My pen rustled in the orange light. After working for more than an hour, I unconsciously leaned my head against the table. "Tired?" At this moment, there is a familiar and cordial concern. When I looked up, there was a cup of coffee made by my mother on the table.
I picked up this steaming cup of coffee, smelled its attractive fragrance and tasted it again. On this quiet night, I can't help but get lost in thought. ...
Suddenly found that maternal love is like this cup of strong coffee, how great and selfless! Emit a special fragrance, the first taste is tasteless, the second is bitter, and the last is sweet. Because its sugar is deposited at the bottom of the cup, you can only appreciate its sweetness if you taste it carefully! This is like implicit maternal love, which is revealed in my mother's words and deeds, a cordial greeting, a caring concern, some well-meaning nagging, and even severe blame ... Are these not all manifestations of love, but I turn a blind eye? 15 years ago, I started to rob my mother's milk. I asked for something from home to fill my stomach. With the passage of time, I grew from a young and ignorant girl to a slim girl, while my mother's temple quietly grew a silver line. She broke my heart for my growth and gave her everything, with no regrets. Motherly love this cup of coffee, I tasted it for fifteen years before I tasted its real taste. In the past fifteen years, my willfulness and ignorance have brought much sorrow to my mother, and my rebellion has brought you much pain. You embraced everything with a generous and kind heart. How can I repay your love as broad and deep as the sun?
On a quiet night, I tasted coffee again. But I tasted not only the taste of coffee, but also the maternal love like sunshine and rain.
Hug mother:
Deng said that mother is a big book that can never be read. The more you read, the more you will think. Motherly love is the most affectionate thing in the world. The more you enjoy it, the more you will miss it.
When I was a child, like most children, I was a "little tail" that my mother couldn't get rid of. My mother is not complacent, but she often teases me: "Cut off your little tail and throw it away." At this time, I was afraid that my mother would really break me, so I cocked my head, climbed onto my mother and plunged into her arms. Two chubby little hands gripped my mother tightly and said to her, "No, no, no, aren't you worried that cutting my little tail will bleed?" Aren't you afraid of pain? "My mother listened to my words, in distress situation, contentedly kept arching her mouth in my arms, which made me laugh.
At that time, hugging my mother became my greatest happiness! When I was in primary school, I gradually grew up and was no longer that delicate little girl. My mother said, "You have grown up now, and my mother's arms are no longer suitable for you." After listening to my mother's words, my nose suddenly turned sour. I think, when I grow up, my mother's arms are no longer suitable for me? Am I really inseparable from my mother's arms, or do I rely on my mother?
I thought about it, but I couldn't find the answer, so I threw myself into my mother's arms, clasped my mother's waist with both hands and said to my mother, "Mom, no matter how old I grow up, I will always be your child in front of you!" " My mother felt very happy and smiled beautifully after listening to my words.
Mother's arms will always be our shelter from the wind, and mother's arms will always be our greatest comfort.
At that time, hugging my mother became my greatest enjoyment! In junior high school, my parents decided to go out to work in order to make our family better. I remember the day my parents went out, and they were leaving. I can't help myself. I rushed up again, threw myself into my mother's arms and hugged her tightly. It is difficult to restrain the separation of my mother and daughter. I cried and refused to let her go. My mother said, "Listen, when I get outside, my mother will call you often, and I will always worry about you. You will always be my mother's little cotton-padded jacket. " I know the decision they made, and I can't change it. I can only watch my parents slowly disappear into my eyes.
I don't know when the tears have blurred my eyes. I silently said to myself: mom, you go. Although we can't be together for a long time, it doesn't mean that you don't love your daughter. Our hearts will always be together. I know that my mother always cares about me and loves me very much. Mom, you know what? I don't want anything from you, but I just want to hug you. I hope you will come home early in the Spring Festival and let me hug you again, because your arms will always be my cradle.
Now, hugging my mother has become my greatest wish! Hugging is common, hugging mom is happy!
Start:
When the wind sweeps away, flowers bloom and fall, and there is another spring and autumn. Thousands of turns, non-stop, another year. We, struggling students, are about to embark on a journey. The unknown future is frightening, and the black whirlwind of exams is also daunting. For us, isn't the beginning of a year a beginning? The water of time flows away in a hurry, leaving no trace, no sound, only silence, silence. The arrogant flame of the senior high school entrance examination has also intensified.
