I believe everyone has heard this nursery rhyme, "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …", and it was sung as a child, but have you ever thought about it? Who gave you life; Who nurtured your growth; Who will always care about you? It's our mother, mother!
Just this morning, I was still sleepy when I heard the sound of running water. "What's the matter?" I muttered and got out of bed, and then I was attracted by a smell. "wow! What delicious red jujube porridge! I'm going to eat! " Before my mother promised, I began to gobble up, and in a short time, a bowl of porridge was swallowed. The smell is everywhere, and I feel my mother is hungry, too. But my mother didn't stop working. Her clothes were clean, the floor was spotless and the room was in good order. These are all thanks to her! And I, on the other hand, enjoy myself here, and I blush. Look at my mother, her face is red with cold, her ears are red with cold, and her hands are blistered, just like two carrots! And those feet that haven't had time to put on socks are also cold. Beginning of winter has just passed recently, and winter has arrived. How cold this water is! But mom never shouts cold. I took a bowl of porridge and handed it to my mother, but she shook her head and said, "Baby, eat it, I have already eaten." Then he sighed and went out to work with his head in his hands.
I looked at my mother's distant back, listening to the footsteps getting smaller and smaller, tears streaming down my face, salty! Mom! What a great sentence, she provided me with food, drink and shelter, but never asked for any reward.
When the clothes are dry, they smell not only the sun, but also the mother. It's late at night, the leaves have fallen, the wind is strong, and my mother is still busy. ...
Time flies, time flies. Time goes by little by little, and my mother is getting old. How can I be filial to her when I grow up?
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. He accompanied the child to drink mouthful by mouthful. Thus, in the children's laughter and tears, the touching of maternal love was integrated.
I have been living in walking to school since I went to school, but I am not satisfied. Why are other parents willing to send their children to school by motorcycle or car, but my mother doesn't? This morning, I got into trouble with my mother again and ran out of the house. Soon, the sky was covered with lead clouds, just as grandma said, "One day in June, children's faces change as soon as they change." Caught off guard, I lost my way in panic and burst into tears. Suddenly, a familiar figure I saw in the rain was my mother, but it turned out to be my mother. I shouted happily, "Mom, I'm here!" " "I used to walk to school every day, and my mother always followed me, afraid that something would happen to me. As for why I have to go by myself, it's because my mother wants to exercise me! I really blamed my mother! " Mom, I'm sorry! "I sincerely apologize to my mother.
The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother above the high hall, they will jump into their mother's arms and shed tears.
Memory is like a pearl necklace. Every pearl in it records everything that happened in my memory, and some of them are extremely bright! Everything else is bleak! One of them is the brightest and most charming!
I remember one Friday afternoon, I was on duty at school. Suddenly the sky was dark, and I saw a flash of lightning like a sword across the whole sky, only to hear a bang-rumbling ... Soon, it began to rain cats and dogs. ...
The students have been picked up by their parents, but I haven't been picked up yet. I have to wait in the corridor for the rain to stop! But the rain seems to be joking with me, and it's getting bigger and bigger ... It's getting dark, the corridor is dead, and the darkness is devouring my young courage! Just then, a familiar figure appeared at the school gate. I took a closer look, and it turned out to be my mother!
I thought to myself: isn't mom sick? Why did you come to pick me up? Just when I was wondering, my mother had come to my side! He said to me seriously, "Sorry, mom is late!" " Let's go home! "He said, and hold up an umbrella, so two more footprints in the wind and rain. ...
On the way, my mother was afraid that I would get wet, so she leaned all her umbrellas on my side and got wet. walk walk The wind is getting stronger and stronger! The rain is even crazier! The heavy rain has flooded the cement road in front of the school, so my mother simply carried me away! Mom, every step is so difficult! Seeing this, my eyes blurred ... tears and rain hit my mother's old temple, and I couldn't tell whether it was rain or sweat. ...
When I finally got home, my mother didn't even have time to sit down and rest, so she hurried to the kitchen to cook. Looking at my mother's hard back ... I feel her love for me. ...
