truth that they have to get up by themselves when they fall. If his mother had picked him up at that time, he would have to wait for his mother to help him up every time he fell, relying on his mother instead of being independent.
It's great to let children grow up through tempering in different educational ways!
My mother is 400 words 15. One person who is familiar to everyone in this world is my mother.
Don't say that although I see my mother every day, I have never looked at her carefully. Her tall and thin body is always so busy, like a never-ending machine. My mother has a pair of bright eyes. Although she wears short-sighted glasses, she can see my heart through the lens. My mother is a doctor. She is a person who is extremely serious and responsible for her work, and she is also a person who keeps learning and pursuing progress. She is not only an excellent pediatrician, but also an excellent psychotherapist. I admire her very much.
Mom's mobile phone is busy all day. It is often her classmates and friends who call to ask about the child's illness. No matter whether my mother was eating or busy at that time, she would stop and patiently explain to them what to do. Sometimes I have to comfort a few anxious parents. I sometimes ask my mother, "What you hear every day is other people's illnesses and troubles. Aren't you bored? " Mom always smiles and says, "It is rare for a person to be trusted by so many people. You can help so many people, which shows your value." . Although I don't quite understand my mother's words, I feel that my mother has many good friends.
My mother is very serious about everything. She is always meticulous about my work, study and care. My mother often tells me that if you want to do something, you must do it seriously and wholeheartedly. No matter what the outcome, you didn't feel sorry for yourself and didn't waste your time.
My mother is an ordinary person, but I am often moved by her behavior and words. My mother is the most beautiful in my heart. When I grow up, I will be a serious and responsible person like my mother.