Composition on maternal love 1 In my mind, there are many deep and shallow footprints on the beach, which have been washed away by the tide of the years. Only one thing, like a big tree on the shore, is deeply rooted in my heart.
I remember once, there was a strong wind outside. I was sitting on the sofa and suddenly felt weak, so my mother took out a thermometer and measured me. One minute passed, two minutes passed ... My mother took out her thermometer and looked at "39 degrees". Without saying a word, my mother went straight to the hospital at a speed of 100 meters behind my back, as if possessed. On the way, my mother's soybean-like sweat fell straight down, and I thought to myself: Mom is really not easy!
When I arrived at the hospital and the doctor treated me, my mother was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. After seeing the doctor, the doctor said, "It's just a sudden cold, nothing serious." Mother's anxious heart finally calmed down. But the doctor said, "We need an injection." My mother's heart is calm, but my heart is restless again. The nurse took me to the injection room, and I tried to escape, but my mother's words stopped me: "Men bleed without tears", so I obediently finished the injection.
I fell asleep on my mother's back on my way home. I woke up and found myself lying in a small bed, looking at my hard-working mother. I can't help but say, "Mom, you have worked hard!" "
Mencius, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, put it well, "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, and you get three rays of spring"! I secretly swear: I must study hard and succeed in the future, so as to repay my mother!
My mother doesn't know from which hateful newspaper I read Motherly Love Composition 2, saying that eating Lycium barbarum buds is good for eyesight. So the family immediately set off a "medlar fever" with lightning speed.
If it is any ordinary dish, it is nothing, but it is as bitter as Coptis chinensis; If you can put some sugar in this thing, it will be fine, but mom says it will be better without sugar. It's nothing to eat this thing occasionally, but my mother says you should take it every day, every month and every year like taking medicine!
A bowl of medlar bud noodles in the morning, a bowl of medlar bud soup at noon, and a bowl of fried medlar buds at night, the more you eat, the more disgusting you are. As soon as I saw the wolfberry bud, I wanted to go up and crush it.
Today, my mother accompanied me to eat Chinese wolfberry buds. She ate more than me. Watching her eat with relish, I couldn't help asking, "Why do you love this food so much?" Mother twisted her eyebrows, swallowed hard, then took a bite of rice and said, "I don't like it!" " I was even more puzzled and asked, "You don't like eating, but you still eat so much?" "I'm just afraid that if I don't set an example, you have to make suggestions." Mom said casually.
Suddenly, as if she realized something, she closed her mouth and said for a long time, "Eating Lycium barbarum buds has many benefits. Where does it hurt? I am not afraid! " ! With that, she picked up a big chopstick and stuffed it into her mouth. At this time, her brow was not wrinkled, and even a smile appeared on her face, as if she were tasting the most delicious food in the world. I froze, my heart thumped, and then everything understood.
I picked up a big chopstick, Lycium barbarum bud, chewed it, and tasted the bitter taste and maternal taste.
Motherly love is like the ocean but wider than the ocean, just like the spring breeze but warmer than the spring breeze. With maternal love, we can grow up happily.
My mother cares about me a lot, and one thing is always in my heart. That night, after finishing my homework, I felt a little uncomfortable. I slept until midnight, and my body felt like a fire. I called my mother loudly, and my mother got up quickly and asked me what was wrong. I said, "I have a headache." Mom, take my temperature quickly, ah! At 39 degrees, my mother ran to the pool, took a basin of cold water, wetted the towel and put it on my forehead. After a while, my head was still so hot that my mother had to carry me downstairs to take a taxi. Because it is night, the cold wind is blowing and it is snowing. There are few cars and occasionally people come. No choice, my mother had to carry me to the hospital and cross the road. When I arrived at the hospital, my mother was so tired that she didn't know whether it was snow or sweat on her face, and finally she arrived at the hospital. My mother knocked on the window in a hurry and hung up the number. My mother carried me to the children's department again. My mother crawled on the ground step by step. After the doctor examined her, she prescribed some medicine. Back home, my mother is busy again. She gave me medicine for a while, cooled me with a cold towel for a while, and gradually I fell asleep. When I woke up, my mother had bloodshot eyes and dark circles. I think she must have stayed up all night and stayed with me. Slowly my tears came out.
I muttered to myself, "Mom, I love you."
There will be a unit test on composition 4 about maternal love. In order to motivate me to start the first shot of this new semester, my mother promised me: "As long as you do well in this exam, you will be rewarded!" " "I listened to the plain truth and secretly stepped up efforts.
The score has dropped, which is really a good result. As soon as school was over, I hurried home and asked for a reward: "Mom, where is the reward?"
"Don't worry, let me see the result. Well, not bad! However, to get a reward, you have to sweep the floor first, and then mop the floor with a mop. Oh, wipe the table by the way. " Say that finish, mother walked away.
