Motherly love is a warm feeling, and it is the destination that people yearn for. It has purified many hearts and touched many children. A man ran away from home. Three years later, she saw one looking for you, so she went back. She was about to knock at the door when she found it unlocked. When she entered the room, she asked, "Why is this door unlocked?" The old mother murmured, "son, this door has never been locked since the day you left!" " "What a great maternal love, this is a symbol of beauty! The door of maternal love is never locked! In the warm spring, mother makes you grow sturdily like grass; In hot summer, maternal love makes you no longer hot. Mother smiled sweetly when the autumn wind blew across the fields and the harvest fruit matured. In her smile, who knows how many vicissitudes and sweat are behind this smile? All the year round, bit by bit, we all live in the nest of maternal love. After vicissitudes of life, facing troubles and darkness, there is only one person who makes flower of life beautiful and open-mother. When you are happy, it is your mother who pays the bill. When you became a talented person, your mother helped you through it, but by this time, your mother was old. Do you remember the hardships and sweat behind beauty? Do you remember the symphony your mother told you? Mother, ordinary. Mother, ordinary but extraordinary. Mom, let happiness fill your life. Mother, a holy and great angel.
About my mother, others say that I look like my father, with the same face, the same smile and the same curly hair, so similar that others never ask my name when they see me, and always say, "You are XXX's daughter!" " I nodded, and then I heard him say, "Father and daughter seem!" "I smiled silently and raised my hand and studied it carefully. Yes, only these hands were given by my mother. My mother's hands are almost exactly the same as mine, with slender fingers and wide nails, which seems to have the same connotation in the middle. However, my mother's hands are whiter and older than mine. From her slender fingertips, I saw all my mother's years and her hard life. According to my mother, my mother's family belongs to a medium-sized family, but she has done all kinds of farm work and housework. From my mother's hand, I saw her diligence. She never rests when she has nothing to do. She always has to find something to do housework. She does all the housework, but she never complains and works hard. Even when she was ill, we didn't let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I came home from school and saw a clean home, everything became so neat and orderly that I had to admire my mother. I remember one time when my house was decorated, the decoration workers left dust all over the house, and my mother watched a layer of dust fall on the floor. Without saying anything, she picked up the cleaning tools and began to clean until there was no dust left. We advised her to rest. As soon as she sat down, she soon fell asleep My father and I looked at my sleeping mother, and we were very unhappy. Since I am sensible, my mother seldom gives me lessons. She always said that she should be sensible when she grows up. Don't always let others worry about you. If I do something wrong, my mother just reminds me with her eyes, and then I will correct it and apologize to my mother. My mother just corrected my mistakes, asked me to correct them, and seldom blamed me. My mother is also very simple. She never wears jewelry such as pearl necklaces, nor does she go shopping all day to buy brand-name clothes and shoes like many aunts. She always said that clothes don't need to be so expensive, what necklaces and brand-name clothes to wear are just to save face, which is too extravagant! Mother's personality is also very easy-going. She never quarrels with anyone, she always puts up with it. As the saying goes, more is better than less, so mother is always silent. Mom is fine, too. She said that if others are sincere to you, you should also be sincere to others, so as to get along well. I always remember this sentence, so I have many close friends. This credit is still the mother's. I haven't inherited much of my mother's qualities so far. I am ashamed and guilty, but I will concentrate on confessing what my mother taught me and face life bravely!
