Some poets say that in this world, only maternal love is the most selfless and greatest love.

Mother, when we read this word gently, it is difficult for us to restrain the tenderness that surges in our hearts. ...

Motherly love is an eternal topic, which always affects people's hearts; Motherly love, an affectionate ode, will always reverberate in our hearts. There is only one greatest woman in the world. She is a loving mother. Mother, not only gave us life, mother's dedication, mother's sacrifice, mother's selfless love, let us feel the sunshine, warmth and touch of this world.

We have changed from an immature child to an adult. When we think that our shoulders have provoked responsibility and destiny, and when we seem to despise life, maybe one day, we suddenly find that our white-haired old mother is looking at us from behind, and her eyes are full of infinite love, infinite care and infinite concern. We will suddenly feel that in the eyes of our mother, we will never get rid of the feeling of being a baby and will always be the ignorant child in our mother's arms.

We often find that at the moment when we look back, before our long journey, when we leave, we never leave our mother's sight and concern. But how much love has an inch of grass, and I got three spring rays. I've been thinking, who can repay my mother?

My mother is too ordinary, but she sublimated my life for me. She will blame me for a little mistake for a long time, and she will be excited for a long time because she received my gift on her birthday. When I was a child, I felt at ease about everything my mother did for me: teaching me to write, patiently helping me with my homework and washing my clothes, but I took it for granted. However, that day, I can't forget it. When I found my mother's slightly swollen eye bags and a few strands of slightly white hair hidden in the depths of her hair, I suddenly felt cruel. Cruel enough to stifle the mother's original appearance, but also a little bit to stifle her expectations of her children as a mother. ...

Mother is a kind of time. No matter my personal mediocre or simple experience, or the teaching and proof given by the progress of the whole society, I have suffered the most pain, the most pressure and the most tears in the never-flat journey of life. I still love, feel warm, sympathize with, be kind, smile, face life and face us, only my mother!

Without mother, life will be dark; Without a mother, society will lose its warmth. That was the hardest time in my life. Faced with the blow and loss, I thought I was completely lost. At that moment, it was my mother's words that made me start over. Looking at my unbearable frustration, my mother said, it's time to be content, and the days are still long!

So I understand why so many people with lofty ideals regard the scarred nation as their mother, the calm river as their mother and the vast land as their mother.

Because what can be borne, the mother has borne it; What should be paid, the mother has paid. As an era, mother is not only a symbol of the nation, but also a symbol of love.

Maternal love is like a mountain, maternal love is like water and maternal love is like Buddha. She is fresh and long, kind and gentle, thick and naive. My mother's love has never stopped since I came into this world. Maybe I can't repay everything that the flowing years have given me, so I have always loved my mother. In my eyes, my mother is always a year worthy of tears and a story that can never be read!