I think everyone knows that the simplest and purest love in the world is given by my mother. I don't know about you, but I think mother is an angel sent by God to protect us from any harm. That's what my mother does.
It was raining that day, and I was still cleaning at school. I didn't expect my mother to wait for me outside. I was very happy to see my mother when I came out, but I didn't know that my mother had a cold, but she still gave me her raincoat to keep out the rain, and my mother went home in the rain. I saw that my mother was all wet, and I felt unspeakable sadness in my heart.
The incident a few years ago left a deep impression on me. It was a Saturday, I was playing, and I accidentally hit my chin, bleeding profusely. Just as I was about to go home, my mother came. Seeing me like this, she threw down her meal and took a taxi to the hospital. The doctor said I needed five stitches. I was so scared that I hugged my mother and said, "Mom, I'm so scared." And my mother said, "Nothing, it doesn't hurt at all." I listened to my mother's words and lay in bed. My mother held my arm, and I only felt a tear running down my arm. ...
Mothers all over the world use Zhang greatly's palm to protect us and let us grow up healthily. I want to say to you: "Mom, I will love you".
Ah! Motherly love, if you are a building, I am your brick and tile. With my little body, I will build your sublimity. If you are a flag, I am a silk thread belonging to you, embroidering a shining star for you with my youth;
In my impression, my mother always takes care of me and teaches me, but I always don't listen to her. Several times, I heard my mother sigh in the room.
I remember when I was seven years old, I was about to enter the first grade, but I broke a bone in an accident. My mother rushed me to the hospital, and the doctor put me in a plaster and said that I would be hospitalized, which made my mother anxious. School is about to start, other children are practicing hard at home and learning all the manners, but I am in the hospital ... alas! Look, mom is sighing again. At this time, I said to my mother, "Mom, I want to go to school and don't want to be hospitalized." "But your feet are like this. What if they get inflamed in the future? " Mom replied. Hearing that my mother wouldn't let me go to school, I twisted my body and said stubbornly, "All my other brothers and sisters went to school, even my three-month-old cousin went to school, and I was the only one who didn't go to school." I want to go to school! I want to go to school! " Seeing my seriousness, my mother nodded and allowed me to go to school. So for a long time, my mother would take me to and from school every day besides doing housework at work. Seeing my mother working so hard, my grandmother once said to me, "Yiyi, your father is working outside, and it is not easy for your mother to live alone." Be filial to your mother when you grow up. " I didn't understand at the time, but I nodded.
Thinking of this, I looked at the figure of my mother doing housework again, and I couldn't help thinking of a poem my father taught me, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for the body of a wayward boy." 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 little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "My mother is not the same? So, how can I repay my mother's selfless love?
Motherly love composition 3 life needs gratitude and needs to know how to cherish.
Speaking of mother, I think of a movie I saw. A robot boy wants to find the blue fairy in a fairy tale, hoping that she can turn it into a real boy so that his mother will like him. So, he risked his life and went to an abandoned playground under the sea, where he saw the statue of the blue fairy. So he kept praying for the blue fairy to turn it into a person. But even the statue can only smile, and there is nothing else, but it still prays until the ice seals it.
Two thousand years later, it was awakened by aliens, who went deep into its memory to find human information and wanted to help it fulfill its wishes. But the robot can't become human, so it gave it a home according to memory and brought its mother back to life. But only one day. The two of them played hide-and-seek together, made cakes and washed it. But mom didn't understand, which made the robot boy feel happier than ever. In the evening, mom is going to bed. She doesn't understand that once she sleeps, she can't get up again. The boy didn't tell her, but he still held her hand tightly when he slept. The movie is over.
After watching the movie, I thought: these ordinary but real things are not easy in the heart of a person who longs for maternal love. At present, most of us are only children, so our parents love us very much. If we don't understand our mother, it's too much. What my mother usually gives us is love and care. Aren't we supposed to be grateful? Don't say what it will be like when you grow up. Take action from now on, hit them on the back, and then wash the dishes, so that they can simply feel that we love them. When they retire, give them a support and let them feel our love for their mother.
