Throughout the ages, many famous literati in China have left many eternal poems praising maternal love. But I think maternal love is as pure, transparent and selfless as snow, without any flaws.

Since I was sensible, I don't know how many times I talked back to my mother, how many times I hurt my mother's heart, and I always made my mother cry secretly. Anyway, I was not a good boy at that time. But what happened four years ago completely changed me. I remember being naughty at that time. Although my teachers and parents warned and dissuaded me many times, it was useless. I often turn a deaf ear to these suggestions, and sometimes even the teacher thinks that I am a hopeless student, and I don't care at all.

That day, the teacher called you again and said I didn't do my homework. You asked me if it was true, and I casually said yes. Suddenly a slap in the face hit me loudly, and tears of burning injustice could not help but flow down. I ran out of the door crying and said sadly to my mother, "In fact, you don't love me at all." Later, I hid in a fairly large cement tank and cried and criticized your dribs and drabs. I let you shout your voice out, but I didn't answer you. Looking at your anxious figure, I am not only unhappy after a little bit, but also a little lost, and even feel that this is too much. Maybe I was too tired to cry and fell asleep in it. I think you've been looking for it for a long time (because my hiding place is absolutely secret, most people must have to look for it for a long time). Aunt Zhang, a neighbor, said that you found me late and took me home, even without a chance to catch my breath. In my sleep, I seemed to hear a kind voice calling me, yes, it was my mother's voice.

The next morning, you still make breakfast for me and then go to work. You left me a letter when you left. I opened the envelope and said in the letter, son, do you know what a sad thing you said yesterday? Silly child, there is no mother who doesn't love children, but I love you more ... I cried, and my tears wet the letter paper and slipped from my hand. I regret and blame myself for saying such cruel things. Mom, as long as you can forgive me for what I did before, I will definitely repent. When you came back at night and found my eyes red, you asked me anxiously what happened, whether someone bullied me and so on. I shook my head and cried to my mother, "Mom, I'm sorry, I won't make you angry again." You were shocked at first, but then you came to your senses. You didn't say anything, just held me tightly in your arms. You also cried, but I know it's a relief, because your tears are sweet.

Mom, I love you forever! Because only you can give me that special love-that is maternal love.

Sacred maternal love

"... when rescuers found her, she was already dead and crushed to death by the collapsed house. Through the cracks in the piles of ruins, you can see her dead posture, kneeling on the ground, crawling forward with her whole upper body, supporting her body with her hands on the ground. Some people bow down like the ancients, but her body has been crushed and deformed ... Rescuers reached in through the cracks in the ruins to confirm that she was dead and her child was lying under her body. Small quilt wrapped in red flowers, about 3 or 4 months old. He was not injured because of the protection of his mother's body. He was still sleeping quietly when he was taken out. His sleeping face makes everyone present feel very warm ... ","There is a mobile phone in the quilt that wraps the child, and a short message is written on the screen "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you! "

After reading this report, I can no longer control my feelings and can't cry. I know there are too many touching stories and pictures in the earthquake, and this great mother shocked my heart.

I don't know how many people will cry because of this mother's deeds, but I know that this child is lucky, and his mother gave him a second life! Perhaps, in the dream, he thought his mother was hugging him with warm arms, and he was still mumbling a lullaby of' Baby, go to sleep'.

This great mother, we can imagine how reluctant she is to leave, and she has not had time to see her children saved; As a new mother, she hasn't had time to feel the joy of her child calling her mother for the first time, and she hasn't come to see her smiling face again ... She must be very painful when she edited that last message.

Bless the children who are still in infancy to grow up safely! Pay tribute to this great mother! ! !

Motherly love for thousands of years

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is the aging ... elderly people in their twilight years. It is impossible to cry for their mothers without moving people, and they cannot but cry for their return and wander."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, deep and pure, elegant and light;

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi Rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

Nowadays, we give our mothers more connotations.

We compare our motherland to the mother who raised hundreds of millions of children in China. We are sincere to her, sharing life and death. For thousands of years, thousands of children ran for help and died generously for the suffering motherland. They spilled blood on the earth, in the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, holding on to the souls of thousands of children in Qian Qian!

We compare the earth to a mother, who has raised all the people in the world. When we look at this beautiful planet from space, we will think that she nurtures all things in the world with deep maternal love, and also makes human beings no longer feel lonely in boundless space.

Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world and interpret the lingering maternal love. The cantata and compulsion between pavilions on the high platform have gradually faded away, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared into oblivion. Only the love of loving mothers has passed through thousands of years of time and space!

It is history that endows maternal love with eternal depth, and it is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their mothers.

Let's give more care to our mothers, and let's say "safe life" to mothers all over the world!