Ah! Motherly love will be a bright light in my life! It will guide me to stop being afraid of the dark! Mother's Day is in a few days. I wish my mother could be like a tulip. Eternal bloom, elegance, beauty and holiness! ! !
I remember one day in the first grade of primary school, my father was not at home on business. When I came home from school in the afternoon, I felt uncomfortable. After finishing my homework at night, I went to bed early. When I got up in the middle of the night, my mother saw that I was very uncomfortable and came to touch my head. The weather is very hot. He said, "Li Yue, mom will take you to the hospital." My mother wrapped me in clothes, and I was carried on the bike by my mother in a daze. My mother took me to the hospital. A gust of wind blew, and the car shook and almost fell. I barely opened my eyes and saw that it was because I was in a hurry. On a cold day, my mother only wore a coat. The car just shook because she was shivering with cold.
When I got to the hospital, my mother quickly went to see a doctor behind my back. After the doctor diagnosed, I had a high fever of 39.5 degrees. The doctor prescribed the medicine, and my mother was busy taking the prescription to pay for the medicine and took me for an injection. At this time, I saw the thin and dense sweat on my mother's forehead and nose tip. After seeing the doctor, every time I think about it, I can't calm down for a long time. For me, my mother took me to see a doctor in the middle of the night regardless of the hard work of the day, which made me feel my mother's meticulous care and care all the time. She devoted all her efforts to me and lost several hairs overnight. Mom, I really want to say to you, "Trust me, when I grow up, I will honor you all my life." It was already dawn when I got home. But my mother had a cold and hot night, because I was sick and anxious, and even she caught a cold.
Now whenever I think about it, I can't calm down for a long time. My mother took me to see a doctor, regardless of the hard work during the day and the cold and darkness in the middle of the night, which made me feel my mother's meticulous care and care all the time. She did everything for me. What selfless love this is! Mom, I want to say to you: "believe me, I will honor you for a lifetime."
What is maternal love? This is a simple and complicated question. I think maternal love is a rainbow on a sunny day after rain, dazzling; Motherly love is the sunshine in the cold winter, which is extremely warm; Motherly love is a flower that smiles at you in spring. It is full of smiles.
Hey, who's that busy walking around? Take a closer look. Oh, it's mom. My mother always delivers meals to my sister at noon every day. That's because my sister has to go to work, which is remote and far from home, so my mother sends her meals every day. Whether it is winter or summer. She insisted on it. I think this is a sign of my mother's love.
It was a hot day, and my mother and I went to deliver food together. My mother rides a bike and I sit behind her. I went to bask in the sun with an umbrella, but the sun still refused to stop. It ordered its descendants to launch a powerful attack on us, but it goes without saying that the weak umbrella that basks in the sun can resist the terrible sun. We are already sweating, and I want to give up. I can see that my mother still insists on doing this every day. I only deliver meals once. Is it too ambitious to give up like this? We all persisted.
In this way, after n hours, n minutes and n seconds, my mother and I finally reached our destination. It's not easy to come here! It's as difficult as the Eight Immortals crossing the sea. I thought I was liberated when I saw my sister, but I still want to go home. Oh, I'm going to "burn in flames" again.
They all laughed when they left.
I think my mother is smiling for my sister, for me and for myself. Sisters should be like this!
From then on, I went to deliver meals with my mother every day, that's all. No matter what the weather is like, I will deliver the meal. Every time I sit behind my mother, I look back at the footprints left by the car below. It looks like a route from a distance. I think this is the running line of love!
I know what maternal love is. This is just a small move, but my mother has paid a lot of sweat for it. We should cherish her love for us and cherish it. ...
A gentle and delicate mother will always take care of us, from morning till night, from small to large, whenever and wherever, maybe it is a reminder, maybe it is a cup of hot milk, maybe it is a washed dress, maybe it is a delicious meal ... Motherly love is everywhere. It is said that maternal love spreads like water, but I want to say that maternal love is as thick and great as a mountain.