Mother's Taste Some people like the taste of vinegar-sour, some people like the taste of sugar-sweet, some people like the taste of medicine-bitter, some people like the taste of spicy-spicy, but I like the taste of mother's sweat. I remember one time, I was unfortunately ill in bed, and my mother hurried to the drugstore to buy medicine for me. After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting and sweating. When I saw it, I was very distressed. I advised her to take a rest before cooking medicine, but she didn't rest for a moment and went directly into the back room to cook medicine for me. While cooking medicine, my mother ran around to see how I was and how the medicine was cooked. After a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured out the medicine, she carefully walked up to me with the medicine, helped me up and let me drink the medicine. I reached out my hands trembling and was about to get a bowl, but my mother said, "Forget it, I'll feed you." When my mother gave me medicine, I smelled the sweat for the first time. It is so mellow and sweet. This sweat embodies the hard work and deep love for me. Since then, I have been used to smelling sweat. Whenever my mother comes back from working in the fields, she is always sweating all over. Sweat soaked the clothes of * *. I ran to my mother and said, "Have a rest!" At the moment I spoke, I smelled the sweat on my mother's body. The sour taste was terrible, just like the smell after acid rain in the sky. It's really unpleasant Although the sweat smells sour and smelly, I don't want to avoid it. Because I know exactly why my mother smells like this-it's for our family. My mother never blames anyone for her hard work. She doesn't dress like a city woman, and her face is covered with all kinds of high-end cosmetics. She will only take care of us with her heart. * *' s sweat exudes love for home and children. Our healthy growth is the result of our mother's sweat. Sweat contains the ups and downs of * *. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are so tired, have a rest!" " "Since then, I have become accustomed to the taste of * *. If one day you can't smell the smell of * *, you will feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. I like the smell of mother, but the smell of mother is so unique that it doesn't need any ingredients in the world, but it is an irreplaceable smell from itself. When I smell this smell, I feel a kind of happiness and joy. Let me say, "Mom, I like your smell! " "
Praising maternal love is a selfless force. It falls in our hearts, just like a drizzle in spring. Although silent, it nourishes the seedlings of life. A person's life, all the glory and pride in the world, comes from maternal love, which is sacred. In our most difficult times, it sometimes gives us strength. From the moment we were born, people used sincere blood to dissolve in every vein of their mothers, and happily threw themselves into the embrace of maternal love, and a feeling of being masters of their own affairs echoed in their chests. When maternal love takes off, it gives a loving heart. Motherly love is a cradle and a folk song, which sings unity and spreads civilization. Motherly love is a monument, engraving the past and enlightening the future ... 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; If you are a garden, I am a flower, a grass and a leaf belonging to you. I am willing to silently exhaust my efforts and spit out plumes of powder. The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. 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. "We can only repay our mother's kindness with love and filial piety. Filial piety is the duty of being a man. Finally, I bid farewell to the great maternal love with the phrase "sing a love song for my mother in October", but I finally said loudly: "I love you, and I love your broad mind even more. Some people say that maternal love is selfless; Some people say that maternal love is great; I said that maternal love is God's most beautiful gift to each of us. I can't forget who is asking for cold and warmth around you and me in the cold winter; I can't forget, I have a fever and a cold, who has been waiting for you and me; I can't forget how many sleepless nights, who helped us cover the quilt again and again … Oh, the selfless mother; It is a generous mother; It is the earth of millions of great mothers. People often compare mothers to sunshine and rain, and children to flowers and plants. Yes, if there is no sunshine, no rain and dew, how can young seedlings thrive, how can they become lush towering trees, and how can they bloom with the most charming and dazzling light? Whenever and wherever, mothers always silently dedicate their love to their children. Every mother, in her children, pours hope and reposes hope. Motherly love is not as thought-provoking as fatherly love; Nor will it be as unforgettable as teacher's love; But she also has a bright side. Every mother moistens our hearts with their love, and they teach us the truth of being a man. Perhaps the mother's painstaking efforts are nothing to children, but in their hearts, they are the most precious and rare. Mother used her selfless love to create one song after another for the world. When you and I succeed, mother's smile is the best reward, but you can easily find that there are many wrinkles on mother's smiling face; When you and I are frustrated, my mother will always use those kind words to gently heal the wounds in our hearts and pull you and me out of the ocean of disappointment again and again. At this time, you will feel a warm current flowing in your heart and mine … Ah, Mom! I praise you! I praise you! You, like a ladder, lead us to glory; You are like a key to help us open the window of our hearts.