Looking back suddenly, the textbooks that accompanied me to study hard day and night are out of date; The lights that train me to study day and night are dim; The sun that grew up with me from morning till night is old; The branches and leaves in spring and autumn have withered. Before I could savor it, everything passed by in a hurry. The middle school entrance examination is just around the corner, and this half year is both the beginning and the end. Let beauty flow in this beginning and let ugliness disappear in this beginning. As the saying goes, "everything is difficult at the beginning." What he said moved me very much. When I first entered middle school, I felt that everything was so strange and terrible. My heart is as cold as frost, perhaps because the heavy load makes me cry almost every day. Feeling helpless and depressed, I locked myself in a quiet heart and refused to let anyone in. Over time, the laughter of the students and the careful teaching of the teachers made my originally cold heart melt, melted into a warm current and melted into a passion. I am no longer afraid, and I am no longer strange. I finally set foot on the normal track and began to run the annual rings of life. The beginning of junior high school life was so difficult that I was melted by time.
Now, the advantage is only the beginning. It has no room for time, no room for recreation, and it is getting harder and harder. At the beginning of this race against time, those of us who are working hard for the senior high school entrance examination should be prepared to draw a satisfactory conclusion for our studies. Beginning is the beginning of hope and the starting point of dreams. When I first came into contact with Pythagorean theorem in mathematics, I was completely confused. I have two big heads, and my thoughts are in a mess. I am in a muddle, leading a meaningless life. However, just when I was like an ant on hot bricks, I suddenly burst into tears, which made me smile. There is a simple reason. If there are more topics, the problem will be solved naturally. Of course, I was dissatisfied with thorns at first. As long as you go forward bravely, there will be wings of hope flying.
A beginning, a hope!
A start, a challenge!
Father loves like a mountain:
"The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow." This is a song that my father used to sing to me when I was a child. Today, I still remember it vividly, so whenever I hear this song, the great image of my father appears in my mind.
From ancient times to the present, there are many articles praising maternal love everywhere, but few praising father's love. Maternal love is great, I don't deny it, but what about fatherly love? It is as ordinary and great as maternal love, as firm as a mountain, and even more single-minded, deeper and more admirable than maternal love.
Dad is of medium height, with a round face that looks cute, short black hair and heavy eyebrows. Dad is not as strict as other fathers, but more kind and amiable, gentle and amiable. It is no exaggeration to say that 15 years, my father has never scolded me, let alone hit me. But this doesn't mean that he indulges me. It's just that the words "Don't spoil children" don't apply here, because my father has been educating me with Isabella Chow's "Appreciation Education Law".
Whenever I encounter difficulties and setbacks, my father always encourages me.
When I first learned to ride a bike when I was a child, I was afraid of riding a bike because I was short and timid, and I trembled when I held the handlebar. How many times have I fallen and got up again? At this time, my father said to me: "Be brave and strong, persistence is victory." I turned my head to look at my father and picked up my bike to continue riding. I fell and got up again. I don't care if I scratch it. In a few days, I rode smoothly. Is this really not the power that my father's love keeps me going?
When I entered junior high school, faced with strange environment, strange teachers and classmates, I didn't adapt for a while, the course was complicated and abstruse, and time was tight, so I didn't find a good learning method &; Hllip& amphllip These things have been bothering me and making me breathless. The task was heavy and stressful, and I once thought about giving up. Dad encouraged me again: "We must persist, the sun is always after the storm, how can we see the rainbow without experiencing the storm?" So I didn't give up, but insisted, always insisted, because I believe that my father said "persistence is victory." How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? "
Now, I have grown up gradually, while my father is much older. I don't understand why my father's straight spine bends; I don't know why my father's handsome face is haggard; I don't know why my father's black hair is gray; I don't know who my father worked hard for most of his life. I didn't realize until now that it was for me, for my healthy growth and happy study, and for me to become a pillar of the motherland when I grow up.
Father's love is great, it gives me warmth when it is cold; Comfort me when I am hurt; Please give me strength when I fail. My father accompanied me bit by bit with his love. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, your daughter will never be poor!
"The sunshine is always after the storm, please believe that there is a rainbow." When I sang this song again, I seemed to see the dawn of victory, and there was a force supporting me invisibly. I know it's fatherly love. Is a great father's love, but also eternal father's love!