Maternal love is as heavy as a mountain. From October to today, who can repay this kindness? This gave birth to the pain of life, tired for many years. From cradle to kindergarten to primary school and then to middle school, the hard work along the way, accompanying me to learn to speak and teach me to be a man, should be a pair of multiple burdens that make my mother's white hair increase and her body wobbly! Mother, who has suffered many grievances but never remained silent, endured many misunderstandings but never quarreled, just like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain and silently guarding me.
There are always people who say that women are made of water, and their weak bodies can't bear any blows, but I clearly see a mother looking for medicine for her children in the wind and rain, soaked to the skin and unaware of it; There is a mother who walks dozens of kilometers every day to save her child's life with a healthy liver; Wenchuan earthquake, under the body of a young mother, there are babies less than one year old. Mother's last posture is not lying down, but hunching her back. When disaster strikes suddenly, the emaciated mother instinctively protects her children and blocks the masonry with her weak body. The arched back is the eternal mountain of maternal love! Such a woman, such a mother, who will say that they are fragile?
There is only one best woman in the world. She is a kind mother. There is only one noblest name in the world, and that is loving mother; There is only one beautiful voice in the world, and that is the mother's call. Mother illuminates the stormy waves of our lives with the brilliance of life, and nurtures children's hearts with dribs and drabs of AIDS. Love is the most sacred, pure and selfless emotion of human beings, and it is a beautiful poem full of love! I want to declare loudly: maternal love is great, maternal love is lofty, and maternal love is like a mountain!
Another Mother's Day is coming, and I miss my mother far away.
Especially in the extraordinary period of SARS, I feel the value of life more and miss my mother who gave me a unique life more.
Call home, tell my mom I'm fine, and tell her to be careful. Mom's voice is still very calm and calm: "Nothing, you should pay attention to yourself and eat well ..."
It's hard to calm down after hanging up the phone. Mother, once again occupying my whole thought space, once again moved me to tears.
A mother who doesn't like to talk always does things silently, as if she never stops. She integrated love into every bit of life.
Mom is ordinary, but she is so extraordinary. She is very different in many ways.
Mom's support for our study is amazing. The conditions at home are not good, but my mother attaches great importance to knowledge and has always insisted on providing us with opportunities to go to school. Until the year before last, I got the college admission notice and went to college, and my mother's physical condition was much better. I only know that my progress is so important to my mother.
And every step of my growth is saturated with my mother's love. Mother always sets an example and educates us with practical actions. She always takes the lead in getting up early every day to lead us to run and exercise, so our sister's physical education class is excellent. When I was young, I paid attention to let us do what we could, such as washing clothes and simple sewing ... and my mother never told us that gossiping was boring and unnecessary, for fear that it would affect our study. Mom also told us to be broad-minded, especially girls, so as to do great things.
When I was a child, my family was poor, but my mother always tried her best to make her daily life orderly and interesting. At that time, my mother made noodles with a rolling pin. She always works hard to roll noodles for a long time to make them more elastic and delicious. So, although there is only salt in it, we always eat it with relish. Up to now, the crystal clear white flour always makes me unforgettable. Every New Year, my mother always makes us put on new clothes. Although it is "Dacron" or made of some rags, it is very suitable and meets the wishes of our children.
Now the family is getting better and better every day, and my mother's hair is gray. As I grow up day by day, my attachment to my mother is getting deeper and deeper, and I feel the broadness and loftiness of maternal love more and more.
Yes, time is like a song, so is maternal love.
I remember when I went back to school this winter vacation, I cried and couldn't bear to go home. Dad said, "Our family is not spoiled like others. Why are you so spoiled? "
Great love is also invisible. The same is true of the maternal love I have.
"Children are worried for thousands of miles." I know my mother must be thinking about me.
I wish all mothers in the world peace, happiness, health and longevity!
Mother's love is like a song, which sings the beauty of life, the anguish in the heart, the flowers, the dark clouds, the sun and the true love on earth.
Motherly love is like a song, which can never be sung enough.