Grateful for motherly love Today, I have spent 14 colorful years. Although the teacher gave me a wealth of knowledge and my classmates gave me sincere friendship, I think my mother is the most worthy of my gratitude. Some people say that maternal love is like a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm even in the cold winter. Some people say that maternal love is like a stream, nourishing children's young hearts. I said that maternal love is like a colorful umbrella, which can shelter from the wind and rain, drive away the scorching sun and protect the healthy growth of children. Mom, do you remember? The report card of the exam that day was sent out, and I did badly in the exam. When I got home, I threw myself on the bed and cried. You walked into the room, patted me on the back and said kindly, "What happened, will you tell my mother?" I thought: if my mother knew, she would not only be sad, but also scold me. I didn't answer mom. After a while, you said to me again, "Daughter, don't be sad. Just an attempt. Let bygones be bygones. As long as you work hard, your grades will definitely improve. " Did my mother know that after reading the report card, she was not angry, but comforted and encouraged me. After a while, you said, "son, you must remember that there are more beautiful scenery waiting for you ahead, and you can't stop." After listening to words of comfort and encouragement. I no longer feel sad and sad, but how warm and happy I feel. Motherly love is a harbor, let us stay away from the wind and waves and enjoy peace. Motherly love is the guiding light, let us see the direction of progress and gain confidence. Motherly love is to send charcoal in the snow and give us warmth; It is the bread when we are hungry, which gives us nutrition; It is the affection when we are lonely, which gives us comfort; It is our encouragement when we fail and gives us courage and confidence. Mom, wherever I go, your care will accompany me. Thank you for your concern and encouragement along the way, so that I can create more brilliant scenery on the road of life.
The smell of maternal love. Motherly love contains many flavors. The smell a mother gives her children will help them learn to be strong, endure and enjoy all the beautiful things. We grew up crying babies. Who hasn't experienced a sad thing? One day, a math problem stumped me. My mother tried her best to explain it to me, but I still looked confused. Mom said, "Just like you, you still get the first place in the exam?" I think I'd better forget it! "This sentence hurts my self-esteem. I pulled myself together, exhausted my brain cells and thought hard, and finally solved the problem. Mom was more excited than me when she saw it. In this matter, my mother taught me to be patient and energetic in an ironic way. This is a taste of maternal love-acid! Sweetness is another taste of maternal love: it is gentle, just like the spring breeze blowing grass. When my mother took me to travel to Yunnan, my heart was full of pride. I really want to shout proudly to my classmates: "Look, I have been to the south of my motherland!" " "When my mother was sick on the way to the hospital behind my back, I was like a chicken under the warm wings of a hen. At this time, I felt that my mother lit me up like a bright lamp. This is the "sweet" taste of maternal love, which makes me know how to enjoy and be grateful. Motherly love also has a taste, and that is "bitterness". Grandma has a piece of land. Grandpa wants to grow some vegetables. My mother asked me for help in order to train my viability. After working all afternoon, my waist and legs ache. But my mother was not at all soft-hearted, saying, "When we were young, we did everything, pulling weeds, hoeing fields and harvesting wheat. At home, we have to help adults cook and feed pigs. I want you to learn more life skills! " I calm down and think it over. I think this is also an expression of love. This kind of love made me understand "responsibility" and "survival". Finally, there is a kind of exciting love-spicy. When I was a child, my mother made me play the piano, and my tears were like broken beads. Even so, my mother made up her mind and forced me to practice again and again. This is how I was pushed to the ninth grade of electronic piano by this "spicy" education, which taught me tenacity and patience. The feelings expressed by the four flavors of maternal love condense the mother's love for us and contain ardent hopes for us. We should cherish this precious taste, be grateful for maternal love and thank the great mother!
