Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Mother is selfless and great. With maternal love, no matter how big the difficulties and obstacles are, they all seem so ordinary.
Mothers are selfless. She can give up her life for the children. I once heard such a story: in the year of Wenchuan earthquake, my mother and her children who were only a few months old were watching TV at home. Suddenly, the whole building shook violently and was about to collapse because the main floor was too high to run. After a few seconds, they were crushed under the rubble. Fortunately, however, they were not crushed to death. After the building collapsed, their positions just formed an angle. They are lucky, because at least they are not crushed to death and still alive. However, in that case, without anything to eat, they may both starve to death soon. The child cried with hunger, crying like a sharp knife, cutting his mother's heart very painful. At this time, my mother couldn't help it any longer. She chose to give up her life and let her children live. Although she cherishes her life, she loves her children more. He let the child suck his own milk and soon died. Shortly after her mother died, rescuers detected life there when they were there to check whether there was life. That is, some people may think: is mom still alive? No, it's not that. The child is still alive. He's alive. Rescuers dug there for hours and finally found them. It's the baby who is still in a sweet dream with a smile on his face and seems to sleep soundly. People can't help but leave tears ... At that moment, people deeply felt the greatness of their mother!
Mother is great, and her words are pale, which I can hardly describe in words. If I were a painter, I would paint colorful love with a brush in my hand; If I were a musician, I would play the unspeakable love with musical instruments; If I were a poet, I would write a long poem to praise this charming charm. ...
The people who love us the most in the world are our parents. Their love is deep and strong. Whether they blame or praise, their starting point is the same-that is "love". Sometimes, the way parents love us will make us feel incomprehensible, but it is often these that will benefit us for life.
I remember when I was a child, I went to my good friend's house one day to play. When I was playing, I found a particularly beautiful little clip on the coffee table with three sparkling diamonds on it. I like this clip best. I couldn't put it down, so I secretly held it in my hand. When I got home at night, my mother saw it and said angrily, "The clip in your hand is not a birthday present from your aunt Zhang. Did I buy it from abroad?" Xiaoxiao likes it very much. Usually people don't let me touch her. Why do you have it now and give it back to me tomorrow? " I really didn't want to return it, so I argued, "Xiaoxiao and Aunt Zhang didn't see it, so I simply didn't return it." "No, you must return it. Taking something that doesn't belong to you without the permission of others is stealing. " Mom is more serious.
As time went on, I gradually forgot about it. Once, I heard grandma tell a story: a farmer's child stole a fish. His mother not only didn't criticize him, but also praised him as a clever boy and made him delicious fish soup as a reward. Later, he became more and more presumptuous. As an adult, he killed someone while stealing and was sentenced to death. Hearing this, I remembered my mother's strict requirements for me and was filled with emotion. Fortunately, the clips were sent back to Mix.
Parents express their love in different ways, so I thank my mother for pointing out the right way for me.
Mom, you are the sea, and I am just a spray in an instant. Although I have a variety of flashes in the lowest space for a while, I will fly back to my mother's arms in the shortest time. "What is the greatest love in the world? -maternal love. What is maternal love? Motherly love is the communication and induction between children and mothers. What is maternal love? Motherly love is the rainbow of children in the gray world. What is maternal love? Motherly love is the destination of a child's eternal soul. " I love my kind mother deeply. She is the first and last person I admire. When I start writing, I always see her raised eyebrows and smiling face. "When it comes to maternal love, you will naturally think of your mother, who is so great and always inadvertently surrounds us with love.
Maybe when we tidy up our schoolbags, we will find a bottle of milk or a piece of bread. That kind of silent care and silent love is the best interpretation of our mother. "Whenever we are in danger, we can't help calling our mother. This is an instinct, an instinct bred from our mother. "
Then, mom gave us everything, but we always broke her heart. Now let's say to her quietly, "Mom, I love you."
Maternal love, like a long river, is quiet and slightly rippling; Very clear, you can see pieces of pebbles; It gently sent me slowly forward.
