On everyone's growth path, mother has dedicated a kind of selfless emotion. My mother is the same, but her love for me is another form.

In order to broaden my horizons, my mother has taken me to travel everywhere since I was three years old. In order to make me learn to be strong, my mother never hugged me during the trip. Even when I fell, she looked at me with "stern" eyes-at my pleading eyes and at my tears until I got up. I don't understand my mother's ruthlessness. I only remember her faint sentence: "one day you will get up by yourself, and one day you will walk by yourself." I am doing it for your own good. " I am wronged for my mother's cruelty.

There is one more thing that I remember vividly. When I was a child, my mother asked me to learn piano. I had a piano lesson. I am in a very bad mood, so I am always listless in class. My mother was merciless to me and scolded me in class. I finished the next lesson in a fit of pique. I thought I could go home easily. Unexpectedly, my mother inexplicably called me to the side of the road and told me the content of the class. At this time, it began to rain, and the rain fell on me, but my mother completely ignored it. I shivered, tears could not help but flow down, but tears are always useless to my mother. Looking at mother's tight face, raised eyebrows, a pair of eyes flushed with anger shot two cold lights. Young me, I can only choose obedience. But deep down, I really hate my mother. It's still raining, and my mother's face has softened a little. She continued to give me the lecture until I understood it. Looking at the water on my mother's face, I don't know if it is rain or tears.

I spent eleven years in such a "deep hatred". But in the eleven years of growing up, with all kinds of achievements, I really understood the meaning of mother and chewed this love slowly. It turns out that every dress I wear, from top to bottom, is washed by my mother, and those hands are warmer than holding my hand in the heavy rain. I didn't know that my mother's simple sentence of "coming home early after school" was called "caring"; Unexpectedly, my mother is busy in the kitchen dragging her tired figure, which is called "love"; I didn't know that a cup of hot milk put in front of me in the morning was called "happiness" ... Now, when I grow up, I understand that this other form is kindness.

Mother is like a book, enlightening our wisdom;

Mother is like a window, which opens our hearts;

Motherly love flows into our hearts like a warm current.

NO2。

There is a trivial love in the world, and its name is maternal love. Motherly love has given me a lot of beneficial enlightenment.

Once, my mother told me that honesty is golden. As long as a person is honest, he can do great things. Honesty can't be bought with money. I have always kept my mother's words in mind. Several years have passed, and I still haven't forgotten what my mother said. On a sunny Sunday, my friends and I played football in the community. We had a good time. "Yes!" I don't know who shouted, but their team won. Instead of being depressed, we fought a life-and-death struggle with them more vigorously. A ball flew in front of us and rolled right at my feet. I kicked it hard and it flew out like an angry lion. I thought I could add a point to our team, but it was not only out of bounds, but also fell to someone else's house with a bang. Finally, I made up my mind not to run. An aunt came out of that house. I rushed to her and said, "Auntie, I'm sorry, I broke your glass." Aunt said softly, "Son, it's right to admit your mistake bravely. I'll give you the ball back. " My heart is as sweet as honey. On that day, I understood that honesty is the true meaning of gold, and it is also the good or bad of a mother.

I hate it when my mother talks to me, because my mother talks for hours, and I can't understand it. I pretend to have nothing to do with the class like a fool.

Although I don't like my mother preaching to me, I will understand that what she said is good for us. Although her words were fierce, they were soft and didn't want to hurt us.

Once, my brother and I quarreled, and my mother scolded: "Shuang Qian, you are so old, but you still have to quarrel with such a small one." Is it shameful to lose? " Later, when I got angry, I said in a grumpy tone, "I'm not embarrassed." It's obviously my brother's fault. Why should I be embarrassed? " It was him who was embarrassed. You don't know right and wrong, you only know how to protect the little ones. Do you know how I feel? How sad I am, I want to die, I can't stand this kind of abuse. Later, I ran to my room and cried quietly.

It was late, I was up and down, and then my mother walked slowly into my room. Hearing her haggard voice and seeing her faint figure, I felt that I had done something wrong. Later, my mother said to me slowly, "Shuang Qian, you shouldn't do this." You feel sick. I understand, I love my mother!

I have always believed that there must be a price. Just like I did a good deed, I want to be rewarded; I give you something, you have to give me money; I tell you the news, you must. ...

Once, it was my birthday, and I invited my friends to celebrate it. My friend gave me a present. When I learned that a classmate came to my house empty-handed, it seemed that it was not interesting at all, as if he had come to eat cake for nothing. I'm a little unhappy. My mother seemed to read my mind and said to me, "It looks good. Come on. You know, when you give someone a rose, there is a fragrance in your hand! " "Later, I soon forgave him. We ate the cake with relish. Mom's words made me understand that sharing happiness with others is the real happiness. ...

My mother's words inspired me and made me understand that giving someone a rose is more fragrant in my hand. These words are like a bright light on the road of life, shining me into the future …