Motherly love is selfless and great. Motherly love is that mother bear throws the bear into the river, fearing that the water won't swim, and then rushes down the rapids to drag it up; Motherly love is when a mother reluctantly drives an incompetent child out of the house and tries to understand his destination. ...
I love my mother, and her love for me is selfless.
Although my mother is very strict when I do something wrong, I know in my heart that she is doing it for my own good, but she hates iron! And at night, she will tuck me in as usual and give me a chance to correct it. How broad-minded my mother is! My mother not only takes care of me in life, but also cares about my study.
I remember one time, I didn't get it all right in my exercise book several times in a row. In the middle of the night, I vaguely felt the light flashing, so I opened my hazy eyes. It's mom! It turned out that my mother looked at my grades and checked my homework regardless of fatigue. Suddenly, tears moistened my eyes. At that time, I silently vowed in my heart: I must study hard, don't let my mother worry, and repay my mother's love with excellent academic performance. ...
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby ..." How well the lyrics of this song are written-as long as a mother's smiling expression and an encouraging look can make a small world bright!
As long as I think of my mother's loving demeanor and movements, my heart will feel warm and full of strength.
Ah, how great maternal love is!
Love is always by my side: maternal love, fatherly love, teacher love ... when I am sad, my mother's comfort warms my heart. When I am depressed, my classmates will come to share my pain. When I am cold, my father will dress and cover me in time like the sun. When the past comes up, I always think of my mother protecting me.
It was a cold night, and the wind made me tremble. The cold wind made my bones ache and my eyes dim. The situation outside the window suddenly changed. God poured down the water rudely and the wind was blowing wildly. The glass on the window shook violently. I was so scared that I accidentally kicked the quilt down.
I feel like a piece of ice and can't move. Just then, my door was pushed open. Ah! It's my mother. She walked up to me step by step, picked up my quilt and covered me with hers. I watched my mother's skillful movements, including bitter and sweet, laughter and tears. At this moment, my body is full of warmth, and my two tears are unwillingly spinning in the eye frame. I remembered a song "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass". Motherly love is the greatest love in the world! Motherly love warms me and makes me fall asleep slowly.
The next morning, I saw my mother looking haggard. She is exhausted and weak. I was scared when I touched her head. My mother has a fever and there is only a thin quilt on the bed. I suddenly burst into tears. Thinking of this, I am not only ashamed, but I gave my mother a fever and a cold. It's all my fault. ...
In fact, you may not feel the existence of maternal love. However, maternal love haunts us. If you look closely at life, you will find that maternal love is the greatest love in the world.
There are many kinds of love in the world, but the greatest love should be maternal love.
My mother has given me a lot of love since I was born? Teach me to walk, teach me the truth of being a man. Tell me stories and sing children's songs when I was a child. After school, she helped me study. Get up early every day to cook for me, for fear of delaying my school. In winter, it's so cold and it snows heavily. My mother still gets up early, cooks hot meals and wakes me up. Mother always leaves something delicious for my sister and me to eat.
I remember that just after this year, one night, I had a high fever and my mother was very worried. Because I can't go to the hospital at night. My mother wiped my body with alcohol, and my stomach upset again in the middle of the night. My mother rubbed my stomach again and tossed it all night. I recovered from my illness, and my mother died after treatment.
This is maternal love, selfless and great.
A big red notice was posted at the flower shop that day, saying that flowers would be sold in advance on Mother's Day. Oh! By the way, Mother's Day is coming. What holiday gift should I prepare for my mother?
In the afternoon, the head teacher said that he had a perfect way to give all the mothers the gifts they wanted most. The students can't wait to suggest to the teacher: "On Mother's Day, everyone should always take a raw egg to protect it, the last day of Mother's Day."
Raw eggs? Mom wants it? Is it possible? I'm a little confused, but the teacher's suggestion may have some special meanings! On Mother's Day morning, I got out of bed and took out a cold raw egg from the refrigerator. My pockets are bulging. As long as I walk, I will put my hand into my pocket so as not to crush it. When I went to physical education class, I gave up my beloved basketball and was very anxious. On this day, most of my energy was spent on this matter.
After class, my mood calmed down. The egg finally passed the day safely. After school, I went home with round eggs. I smelled a fragrance before I entered the door. Every day before I get up, my mother will make breakfast for me. Every time I go shopping, most of the things I buy are things I like. My heart rises from peace again. My mother has done too much for me, but I think this raw egg made me realize the selflessness and greatness of maternal love.
On the night of Mother's Day, I personally gave this raw egg to my mother and asked, "Why did I send a raw egg?" I said, "Because this is true love." Finally, this egg let me know my mother's silent love.
Motherly love composition 5 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "My mother taught this song at first. I sang this song more than once when I was a child, and my mother's love, like this song, filled my heart.