I want to, when, also cook a meal for my mother?
Motherly love is like the sunshine in spring, which gives us warmth; Motherly love is like a bright lamp, which illuminates the way forward for us; Motherly love is like a cup of sweet coffee, which makes us refreshed when we are completely sleepy.
There are several white clouds floating in the blue sky. I'm on my way to school. The wind blew through the small trees on the roadside, and the small trees rustled as if to say, "Hello." Birds are also twittering around, as if to say, "It's a beautiful day today."
Such fine weather reminds me of morning. When we came together in the morning, my mother insisted that it was cold today and we should put on more clothes. But when I looked at the clear Wan Li outside, I threw my clothes on the sofa and left angrily. On the way, I was still angry with my mother. My mother just lied to me. It's not as cold as she said. Seeing such fine weather, my mood naturally improved.
This god is like a baby face, he changes when he says it. When I was at school, it was still clear in Wan Li, and the warm sunshine shone on the earth. But after school, it was cloudy and windy. The wind blows the young trees, swaying like dancing, scaring the birds out and wrapping people in a ball. I was extremely cold, too. I put my hands together and said, "Well, the weather changes when it changes." At this time, my mother came to pick me up by bike. She saw me huddled up with cold, and without saying anything, she took off her clothes and put them on for me. On the way, the strong wind seemed to be against me, and it blew even harder. I saw my mother wearing a sweater and her hand holding the handlebar was still shaking. I asked my mother, "Aren't you cold?" Mom said, "I'm not cold. Are you still cold? " After listening to it, I couldn't help crying from my eyes, thinking: I am obviously cold, but I still say that I am not cold and still care about me.
Isn't the sentence "I'm not cold" a maternal love? Yes! What is maternal love? Motherly love is this coat. Although it is in the cold wind, my heart is warm.
On the first day of my mother's love, I wrote 5. When my mother was angry, she stared at me and was furious. She wants to kick me to Purple Mountain, but she loves me more than Purple Mountain.
My mother is the busiest in the morning; Boiling water, cooking ... When our father and son put on warm clothes and went to work and school after eating, my mother was still busy at home.
Once, I had a terrible stomachache. My mother put her rough hand on my stomach and rubbed it gently. I suddenly felt the warmth spread into my body. Every cold season, snowflakes fly and the world freezes into an ice kiln. Every household takes out electric blankets and hot water bottles to keep warm. And there is a special "heater" mother on my bed. My mother is afraid that the hot water bottle will burn me. She always goes to my bed first and warms my bed with her body temperature. I lay in a warm nest built by my mother with deep love, and soon entered a sweet dream.
My mother is also a good helper in my study. Whenever I encounter a problem, my mother will always appear by my side. I can get inspiration from my mother every time.
Of course, when I make a mistake, my mother will relentlessly face down and scold me. My mother was as cold as ice at that time. But afterwards, I quickly understood my mother's good intentions.
People often say that a father loves a mountain, and I think a mother's love is like water, because little things make up a river of love. I don't know what words to use to describe maternal love, because maternal love is so great. I want to be a useful person when I grow up and repay my mother's kindness to me!
Motherly love is spring breeze, stroking your face; Motherly love is like a spring water, flowing into the heart happily; Motherly love is like air, as long as you feel it, you will have it; In my opinion, maternal love is a diary, which records your growing process all the time. ...
I remember I was only 10 years old. I should have been idle and indulged in the "bitter" wine of "pleasure" all day, but because of my mother's unique educational method, I gradually became sensible and independent. Therefore, every summer when my mother goes to work, I will help her with housework and cleaning. Once, I cleaned my mother's room as usual, and when I was sorting out the drawers of her bedside table, I came across some commonly used diaries. With curiosity and doubt, I opened the bottom diary, and suddenly, it was full of the fragrance of maternal love. I took a closer look and saw the following: "1997 February 1 1, just today, my lovely child was born. Although I haven't recovered from the pain just now, I feel that I am the happiest in the world when I see the lovely smiling face of my child, just like the smile of an angel who longs for life.
