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Great maternal love
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to take the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the distant waving mother, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
The third article
Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops.
When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.
I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart.
From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study.
Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. " Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted. "Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing yet, only to find that my mother's face is getting gloomy: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do. In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "great!"
My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... and I had to do it well and slack off a little.
Do you know what the greatest love in the world is? Do you know what is the most selfless love in the world? That is maternal love. Maternal love is great, selfless, warm and sacred. This kind of love asks for nothing in return, it is as pure as a fountain; Like a fine spring rain that moistens the earth, it is affectionate; Like the sediment in the long river of life, it gradually precipitates in the scouring and melts into the memory of life, which makes people memorable.
I remember a story about a mother who loved her child very much and gave everything for him. She asked him, "What else do you want me to give you?" The child said, "I want your heart." The mother dug out her heart, and the child slammed his hand and skipped happily to play. Inadvertently, he fell and his heart fell to the ground and broke, but the first sentence of the broken heart was: "Son, does it hurt?" Every time I see this story, tears will fall. Poor inherit the wind!
I also have a mother who loves me and loves me. In my childhood memory, my mother gave me too much love. When I was a child, I was sickly and often had a high fever. Every time, my mother stayed by my bed, took my temperature, sent water and medicine, and put a wet towel on my hot forehead. I often don't sleep a wink all night. When I get well, my mother will get sick, too.
Once, my math score was only over 70, which was undoubtedly a heavy blow to a student who had been doing well. When I got home, I cried in my mother's arms, but my mother gently said to me, nothing! Children can't be a great person, but they can be a happy person, but at least they can contribute green and provide oxygen to people like grass. There will be many failures in life, and you can't bear them just because of one failure. You didn't do well in the exam and didn't work hard this time. You usually have to work harder. After listening to my mother, I have confidence in my study again. From then on, I listened carefully in class, finished my homework at night and did some exercises. My grades are improving gradually. Although my mother's words were not famous, they gave me courage.
White clouds are dedicated to the blue sky, so the blue sky has a grateful heart, which gives people a clear sky in Wan Li. The green leaves are dedicated to the big tree, so the big tree has a grateful heart. It scatters pieces of green shade on the earth. However, "it's hard to report three spring scenery when there is only a little affection for the long grass." What can I do for my ordinary mother? I think, give my mother a glass of water, help her do some housework and study hard ... Maybe this is the best reward in her eyes.
Mother's Day is coming, let me sing "Mom" for my mother: "Your new schoolbag has brought you/your umbrella has been folded in the rain/your favorite (that) three fresh stuffing has been given to you/your wronged tears have been wiped clean/ah, this person is my mother/ah, this person is my mother/this person has given me life." ...
Grateful to mother
Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother, "I want to travel around the world with singing." Mother just smiled without saying a word, standing alone in the wind, looking thoughtfully at the white dandelion flying in the sky.
My mother told me that she knew my dream was far away, and the farthest star in the sky was always my destination. She said that she would always support me. At that time, my heart was only vaguely aware of my mother's understanding, but at that time I was young and ignorant, but I never realized my mother's reluctance and pity when she spoke.
Time has lengthened my figure, and when I grow up, I have re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispels the remnants of the night, when the sunset is swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother walks quickly on the path in the field with farm tools on her back, and neither light nor darkness can stop her footsteps; When the sky is full of stars, my classmates and I are playing and chasing under the moon, my mother is knitting her love into my sweater one by one; On a cold winter day, when I was laughing by the fire in a warm down jacket, my mother was scrubbing clothes with her swollen hands in cold water. ……
So, my heart was deeply touched and hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, is my dream far away? Can I still travel around the world singing?
"Thanksgiving"! Rational thinking gives me sacred life. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy her family? Or break out of your own world first, and then let your mother enjoy the rest of her life?
The morning sun has risen slowly, and it is a new day. I rearranged my thoughts and asked me rationally, "How can you repay me if you don't have a solid arm?" ? You don't have the ability to survive, how dare you repay me? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness ... "I still can't take it easy. I am ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young, and I am more confused and now I know how to repay kindness.
At this time, my mother said that she hoped that I would forge a pair of hard wings, cultivate the courage to travel around the world alone, and then build my own future, which was her greatest comfort. She said she would keep a quiet harbor for me, where there is a steady stream of love, and I will always be her concern at any time.
I was suddenly enlightened, and gratitude, like a sacred life, inspired me to travel around the world and create my own new world. I will use my sacred life to create the future, like dandelion seeds flying far away, bearing the love and kindness of my mother, flying to the horizon, landing, taking root, sprouting and flowering. At that time, I will hold a new world for my mother with tears, and she will show the most touching smile in the world.
Fallen leaves hover in the air, composing a movement of gratitude, which is the gratitude of the tree to the earth that nourishes it; Baiyun floats in the blue sky, drawing pictures of people, which is Baiyun's gratitude to the blue sky that raised it. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful society, because of gratitude, there will be sincere friendship, and because of gratitude, we will understand the true meaning of life-inscription.
From the baby's "wow" fall to feeding him to grow up, how much effort and sweat the parents spent and how many days and nights they knitted; From elementary school to junior high school, and even to university, how many teachers have devoted themselves to him, silently dedicating light and heat, burning themselves and illuminating others.
Gratitude comes from the heart. As the saying goes, "a drop of water is rewarded, and a spring is poured backwards." What's more, parents, relatives and friends have paid you not only a drop of water, but a piece of Wang Yang sea. Do you give a cup of warm tea when your parents are tired, a card when your parents are birthday, and some greetings and comfort when your parents are lost? They often devote their efforts and energy to us, but how can we remember their birthdays?
Gratitude is respected. As a famous scientist, Madame Curie won the Nobel Prize twice, but she met her primary school teacher at the meeting and thanked her with a bunch of flowers. The great man Mao Zedong also expressed his deep gratitude to his teacher during the festival. All great men have a grateful heart since ancient times. Gratitude doesn't need to be earth-shattering, just a greeting, a phone call and a little touch from you.
Gratitude is meaningful. Love makes the world go round. Parents' efforts are far higher than mountains and deeper than the sea, but as we only know how to live within our means, there seems to be a gap, which makes us selfish, forget our parents' efforts and happiness, and learn to appreciate others with a conscience and a filial piety, because only in this way can we be harmonious, happy and affectionate.
With a grateful heart, look at the society, parents and relatives, and you will find how happy you are. Let go of your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your heart. Learn to be grateful, because it will make the world better and make life more fulfilling.