When I was a child, I was happy. I snuggle in my mother's arms every day and fall asleep listening to the songs my mother sings to me every day. But later, due to family economic reasons, my mother had to go out to work and put me in foster care with my grandparents. Although my grandparents take good care of me, I can't help feeling lonely when I look at my parents who come to pick up their children from school every day. When it rains, I wish I could see my mother in the umbrella delivery team. At this time, I can't help but hate my mother.
Once, the teacher gave us an assignment-washing my mother's feet. Just when I was glad that my mother was not at home, I came home and found my mother "unfortunately" back, so I reluctantly brought her a basin of hot water and washed her feet. My mother has been embarrassed not to let me wash it. Accidentally, the washbasin was knocked over and the water spilled all over my face. I said angrily, "What are you doing!" "My mother didn't respond to me, but her eyes were shining with tears. The moment I looked down, I couldn't help but see the chilblain on my mother's feet, so I asked the reason. After a long time, my mother said, "When I was a child, I washed your feet. You are especially dishonest. You spilled the water in the basin and fell on my feet. I don't care. I didn't expect it was only winter, and then my feet ... "I didn't catch the following words clearly, and the tears of disappointment had already flowed down my cheeks. It turned out that my mother was so preoccupied with my naughty son that she forgot herself. But I still hate my mother in my heart, which is really wrong!
I brought another basin of water and rubbed my mother's feet quietly. I feel that the world is so quiet, only my mother is by my side, and only maternal love echoes in my heart. When I was a child, I couldn't help singing this song: "Only my mother is good in the world. A child with a mother is like a treasure. If you throw it into her arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "
Motherly love, a song, will always reverberate in my heart and warm my heart forever.
A mother's love is a fountain in the desert, a beacon in the lost way of a mother's love, a fire in winter and an umbrella in rainy days.
It began to rain cats and dogs on a rainy afternoon not long after I left school. I immediately hid under the eaves of a small shop on the roadside.
It's raining harder and harder, and thunder comes from time to time in the sky. With a few flashes of lightning, the friends who are hiding from the rain are frightened. Looking at the thick rain curtain and the splash on the road, I don't know when the rain will get smaller.
Wait and wait, the rain finally eased a little. Adults appear on the road one after another, and they are in a hurry. The classmates around me were picked up a lot. After a while, it was much darker and it began to rain harder. Why hasn't my mother come to deliver the umbrella yet? I began to fidget like an ant on hot bricks. My mother didn't show up when I was the only one hiding from the rain. Have you forgotten me? Haven't you got off work yet? I began to speculate. I want to go home in the rain again, but I still firmly believe that my mother should come to pick it up. It's just that time goes by little by little, and I always feel that this watch is much slower than usual.
By the time the rain abated again, it was almost dusk. I looked at my watch. It's past five. I will bite the bullet and go back in the rain. Suddenly, in the rain in the distance, a small lattice umbrella that I am familiar with appeared-it's mom!
As the owner's thin body gets closer and closer, the umbrella moves faster and faster, and the hurried steps can make me feel my mother's anxiety. My mother passed by me and didn't find me pitifully hiding under the eaves from the rain. I shouted, "Mom-"
My mother came up to me, touched my head, asked me with concern if I was wet, and said she was sorry to have kept me waiting. I didn't say anything on the surface, but my tone was not so good and I was a little impatient: "Let's go, I still have a lot of homework."
On the way home, I felt that the rain was already very small, because my mother was holding an umbrella, and the rain could not fall on me at all. When I got home, I suddenly found that the rain was not as small as I thought. They are still raining heavily. At the same time, I saw my mother's face and hands red with cold, and one shoulder was wet.
Therefore, maternal love is an umbrella in rainy days, and it is also an umbrella on my growing road.
Mother's arms are the resting place of my soul and my spirit-Ming.
Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. It is everywhere. Sometimes it is a kind gesture, sometimes it is an encouraging look, and sometimes it is a caring greeting. Love is all around us. Bing Xin, a famous children's writer, believes that maternal love is the purest and greatest of all kinds of human love. In Bing Xin's view of love, mother love is the only refuge in life, and mother is the embodiment and symbol of warm, broad and affectionate love.
Maternal love is ordinary. When we enjoy this love, it is like a fish living in water but not feeling the existence of water. However, maternal love is also great. When we encounter the storm of life, the quiet harbor is so precious.
I am glad that I have my mother's love!
On the way of growing up, I am a little flower, growing carefree under the careful cultivation and care of my mother, and growing strong and abundant day by day. In this glorious time, my mother is my guardian angel. When I was unwell, she took good care of me, worried about me and ran around for me. When I am driving a diligent boat and trudging on the sea of learning, my mother is my beacon to success. In the face of repeated failures, she never rashly accused me, but patiently helped me analyze the reasons for the mistakes and encouraged me to improve modestly and strive for final success. My mother was my mentor at the beginning of my life journey. She made me understand that it is happy to be ready to help others at any time, and it is shameful to hurt others. Mother's love melted in my growing up: at school, she wrote in books and read them to her sincerely; When she was hungry, she soaked in food and chewed it, which was fragrant and sweet. Infiltrate into the quilt in the middle of the night, wrap it, warm and harmonious. In this spring of love, I bloom beautifully!