"March 20th, 1997, today, our family is naming our children. Because her surname is' X', we thought of the name' XX', which contains our best wishes to her. "
"10 8, today is a memorable day. Today, the child can talk, and she will call me' Mom'. It's only been nine months, and this child will be very smart in the future! "
My eyes are still. I can't stand it anymore. Tears were blown away by the wind and gently fell on the back of my hand. The warm feeling has been flowing into my heart from the back of my hand ... This is not an ordinary diary, but a diary full of love!
"Cut" "Son, what are you doing?" I forgot the tears on my cheeks and threw myself into my mother's arms: "Mom!" " " ……
Motherly love composition 7 Parents are the most beautiful names in the world. Our parents brought us up and nurtured us with painstaking efforts, just like a clear spring pouring out from the spring, irrigating our seedlings, making selfless contributions without complaining.
There is such a thing in my memory. Mom drove out to work, and I followed her like a follower. It's getting dark, and a bright moon is quietly hiding in the cloud room. Time to go home. Who knows, halfway through the journey, a pouring rain came. My mother and I were caught off guard. There was only one dress in the car, and my mother put it on immediately without saying anything. It rained heavily. Beads as big as peas hit my mother, and she didn't say a word. In this way, we went home in the rain.
Mom, why do you bother? In fact, as long as you are happy, it doesn't matter how painful it is, because I am your daughter!
I have been a strong child since I was a child. I don't know what I ate that day, so I threw up all over the floor in class. The teacher was anxious to call my dad, and my dad was anxious to pick me up and walked out of school behind my back. Father's back is wide and thick, giving people a special sense of security. When I was lying on my father's back, I accidentally threw up on his clothes. My father rushed to take me to the hospital without saying anything.
Dad, why do you bother? In fact, as long as you are comfortable, I don't care how hard it is, because I am your daughter!
Gradually, parents have a little wrinkles on their faces and a wisp of white hair on their heads. My mother's love is like that sail, pulling me to realize my ideal, and my father's love is like that boat, leading me to become the pillar of the country. My parents' love constitutes a boat, which carries me across the rough sea to realize my dream.
Whenever I am troubled by learning difficulties, I will think of my parents and everything they have done, which gives me motivation. Their efforts and sweat prompted me to study hard. I am willing to exchange my insignificant but full of apologies for my parents' youth.
Motherly love is the ultimate destination of a wanderer in the world. Everyone is willing to compare maternal love to a magnificent thing, but no one has ever compared maternal love to water and thought it was too dull. Single life is so plain that it is true.
Appreciate my mother's style, strong, but never perfunctory, but still strong. I hope one day I can be as indomitable as my mother. honest and frank is serious.
From babbling to the second grade, my mother has been taking care of my food, clothing, housing and transportation, because the old class advocates an inch of time and an inch of money, so that we can get to school earlier, and my mother has to treat me like me.
My mother got up a little late, so I lost my temper. My mother cooked breakfast, and I shouted, "I'm late, so I won't eat." When I turned to close the door, I suddenly saw my mother suddenly aging a lot ... Mom, I'm sorry.
1 of "Oh", my mother threw a mop and ran over. It turned out that the computer crashed. My mother said, "Get up and let me have a look." "Mom, can you do it?" Mom didn't say anything. After a while, the computer is ready. Looking at my mother's gratified smile, I feel that I have hurt my mother again. Mom, I'm sorry!
My worship of my mother is absolute. I have no doubt about what she said. What I remember most clearly is that there are many things that people don't like to do, but they have to do it and try their best. This sentence accompanied me through every filling and gave me the courage to meet the challenges every day.
I often lament the ruthlessness and almost ruthlessness of the years. She took away the youth of the people around me, in exchange for their old age, in exchange for my strong growth. The washing of years bleached the mother's long hair, leaving her strong and unyielding, which was left by the experience of life.