Motherly love is like a song, I would like to listen to it all my life!
The first day of maternal love composition 8 "The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " This poem not only shows the mother's kindness to her children, but also praises her greatness. Thank you for spreading laughter and laughter in my childhood and thinking of me all the time. Thank you for everything you have done for me, and let me grow up healthily and happily.
I grow up day by day, but I don't understand why my mother's kind smile is no longer common, and it is often replaced by a stern face. Only my desk, desk lamp and countless exercises accompany me every day. "Mom doesn't love me?" I thought about it over and over again, and denied it over and over again. I remember when I was a child, then my mother taught me to write and recite poems, washed my clothes when it was cold in winter and cleaned my room when it was hot in summer.
One day when I was eight years old, it was raining cats and dogs outside at two o'clock in the middle of the night, with lightning and thunder. I suddenly had a high fever. My father is not at home. My mother looked at me and out of the window. She put on my raincoat carefully and resolutely picked me up and ran to the hospital. I fell on my mother's back and clearly heard her shortness of breath. My heart is about to break. I said, "Mom, let me down!" "Mother replied firmly," how can I do that? How can you walk in the rain with a high fever? Put on your raincoat tightly and then don't get wet. " My eyes can't help getting wet. The road was slippery on rainy days, and my mother almost fell down. After standing firm, she eagerly asked me, "Are you all right?" I said, "Nothing!" Mother breathed a sigh of relief and said with relief, "That's good, that's good. "In this way, my mother carried me to the hospital with one foot deep and one foot shallow.
Mother has a small "shortcoming", that is, she loves to "nag". For example, when I signed up for the national music examination this year, I entered the amateur guzheng level 6. Because of the high level, I have to practice guzheng for two hours every day. One day, I played the piano not for fun. Mother understood this and was very angry. She began to "nag": "Why don't you play the piano? This year's exam is Band 6, not Band 2. You should spend more time playing the piano. Wouldn't it be better to go out to play after playing the piano? . "After listening to my mother, I won't play. After hard work, I finally got the certificate of guzheng level 6, and the smile on my mother's face is not to mention how brilliant.
The first day of motherly love composition 9 "Motherly love is the greatest power in the world." This sentence comes from mill's mouth. Yes, everyone says that maternal love is great, selfless and pure. I think maternal love is like an umbrella.
One sunny afternoon, I was playing in the busy corridor. Suddenly, dark clouds covered the gentle sun. In a blink of an eye, the long white clouds were replaced by dark clouds, and Father Lei started his beloved drum. Then it began to rain cats and dogs. A few drops of rain as big as beans made me stand in a daze in the corridor. After a while, I finally woke up a lot and ran back to the classroom. The heated discussion was all about umbrellas: "Do you have an umbrella?" "yes." "Can I hide from your umbrella and go home?" "good!"
"Thank you!" And I sat in my seat and bowed my head and said nothing.
I didn't pay attention to a class and kept thinking about how to go home. It's still raining so hard that I don't have an umbrella and no one to accompany me home. "alas!" Sighs can't help falling from my mouth.
At this time, the bell for help rang. I was on pins and needles. I ran out of the classroom immediately after copying my homework, looking for my mother's shadow in the crowd. After a long time, my hope faded a little. I watched the mother and daughter disappear from my eyes and listened to other people's mothers' concern and greetings to her children. I went back to the classroom.
Looking at the empty classroom and the constant rain outside, I got lost. A familiar figure appeared in front of me. It's my mother. My mother is all wet, but the sweater in her hand is not wet at all. My mother said to me gently, "Hui Ting, put on your sweater!" " "I put it on, and my mother took me downstairs with a cold hand carrying a schoolbag.
Along the way, my mother struggled to step on the pedal and rode the bumpy road, deliberately moving the umbrella to my side. The heavy rain soaked my mother's face, my eyes blurred, and a drop of hot tears flowed out of my eyes. My heart is surging with warm current.
Motherly love is an umbrella that gives me selfless help when I need it, and silently guards me when I don't need it.