In normal times, I would definitely "bargain" with my mother and try to work as little as possible, but today is different. After all, there are rewards waiting for me after work! I picked up a broom and mop and worked hard. Maybe that's why I seldom do housework. I think the simplest things make me gasp with fatigue.
"Tingting, go downstairs to get the newspaper and take out the garbage." My family lives on the sixth floor and there is no elevator. I was just about to refuse, but thinking about the reward, I readily agreed.
I didn't finish the task my mother gave me until dinner. I'm so tired that I'm about to get down, but my desire to get something in return is getting stronger and stronger. "Mom, reward? Where is it? ''
"Didn't you give it?"
"Where is it? Where did you put it? " I was confused at once.
"Ah, you only know how to bury yourself in reading every day, which is a serious shortage of manual labor, so I'll give you a chance today to take part in more manual labor. Isn't this a reward for your' weight'? "
Motherly love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love in the world, and the world has become more wonderful because of it.
I remember I was often sick when I was a child, and my mother often went to see a doctor behind my back in the middle of the night. One night, it was very cold, I had a fever and my father was on a business trip. My mother went to the hospital behind my back, and the wind and rain were silent. Let's hurry home and get the umbrella. On the way, my mother walked hard step by step, and she had already walked four or five meters. I stubbornly tried to get off my mother's back, but my mother refused. In this way, I went to the hospital with my mother on my back and an umbrella in my hand. My body is dry, but my mother is really wet. The night is quiet, and so is the hospital. My mother took me to the pediatrics department of the hospital, and the doctor was still on duty. I quickly let us sit down and ask about the situation, and let the nurse aunt get the medicine. Soon, the medicine was ready and gave me an injection. My mother is with me. She slept for a while when I got home. It pains me to see my mother tired.
Once, my parents and I bought a big watermelon to go home. I had boiled the water before I opened it. Later, my mother opened the watermelon. She knows that I love watermelons, so she specially left the small ones for me and ate them herself.
However, maternal love is also severe. Sometimes, my mother will criticize me for a long time because I am careless in doing problems.
Motherly love is a cup of coffee, which can only be savored; Motherly love is a song. As long as you sing with your heart, you will find this is the most beautiful song in the world. Mother's love is a book, a book that I can never finish reading and can't read thoroughly; The sweetest word in the world is mother; The most beautiful call is mom.
Maternal love is priceless!
A mother's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in the cold winter. Motherly love is that clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years.
I remember when I was five years old, the winter of that year was particularly ruthless, whipping the world like a whip and growling at people like a lion. Listen, shout-shout-shout, the wind is like the roaring Yellow River; Look at the branches shaking violently by the roadside. There is dust everywhere, as elegant as Ma Benteng. The snow on the ground is more than ten centimeters thick! On this day, my mother hugged me and drove the chicken to the henhouse, hoping to let the chicken go back to the henhouse to keep warm. At this time, I clamored to play with snow. My mother had to put me on the ground, but unfortunately, because the ground was slippery, my feet didn't stand firm and my rickety chin hit a stone. In an instant, the blood burst like a flash flood and could not stop. My mother was frightened at once, and her face turned from ruddy to pale, as anxious as ants on hot bricks. But my mother soon calmed down and quickly picked me up and ran to the hospital. At that time, because it was winter and the wind was biting, God seemed to be against us, but it snowed heavily. Mom runs faster. Because the ground was slippery, my mother fell heavily on the cold and hard ice several times. Mother's kind face is blue with cold; Rough hands are red with cold; Legs also know how to be numb. However, regardless of the cold, my mother carried me to the hospital in one breath. When I got to the hospital, my mother was out of breath. After more than ten minutes of treatment, the blood on my chin finally stopped and my mother's anxious heart was temporarily relaxed. At this moment, although it is ice and snow outside, my heart is warm as spring.
Every time I look at this scar on my chin in the mirror, I feel a warm current in my heart.
The sunshine is warm and gives people a comfortable feeling. Motherly love, like sunshine, is warm and touching from the human body to the soul.
Let our brains turn quickly and think of a short story before. The cruel light of the sun shines on the road, the land resources are cracked, the streams are scarce, the flowers and trees are withered, and everything in the world is lifeless. But in the sad interface, a "beautiful scenery" appeared-a carriage carrying food.
A cow rushed to stop the carriage, and no matter how the coachman whipped it, it was still there, motionless. The driver hit him more angrily until he knelt down like the afterglow of the sunset. At this time, his eyes looked at the calf in the distance and shed tears. All to make the calf drink better. After listening to this story, do you have a certain impression, sigh, sit down and think about your mother quietly?