The days ahead are long. I don't know how many storms I will walk hand in hand with my mother, see how many rainbows after rain, taste summer, taste spring, chew autumn and appreciate winter. I will collect every memory and brew the sweetest wine. When I am sitting in a wheelchair and slowly shaking it, I will slowly taste the kind of "maternal love" red that has been treasured for thousands of years.
Yes! Maternal love is like water, and maternal love goes hand in hand.
Mother is the warm sun, giving her light; Motherly love is a lost beacon, guiding the way forward. Motherly love is sweet milk that nurtures children to grow sturdily.
Some people say that a father loves mountains and a mother loves water. A child without a loving mother is like a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots.
I still remember that on a stormy morning, I was very ill and my body was very uncomfortable. My mother knew that she was in a hurry to call an ambulance, and only heard one second. Two seconds passed. The anxiety on mother's face showed! After sleeping for a while, I woke up to see the dark circles and tears on my mother's eyes. I seem to understand something.
Mother is an indispensable factor for children's success, just like "the sword front is honed, and the plum blossom fragrance is bitter and cold." Without the strict education of the mother, there would be no child's success. When I was a child, I didn't do my homework every day because I was playful. My mother gave me an abominable education. Mom couldn't bear to hit me either. Judging from her eyes, she just wanted me to remember why she hit me today. Tears also shed behind my mother! I was silent. There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call.
Unconsciously, time flies. I am growing up, but my mother is getting old. After junior high school, I seldom see my mother.
Like a thread in the hands of a loving mother, making clothes for her wayward son, I remember when I was a child, you loved me the most. As long as there is something delicious, you save it for me. Every time you buy clothes, you only buy me new clothes, but you wear old clothes.
Mom, your love for me will never be forgotten.
In my eyes, the blue sky is the packaging of maternal love, which is pieced together by my mother with love.
Mom always works hard. She always gets up early, prepares breakfast for us, and then comes to the yard to wash clothes alone. Just when we open our dim eyes and have a hot breakfast, we can always hear my mother moaning when washing clothes. My mother was slowly rubbing my dirty clothes when I was playing basketball. Mother didn't say anything until that day that I understood everything.
That day, I was about to go out as usual. My mother put down her clothes and told me, "Be careful on the road and listen to the teacher at school ..." She opened the door for me and said, "Let's go, or you will be late." I went downstairs, at the corner of the street. I don't know why, but I can't help looking back. I saw my mother looking at me at the window, too. I immediately turned my head. I dare not look back. I left in a hurry, but my mind was spinning fast: my mother looked at me at the window for seven or eight years, and I only looked back when I remembered it occasionally, but I didn't notice that the blue sky provided a stage for ignorant birds to soar.
The blue sky is also fragile, and it will also shed tears. I remember that time, after I got home, my mother "nagged" me: "What happened? Are you tired? " I said impatiently, "Not tired!" Then he rushed to his seat and wrote. I don't know when, my mother has taken a peeled apple and said to me, "Eat quickly!" " "I said impatiently," no! "My mother just wanted to continue to persuade me. I suddenly waved my hand, and the apple fell to the ground with a bang. I said without looking back, "If you don't eat, you won't eat." Why are you so angry? "At some point, I didn't notice two lines of crystal tears hanging on my fragile mother's face. This was pecked by an eagle who only wanted to fight the blue sky, but I didn't see the bright red sea of Wang Yang behind this blue sky.
The blue sky is the packaging of maternal love, and it is a colorful blue sky composed of blood-red jasmine.
Before the storm comes, the blue sky will always weave an invisible net for you and wander around you, always blocking the storm for you. ...
What is the most common love in the world? It's maternal love. Because she is very young, maybe it's just a little gesture, maybe it's just a faint reminder, maybe it's just that the umbrella leans slightly towards you when it rains, maybe it's just to remind you to be careful on the road before going to school … and what is the greatest love in the world? It's also maternal love. Because she has been by your side, she has never left you, no matter how many years, she has been by your side. Is this something that ordinary love can do?
