Motherly love is the most precious and sincere feeling in life. Enduring maternal love is reflected in some small things in mother's daily life. Let's recall our mother's love and warmth together, express our sincere thanks to our mother, and make the relationship with our loved ones more harmonious in gratitude.
Let's share three "Grateful Mothers" compositions for your reference. When I was born, I cried for the first time. As a child, I stumbled and babbled. When I was older, I stepped into the campus and entered a long road to study. Now, I am about to enter adolescence and become a teenager. When you are sad, you brush away my sadness with the breeze that caresses the morning light; When it is cold, you use charcoal fire to melt the warmth of ice and snow into my cold heart, when it hurts. You moisten the flowers with rain and dew, and moisten all my pains. Since childhood, you have always been by my side, caring for me and never giving up.
In my study, you encouraged me and made me full of confidence. I remember once, I only got 79 points in the exam. I seem to have fallen into the abyss from the top of the mountain, and my heart is full of confusion and sadness. Going home with a test paper, I wandered around the house, afraid to go in. It took me a long time to summon up the courage to ring the doorbell. When I got home, you greeted me with joy as always. The table is full of food. I finished my meal in a hurry and told you my grades in a very low tone. Failure is the mother of success. As long as you work hard and don't give up, you will always succeed. How can you get plum blossoms without a little cold? This is just a storm, waiting for you is a gorgeous and beautiful rainbow. "After a few words, I forgot the taste of failure. Later, you patiently analyzed the wrong questions for me. Sweat soaked your cheeks, and a warm current came to your mind. Thank you for giving me strength when I needed encouragement most.
I still remember when I was a child, I liked moonlight best, and I loved walking on the path full of moonlight best. On a quiet night, the moonlight is dancing and gentle. You and I were walking on the path in the moonlight, and I suddenly felt uncomfortable. At first, I disagreed. After a while, my stomach began to hurt. Seeing that my condition was not good, you rushed to the hospital without saying anything. Along the way, you sweated and endured the biting cold wind, and finally arrived at the hospital. You are anxious.
Grateful heart, thank you all the way. You are not sunshine, you can warm my heart more than sunshine, you are not spring breeze, you can cleanse my heart more than spring breeze, you are not plum blossom, you are stronger and more beautiful than plum blossom. You are you, my forever mother, a mother worthy of my lifetime gratitude.
You are a bright light in the dark, so that we won't get lost in the dark. You are an umbrella in the wind and rain, sheltering us from the wind and rain, and you are the mother.
Some people say, "A mother's love is as deep as the sea." But I think the sea is still limited and maternal love is infinitely deep. Since we were born, my mother has devoted countless loves to us. She always stands by us silently and pays for us without any regrets. But as a son of man, how many of us can give our mother a deep hug when she is tired, stay with her when she is sad and give her a shoulder? Some of them think that their mother's contribution is deserved, so they greet her with a smile when they need it, and they are cruel when they don't need it, regardless of her feelings. You know, whoever pays is unreasonable to anyone, and mothers are sometimes very tired.
When the children go to Wan Li Road, the mother is worried that our growth will make her pay the price. As a child, will you still be indifferent when you see the marks carved by years on your mother's face? Are you also ashamed of your unkind words to your mother? Do you feel uncomfortable when you see your mother's stepfather Xi Si? Do you think that wisps of green hair are like steel needles, deeply rooted in your heart, and then it hurts every time you see it?
As we grow up day by day, so does mother. She has done too much for us. Now when I grow up, I have to rely on her to make her feel that her contribution is worthy of recognition. Besides, what about us? Mother is getting old day by day, and there are not many days to stay with us. As a human being, if we still have a trace of conscience, we should be grateful to our mother and be kind to her, and don't wait until "the child wants to raise and doesn't want to stay close" to know that we regret it for life.
Now the language is beautiful, but I can't find a word that can completely describe my maternal love. I can only say, "Thank you."
Time has passed quietly in the years, and my mother's face has wrinkles, which are the traces left by the past years, but she is still a beauty in my eyes.
The years in the cradle are so sweet and peaceful, and there is endless warm love in my mother's arms. I will never forget the expression of panic and anxiety on my mother's face when I was sick with a fever. It was not until I slept quietly in my mother's arms out of danger that a smile appeared on my mother's face. Worried mothers are always vigilant and even afraid of not sleeping well at night. She will never forget that when she first learned to walk, the expression on her face was half surprise and half worry, and she will never forget the joy on her face when she first came home with a perfect test paper.
From then on, I walked in my mother's eyes and walked through my childhood. After the flower season. Every time I fall, my mother will smile, pat off the dust for me and tell me calmly, "Nothing, it doesn't matter if I fall, stand up and move on." Whenever I make a mistake, my mother's arms will always be a place of tolerance and forgiveness. My mother has never asked me to give anything for her. Every success and every little achievement I have, I can get the most gratifying smile on her face. At this time, my mother's name is tenderness.
The days are sand, and I dare not hold fast or relax. I catch up with the early sun every day and send away the sunset glow wearily. In fact, in addition to textbooks, there are a lot of knowledge and truth about being a man. My mother taught me how to wear it. My mother has always been my full-time teacher, from babbling to toddler, from immature to mature ... leaves will fall, flowers will wither, and my mother's love will never be defeated. Autumn leaves fall all the time, but mother's love is endless. Pick a green leaf, pick a carnation and put it on mother's bedside. I can't keep time like quicksand, but I can keep your love. Your love is everywhere, no matter how disappointed I am, I can feel the encouraging eyes between the lines.
The greatest love in the world is maternal love, which gives silently and asks for nothing in return. Thank you, my dear mother.