Growth is not a personal journey. Whenever we set foot on the growing train, we can't forget the scenery along the way. Every love is a little motivation.

Open your sleepy eyes and you will see a busy figure. That figure is called mother, also called maternal love. On a cold night, a figure got up gently and tucked us in. When we are sick, she always takes care of us in every possible way, day and night. When we do something wrong, she may reprimand us severely, or she may patiently tell us whether things are good or bad. Do you remember these?

In the Wenchuan earthquake, a kind of maternal love was reflected. This is a story about maternal love: "Dear baby, if you can live, you must remember that I love you." This is a mobile phone message left by a mother for her three or four-month-old child. When rescuers found her, she was already dead. Crushed to death by a collapsed house. In the gap between a pile of ruins, she knelt on her knees, with her whole upper body lying prone and her hands supporting her body. Under her body, lay her child, a child wrapped in small red flowers. Because of the protection of her mother's body, she was unscathed. When she was taken out, he was still sleeping quietly, and his mobile phone was stuffed in a bag, keeping this intact message.

There is a song that sings very well, "Only a mother is good in the world". There are so many people in the world, but only one is your mother. Why can't we be nice to her?

He is the first man to hug us, he is the first man to hear us cry and see us laugh, he is the first man to call us baby, he is a man we believe his promise will be fulfilled, he is a man who dares to say that he will stay with us until the end of his life, and he thinks that no matter whether we are wrong, beautiful or ugly, we are the best men. That man has a name called father.

Father is our harbor and our strong backing.

When we were young, we were bullied, and he would carry us to find the children. When we were young, when we wanted to ride a horse, he would always put down the man's shelf and let us ride. Father, work hard outside and make unremitting efforts for our better life. We don't understand. We haven't experienced it. When I was a child, my father liked me to count the white hair on his head. Now, he doesn't want me to count, because he is afraid that I can't count.

Father is a person who loves us forever. There are so many men in the world who love us as much as he does. We have no reason not to cherish it!

On the way of growing up, love is indispensable to us. Motherly love, fatherly love, caring of classmates and teachers. That is an indispensable scenery on our growing road.