I am an ordinary third-grade pupil, and I also have the most common and greatest love in the world. My mother made me breakfast early in the morning, getting up early and getting greedy for the dark, just to give Tintin a good learning environment. When I made a mistake, she first found her own reasons, gently criticized me and helped me correct my mistake.
There are countless ancient poems praising maternal love at all times and in all countries. Meng Jiao wrote in Ode to a Wanderer: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed carefully, and sewed carefully, for fear of delaying his time to go home. A loving mother sews clothes for her son, who will leave home with needles and thread. In this poem, a mother's love becomes a dress being mended in her mother's hand. Small as it is, is that dress the warmest one her son has ever worn?
Hugo said: "A loving mother's arm is made up of kindness. Why is it not sweet for children to sleep in it? " Gorky also said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." . Why do so many celebrities praise their mothers? This is because mother has a unique love in the world.
Ji Bolun said: "The sweetest word that a person's lips can utter is' mom', and the best name is' mom'."
Yes, maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Let's cherish it and let it grow with me!
Motherly love is a drop of clear spring, which moistens my thirsty throat. Motherly love is a sweet bread that can fill my stomach. The smell of maternal love often lingers around me, leaving me with endless aftertaste.
When I was a child, my pronunciation was a little inaccurate, especially when I couldn't distinguish "Liu" from "Niu", which often attracted ridicule from my friends. After you knew it, you silently took my tender little hand and pulled me under the buttonwood tree in the yard. I sit next to you and you help me correct my pronunciation. N-iú-Niu, L-iú-Liu, your reddish lips are slightly open, your teeth as white as porcelain are loose, and your tongue stretches and contracts harmoniously, making a cadence sound. I am deeply attracted by your magnetic voice. My stiff tongue didn't listen to me at all, and I pronounced "Liu" as "Niu". I read it wrong again and again, and you helped me correct it again and again ... tiny sweat oozed from your forehead, and you didn't notice it at all. But my tongue still doesn't live up to expectations, and I am anxious to cry. You leaned down and wiped me clean with her delicate hands, encouraging me to say, "Don't worry, take your time." Your eyes are full of tender love. Your flowing black hair, like satin, brushed in front of me, emitting an attractive smell, which I was familiar with when I was a child and my mother liked.
Now, you always like to sit in that sunny room, wearing short-sighted glasses, holding that heavy cookbook, studying tirelessly, and muttering to yourself, "Don't put more peppers in your mouth. The child got angry in adolescence and got pimples on his face."
"Children study very hard, and they have to cook a chicken and stew mushrooms to make up for it." I suddenly noticed that your once delicate hands became a little rough, and a little white hair emerged from your black hair and climbed up your forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes again ... and I smelled motherly love from your gray hair.
The taste of maternal love moistens my heart like a clear spring, and sometimes it warms my heart like bright sunshine, which makes my tired body and mind feel at ease and warm. The smell of maternal love often lingers around me, leaving me with endless aftertaste.
Motherly love composition 13 the heavy love hidden in my heart, I want to say it out loud. Feeling this great love, at that moment, my heart was happy, but there was a trace of unspeakable sadness in it.
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This is a very small thing, small or even inconspicuous, but it has never left my mind.
One summer night, it was very hot. I woke up from my sleep and found a faint light in front of my small desk. In this dim light, I saw a familiar figure, that is my mother, who just finished the night shift. In order not to wake me, my mother deliberately lowered the desk lamp and secretly dimmed the light. I crept up behind my mother and saw that under the dim light, my mother was absorbed in solving a math problem-a math problem that I thought for a long time and couldn't figure out! I was shocked at once. I just said, "This problem is too difficult, so I won't do it."