I am proud that I cherish my mother's love!
Fish live freely and happily in the water. Fish is the soul and happiness of water! I grew up freely and happily in my mother's love. I am mom's baby and hope. I don't remember who said that forgetting the past means betrayal. My mother and I are the brightest pearls in my memory. I can't forget it, and I won't forget it! Waiting for my mother to come home from work is an exciting and distressed expectation. A cup of hot tea is full of my gratitude. A pair of small hands are kneading and beating on my mother's shoulders. In the collision between bone and meat, my deep understanding of my mother flows; Looking at her mother's busy figure at home, watching the glittering and translucent honey sweat oozing from her forehead, watching the vicissitudes and wrinkles carved on her face by the meat cleaver of the years, and watching the fatigue left by the pressure of life on her waist. My heart aches like a needle. My hand holding a sweat towel trembled on her forehead, and there was helplessness and deep regret in the trembling rhythm! I have infinite expectations for my future life and look forward to the early arrival of that day: my smoothness, safety and success are the most intimate comfort to my mother.
Great love is silent, true love is silent, and maternal love is the spring breeze that melts the rain. If you are enjoying this beautiful love, if you are enjoying this happy love, please be a grateful raindrop, give her gentle moisture, warm care and visible consideration! Because the love given plus the love returned is the most perfect harmony in the world!
Motherly love is selfless and full of warmth. Although my mother is not with me, her deep love has always surrounded me.
When I was young, my mother was going to work in other places, so I had to live in my grandmother's house. Although that grandmother regards me as a granddaughter, I still miss my mother very much. Of course, my mother often comes back to see me, but she is always in a hurry and leaves in a few days. Little me, how I wish I could sleep with my mother's arm bent every night like other children. How I wish I could snuggle up in my mother's arms when I was wronged. But all this can only be in dreams. At that time, I always thought that my mother didn't love me, so she left me.
It was early spring, and the weather was warm and cold. I accidentally caught a cold and had a fever. I feel dizzy when I sleep at night, but I don't want an injection to take medicine. My grandmother told me to eat early, so I slept alone. I hope it will be over overnight. However, after a nightmare all night, I felt that someone was shaking my body, but I couldn't open my eyes. Then I felt someone holding me and running, as if it was urgent for a long time.
When I opened my eyes, my mother came back. My mother fell asleep beside my bed, and her messy hair covered her face, but I can still clearly feel that my mother is back! I moved my body slowly, and my mother woke up immediately: "Baby, are you better?" Scared my mother to death ... "My mother held me in her arms and put her cheek against my face. I feel tears running down my cheeks-those are my mother's tears. I looked up and saw the tears on my mother's face. My nose is sour: "Mom, when did you come back?" "I miss you-""In the evening, grandma called and said you were ill, so I hurried back. Mom misses you, too! " My mother hugged me tightly. "Mom-"I suddenly understood: Mom came back to see me overnight, but she took me to the hospital overnight. My mother loves me! Mom just wants to work. In order to make my life better, I have to work in other places! "Mom!" I nestled my head in my mother's arms, and tears blurred my eyes. ...
Yes, even if mom is not around, her love has not gone far. That love always surrounds me and warms my heart!
In today's prosperous and impetuous years, I often listen to humanity: "There is no eternal love in the world." For me, I think there is another kind of love that is eternal, and that is maternal love, which is like a star that never falls.
When I encounter difficulties, it is maternal love that makes me share my worries; When I am frustrated, it is my mother's love that makes me face it bravely; When I was sad, it was my mother's love that made me smile again ... You comforted that sad and fragile soul with infinite care, as if a torrent flooded into my soul, constantly encouraging me and cheering me up again. At this time, a thousand words are not as good as one sentence: "Thank you, Mom."
You have nurtured my soul and body with maternal love, your milk is the source of my thinking, and your eyes are always tied with my hope. I still have your temperature, your blood in my pulse, your imprint on my personality, your wisdom in my mind ... all these things I will never forget.
When I was a child, I let the white silk climb on your head quietly, leaving deep wrinkles on your smooth face. I hope I can use my filial piety to smooth the wrinkles on your forehead and dye the filar silk on your head with my feelings.
Since the prosperity of trees is attributed to the land, the growth of children is naturally attributed to the hard work of their parents-in your broad and warm mind, I really feel the dedication of love. As the saying goes: "raise a child 100 years old, worry about 99 years old." Now that I'm a teenager, I'm sorry to make you worry and feel sorry for me. So, starting from today, I really grow up, study hard, learn something useful, and repay you with excellent results.
This eternal love is an unrequited life-maternal love; There is only one person in the world who deserves your love all your life-mother.
Mother: You have propped up a blue sky for me with solid arms, and I will shelter you from the wind and rain with increasingly plump wings.
Finally, I want to say eight words to you affectionately, "thank you, mom, I love you!" " "