I remember that since I was three or four years old, I have lived in the fairy tale world described by my mother. There are kind white rabbits, fierce wolves, clever monkeys and cunning foxes here ... It is in this fairy tale world that I begin to understand good, evil, beauty and ugliness, and begin to understand the truth of being a human being. I can't forget one time when I went home triumphantly and asked my mother for credit because the bus was too crowded and I didn't buy a ticket. Unexpectedly, she suddenly sank her face and threw a sentence over her face: "Is it worth losing her character for a few dollars?" I am very sorry to see her angry and hate. In the long years to come, whenever I think of it, this sentence will ring in my ear. So I seem to be in a clean stream, let the clear water wash away the dirt on my mind. Yes, maternal love is like this clean stream, which washes away children's body and mind day and night and keeps them clean.
Mom caught a cold recently. Although I took a lot of medicine, the effect was still not very good. This morning, I got up early to recite English and found my mother washing clothes in the toilet. Just then, a cold wind swept by, and I looked intently and found a wisp of silver on my mother's head. I suddenly felt sad and quickly turned my face to one side. Inadvertently, I saw a photo of "Seven Laws" hanging on the wall. There are two sentences on the photo: "The white-haired child is in debt and the years are deeply branded." I've read this poem many times, but it seems that I just figured out its true weight today! Thousands of Qian Qian mothers in the world regard raising their children as their bounden duty. They only think about "giving" all their lives. How noble this selfless character is! What a respectable spirit they bear the burden of humiliation and do their duty!
In the long river of maternal love, I spent thirteen spring and autumn. I know that in this quiet, clear and gentle river, every scoop and drop is the mother's youth, hard work and wishes. Thinking of this, I can't help reciting Meng Jiao's Ode to a Wanderer: "But how much affection there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring."
Life is a long journey. I interpret life as a lonely wandering, and the post station next to the road to my dream keeps stopping. Looking forward to a vigorous, a spectacular, until exhausted, suddenly looking back, surprised to find that the roadside is not only fragrant. ...
Maybe I've been in the sea for too long and it's a little swollen. When I returned to my home in Dai Yue, the word "tired" never came back to my face.
Turn on the light, and a steaming cup of milk tea on the table makes the small room extra warm. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk tea will arrive on time at this time every day, rain or shine. Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time.
Once upon a time, I could write a book like running water; But now, a short period of "maternal love" makes my thoughts stagnate, and a terrible blank is inexplicably created in my heart.
"Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, it isn't." "hasn't she done enough for you?" "No, it's not true." "Then why can't you express maternal love?"
I keep asking myself, I always let my head swell, and there is no answer. When I waved, I met milk tea, full of fragrance. As soon as I lifted my neck, milk tea instantly entered my stomach, and a warm current immediately rose from the next two days. I trembled all over and immediately put all my troubles behind me. Mom knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door. As soon as I turned around, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of sunshine. It seems that in this space less than 10 square meter, another small sun has risen. My mother saw that I had an empty cup in my hand. She just looked at her and immediately smiled. This is an irresistible smile that only ripples on my mother's face. I nodded, gently "hmm", looked at my mother and turned to go out.
At the moment when she went out, I suddenly had a flash of light. Is this maternal love? But people say maternal love is great, so I kicked it out of the house. I wanted to find the answer, but I stopped when I saw my mother. My mother asked, "Do you want another drink?" I smiled and finally understood that the greatness of maternal love lies in its ordinary, so the little sun rose in my heart, above my long journey. Because I know how to cherish, cherish flowers and plants, cherish the deep love in ordinary milk tea. I also know that loving my mother is something I can do.
A closer look shows that the cup of thick milk tea is really warm. ...
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Mom, you and dad help me open the dark door and call my name loudly. Guide me to explore the mystery of this world in the dark, let me live in this bright and happy world, let me witness some scenery of this world, and let me live happily every day.
Mom, do you remember? When I was in second grade, I was very naughty at that time. I always give you trouble at school and teach myself a lesson: I ran a game with my classmates after class and accidentally scraped a piece of meat from my leg. You picked me up and ran to the hospital. The doctor told me that my leg needed six or seven stitches. At that time, I had tears in my eyes and whispered. I have no choice but to wait quietly. The doctor just had the first five stitches, and I can only feel a little pain. I can't stand the last shot. If it weren't for your encouragement, I wouldn't have finished the seventh stitch.
Also, last time it rained at school, you asked me to take an umbrella. Once, I didn't listen to you. After school at noon, it was raining, and all the students with umbrellas went home. Students without umbrellas were taken home one by one, and I was still silly at school. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before me. It's mom. You came to me alone with an umbrella and a raincoat. ...
Mom, why do you always appear when I am helpless? Is this maternal love?