Sweat oozed from her forehead, but she forgot to wipe it and buried herself in calculation. I can't help but pick up the fan on my head and gently fan it for her. I don't know whether she felt a breeze blowing from behind or saw my figure on the desk. She turned around and sighed lightly: "This question is so difficult!" "I am eloquent at ordinary times, but I am speechless at this time.
Mom, how much effort and sweat you have paid for me. On such a hot night, just after the night shift, you said to me ... I whispered, "Mom, go to sleep!" " My mother looked at me and replied, "hmm." He stood up and turned back to his room.
The whole thing is just because I said at dinner, "This problem is too difficult for me to do." That's all! Mom is too serious. "Give me all your love, give me the whole world ..." Listening to this old song, all I can think of is my mother's love. Love is a beautiful word, it is great and ordinary. How can I repay this heavy maternal love?
Mother's love first day composition 14 When wanton youth finally returned to the right path under the influence of mother's love, tears shuttled through the memory woven by time, knocking on the last line of defense in my heart, I realized that my mother's footsteps never went far, and her love never diminished, but the changes of years made this love sharp.
Mothers are different from fathers. My father is semi-illiterate and can't dance or write, but my mother loves reading. So they have different views on my education. Because of my mother's insistence, I finally chose to keep company with books.
To tell the truth, when I was a child, I didn't like reading. What worries me most is that my mother asked me how I feel about reading. By this time, I couldn't say a word for a long time. My mother put away her usual warm smile and kept a straight face, which scared me to lower my head again and prepare for reprimand. Mother is gentle and doesn't lose her temper. Maybe I made a lot of mistakes and pushed her to the edge of love. The rough hand that was raised did not fall on me after all. She just muttered, blaming herself for not teaching her daughter well. Until now, I didn't understand my mother's hardship and pain.
After this incident, my mother never forced me to read books, but read me an article every day. In the accumulation day after day, I began to like reading, from which I learned a lot about being a man. The most important thing is to understand maternal love and mother's good intentions.
Now I have read thousands of books, but I have never forgotten that. I have never forgotten the scene when my mother read me an article.
I am lucky to have such a mother. No matter where I am, there is always her figure, her care and warmth. Time flies like water, and things are ups and downs. Looking back, I saw maternal love again.
Maternal love composition 15 it's good to have maternal love.
Motherly love is like spring breeze, blowing my heart green; Motherly love is like a street lamp, illuminating my future; Motherly love is like fire, which warms me all the time. It's good to feel maternal love!
It was a year ago in winter. It was a cold day. I didn't wake my mother, put on my clothes, took my bag and left home. I didn't expect that God, who has always been very charitable, suddenly snowed to meet me today. I can't help it. I have to go. I'll be late if I don't go! I tried to speed up my steps, but I couldn't get up. The cold wind blew over me. Suddenly, someone called me from behind. I looked back, it was mom! I was ecstatic and ran over. Then a red scarf and a pair of warm gloves. Mother patted the snowflake on my head, pulled up my frozen little hand and said to me gently, baby, go, mother will accompany you! I smiled and nodded, looked up at the gray sky, and suddenly felt so cute.
Of course, when I was young, I didn't understand the preciousness of this love. I quarreled with my mother, but what I brought was not hatred, anger, mutual incomprehension, but selfless love.
I think having a mother who loves her children is the happiest. It is most satisfying to see children give back to their mothers. Perhaps, mother doesn't need our return, but we also need to be grateful to her. Mom won't ask us how to repay her and what kind of reward will make her happy. But in our hearts, there must be a definition: mother loves you forever, and maternal love is not elegant or vulgar, but a kind of love and a mother's responsibility. This responsibility is also understood by every mother.
Motherly love is like water, yes! This is a fact. Motherly love is like a clear spring, moistening the arid land with her infinite love. We are like an island surrounded by springs. We can always sleep peacefully in the embrace of spring.
Bathed in the sunset, I seem to see a mother and daughter on the other side of the mountain, holding hands and laughing together in the sunset.
It's good to feel maternal love!