Motherly love is a gentle country, slowly pouring into everyone's heart, making them suddenly full of brilliance; Mother's love is sunshine, shining on everyone and warming everyone's heart; Motherly love is a candle, small but outstanding, illuminating a bright future for everyone without asking for anything in return. ......
Let's cherish maternal love, love maternal love, love, and be fortunate to have this sunny maternal love.
Composition about maternal love 8 The teacher asked us to write a composition about maternal love during the winter vacation. Motherly love is 8 years old, and I don't know how to describe these two words. In order to inspire me, my mother told me many stories about maternal love. It also reminds me of the teacher's lesson about maternal love. But I still can't tell. My mother was anxious and began to stare at me with her eyes. Looking at her now reminds me of the past.
I am a naughty and active boy, and I always hurt myself carelessly. My mother always looks at me like this, yelling at me and treating my wounds carefully. At this time, I will quickly say, "Sorry, I was not careful." Let me tell you a secret. In fact, I'm not afraid of pain when I say this, but I'm afraid my mother will lose her temper. But once I was really scared.
One night, I accidentally hit my head with a big hole, bleeding and crying. My mother quickly covered my head, picked me up and ran to the hospital. I didn't complain about me all the way, but kept asking me if it hurt. Always telling me jokes to make me laugh. When the doctor treated my wound and told my mother that it was nothing serious, I saw my mother crying. I said, "I don't hurt anymore. Don't cry. Why didn't you yell at me this time? " My mother hugged me, put my hand on her chest and said to me, "Do you know? Every time I get hurt, my body hurts, and my mother hurts. I am arguing with you to let you remember for a long time and pay attention to safety when playing. " Zhou Ji daquan
I think now I understand that this is maternal love! You can't see or touch it, but you can feel it. Mom, I'm sorry. I will never be reckless and flustered in my future work, and I will never worry you again.
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About Motherly Love Composition 9 "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Whenever I sing this song, I think of my mother's love for me.
One afternoon, the weather suddenly turned cold and the north wind roared. I only wore a sweater at school, and I was so cold that I got goose bumps all over. My body shrank, as if to shrink into a meatball.
By the evening after school, I was even colder, and my toes were completely numb with cold, so I could hardly feel them. At this time, my mother sent charcoal in the snow: "Chong Jin, my mother sent you a cotton-padded coat." I looked up and saw my mother standing beside me. She pulled me to a sheltered place and helped me change into a cotton-padded coat. My mother took my hand and asked with concern, "It's not cold, it's warm," and I answered with a smile. "Mom, why don't you add your own clothes?" When my mother held my hand, I felt that my mother's hand was very cold. "oh! I just got off work and thought you were cold, so I rushed here. " What a good mother! When my nose hurts, two tears roll out and a warm current rushes all over my body.
Motherly love is a cup of Longjing when you are tired. When you are weak, just take a few sips and you will feel refreshed. Motherly love is a ray of sunshine in winter. When you are hungry and cold, it will bring you incomparable warmth. Ah! Mom, I will always remember your love for me. I will repay you when I grow up.
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About Motherly Love Composition 10 "Woof-woof-"A big brown dog keeps barking. It wagged its tail and showed its pink tongue. I took my mother's hand and held it tighter and tighter. My hands are shaking slightly, and my feet are a little soft. I don't know what to do.
My feet want to move forward and backward, just like a compass meets a magnet, and I lose my direction. I'm at a loss. My mother looked at me, and I gave her a begging look. She suddenly understood my mind and asked me gently, "Do you want to change places? I'll shield it for you. Will it bite me first? " "This ....." Mixed feelings in my heart. What if my mother and I change places and my mother is bitten? If not, what should I do if I am bitten? My mother will be sad. My mother saw that I was still hesitating and immediately stood in front of me. I still hold my mother's hand tightly, because having my mother around will make me feel safe. She is like everything around me. Mother's hands are cold, as if she were frightened. The big dog rushed at us and rushed to the grass behind us-that was its owner.
I looked at the dog that jumped into the master's arms and immediately understood a truth. Although my mother often talks about me because I am not very conscious in my studies, she does it for my own good. My mother loves me very much because there is only one mother in the world.
Composition on Motherly Love 1 1 Motherly love is the greatest love in the world and has a far-reaching influence on children. During this time, I learned that maternal love is not only for humans, but also for animals, and I have a deeper understanding of maternal love.
These days, a bird has built its nest in the security window near the balcony window. The bird is pretty, with three colors: black, white, brown and black, but I don't know what it is. I go to see it every day. Every time he sees me, his eyes are full of anger and his hair stands on end. Just like a soldier going to war, this is a veritable cockfighting. Once I unconsciously put my hand on the glass. Who knew it stuck out its beak and tried to catch me? Fortunately, there is a layer of glass, otherwise there will be a hole in your hand. To my surprise, I usually see a bird staring at it and it flies away. No matter how close it is, the bird will not fly away, and it is not afraid that humans will catch him. So I spent a few days with this question.
Finally, one day, when I went to see it again, I found two small eggs under the bird, letting me know that it was hatching a bird. Let me know why it is so afraid of me.
I was touched at once and was infected by its maternal love. My mother is willing to stand up when the child is in trouble. As long as she is alive, she will always protect the child.
Motherly love is everything, so we should cherish it.
About maternal love composition 12 love is a ray of sunshine, I am a flower that thrives in the sunshine; My love is a clear stream, and I am a happy little fish in the stream; Motherly love is a bright starry sky, and I am naughty under that starry sky. ...
I remember one Saturday, I was doing my homework in my room, and suddenly my limbs were numb and my head was dizzy. My mother saw that I was pale and asked with concern, "What's the matter!" "I said weakly," my head is a little dizzy. "My mother touched my forehead." Ah! It's so hot "Mom exclaimed, and quickly took a thermometer to measure for me. It was measured and burned to 39 degrees! Mom is not at home, and she is as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. My head is getting dizzy and people are getting uncomfortable. My mother had to carefully help me to bed, let me lie down, cover me with a quilt, and then my mother hurried out. After a while, my mother brought a basin of water and put a warm towel on my forehead. My mother comforted me and said, "Go to sleep!" "I also gradually fell asleep with my mother's comforting voice. When I woke up, it was midnight. I opened my eyes and saw my mother come into my room quietly, trying to change my towel. My mother saw me awake and asked cautiously, "What's the matter? Is it better? Are you still dizzy? " With that, my mother anxiously put a towel on my forehead. I shook my head and said, "It's much better now." I looked at my mother and said with distress, "Mom, go to sleep quickly!" " ! It's late! "Although my mother nodded, she hurried to the kitchen. After a while, my mother came to me with a bowl of hot porridge. ...
Yes, it is selfless and priceless. An ordinary little thing shows such greatness. The most beautiful touch is maternal love.
Composition on maternal love 13 "What is maternal love? I've thought about it countless times and turned over a lot of books. However, the rhetoric is different.
Some people say: maternal love is an old wine; Maternal love is a book that can never be read; Motherly love is the light in the dark; Motherly love is when you are a toddler, you fall down and gently pick up; Motherly love is to climb up quietly to help you straighten the lamp when you are doing your homework. I want to say: mom is the sun in my heart, and the warm sunshine makes me grow sturdily.
I heard a story from my mother: a young mother was knitting a sweater and the baby in the cradle fell asleep sweetly. Suddenly an earthquake came and mother and son were buried in the darkness. Fortunately, there was no injury. The mother held the child tightly and waited for help. As time went by, the child was starving. The mother bit her finger and fed her child blood. A week has passed. People finally rescued the mother and son. The child was safe and sound, but the mother died. The nurses were surprised to find that their mother had a small eye on each finger.
The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay his coming home. Mother is our umbrella to shelter us from the wind and rain.
I remember one time, I failed in the exam. I am not happy when I get home. My mother asked me carefully why. I really don't want to talk about it, because I feel that I have grown up. However, after my mother's enlightenment, I finally found my confidence. Let my study get on the right track.
In fact, I have long wanted to say to you: "Mom, I love you!" " "I will always thank my mother.
About Motherly Love Composition 14 Does a fish head really have seven flavors? How delicious is that? With these questions, I read the article "Seven Flavors of a Fish Head".
It turns out that the seven flavors of a fish head are not only the flavor of the fish itself, but the strongest and most fascinating of the seven flavors is the flavor of "love". This love not only includes the mother's love for her son, but also includes the beautiful lie that the son competes with his mother for the fish head by loving to eat the fish head, so that the mother can feel that her son has grown up, and he knows how to be considerate and distressed by his mother's love. From this, I thought of my mother.
I remember one time, my mother was ill and I had to go to school after breakfast. My mother weakly handed me a raincoat: "Take the raincoat! Maybe it will rain at noon. " I looked at the sky. Although it's a little cloudy, who knows if it will rain? I left my raincoat and rushed out of the house, and my mother's cough and persuasion came from behind me.
After the last class, it suddenly began to rain, and I began to regret not listening to my mother's advice. At noon, my father was not at home, and my mother was ill again. What should I do? How can I come back? After school, some students were picked up by their parents, and some students left wearing raincoats. It seems that I have to go back in the rain, but as soon as I left school, a familiar figure appeared in front of me-this is my mother, who came to pick me up in spite of illness. Looking at my mother who looked haggard because of illness, my eyes were moist, and tears mixed with rain flowed into my mouth. Salty is sweet. ...
Yes, maternal love is great and selfless. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.