Motherly love "Mom, do you love me?" "Of course, son, you are all to me." Why do you love me? "Because ... you are my child." Up to now, I still remember the conversation with my mother. Yes, my mother loves me very much and pours everything into me. Whether it is cold winter or hot summer, you will wait for me at the school gate and take me home from school; When she got the bonus, she was reluctant to buy new clothes, but she bought me a lot of good books. I like watching snow. She told me that she was ill and accompanied me to have a snowball fight ... I grew up happily under my mother's wings like a young eagle. I learned to do housework and share the fatigue for my mother, and my mother responded to me with a happy smile. Another winter vacation, my mother cleaned at home, and I went to help my mother throw out the garbage. I didn't see my mother when I went out and entered the house again. When I walked into my room, I found my mother looking through my diary. I can't believe what I saw. My mother never asks me anything I don't want to say. She promised me to have my own little secret. I didn't buy a diary with a lock because I trusted her. Now, now ... no, mom won't break her promise to me. Maybe it was just the first time she saw it. Not next time. To prove it, I wrote in my diary that night that I wanted to eat fried rice and other foods. The next day, when my mother was doing housework, I pretended to run out. When I was quietly reading behind the door, I really saw my mother turning over her diary. I'm completely disappointed. My heart suddenly cooled down and I felt so painful ... At the dinner table, I saw the fried rice in the bowl, and my heart was very uncomfortable. I used to think that my mother knew what I needed, because we had a heart-to-heart relationship. As a result, I couldn't hold my breath and had a quarrel with her. I haven't spoken for a few days. But my mother still came to pick me up from school, but I am no longer grateful and indifferent to all this, including my mother. But at this time, I don't know how sad she is. In the evening, I was reading a book. When I saw that the author and I had the same experience, my heart was filled with grief and indignation, and I thought that all parents in the world were not trustworthy. Unexpectedly, the author did not blame his mother, but said, "Don't parents care what their children think when they do this?" I was at a loss, and my anger suddenly turned into shame. How can I be inconsiderate to my mother and quarrel with her for this matter? I quietly walked into my mother's room. My mother sat in a chair and knitted me a sweater. I apologized to my mother. My mother didn't mean to blame me at all. She just looked at me with those beautiful eyes ... another snowy day. My mother accompanied me to see the snow and looked at the tiny white snowflakes. I said to my mother gently, "Mom, your love for me is like snow." Maternal love is like snow, pure and flawless; Maternal love is like snow, small but nourishing my heart; Maternal love, like snow, is everywhere and falls in my heart.
At night, a room full of carnations, a few stars in the quiet sky are blinking their eyes mischievously, just like a few gems flashing, and the moon is emitting a faint light, as if covered with a veil, hazy and mysterious. I was lying in bed, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of me, and the breeze was blowing gently, stroking me gently like my mother's warm hand and accompanying me into a sweet dream. The soft moonlight fell on me, and I suddenly felt something gently lift me up and unconsciously brought me to a beautiful big garden. There are all kinds of flowers in the garden, which are brightly colored and graceful. Just when I was surprised to see everything in front of me, a kind voice came from behind: "Hello, little girl." "Hello, old woman. What is this place? " "This is a hundred flowers garden. We will help the guests who come here to realize a wish. " I can't believe my ears. I opened my eyes wide and asked curiously, "Is what you said true?" The old woman nodded her head gently. "Tomorrow is Mother's Day. I want to give my mother a room full of carnations. May I? " "Of course." The old woman smiled and said, "You are really a filial child." The old woman handed me a leaf and said that when I got home, I would just drop a drop of water on the leaf and my wish would come true. A breeze lifted me gently, and in a blink of an eye, I returned to the familiar window. I quickly dripped water on the leaves. In an instant, every corner of the room was filled with beautiful carnations, red, white, purple, pink and orange ... all kinds of carnations exuded refreshing fragrance. I was drunk ... "Enron, get up! What are your sweet dreams? Smile so sweetly. " Ah! So this is a dream! Dear mom, I must realize this dream! [Opinion] Mother's Day is coming. I arranged for students to write a composition. As a result, this composition stands out among many compositions in the class because of its originality! She didn't write how to celebrate the festival for her mother like other children, but she caught my eye with her unique way of thinking. Mother's Day dream, my love for my mother turned into this beautiful dream. Fresh language, free and easy writing, delicate mind and deep love flow between each role, which makes us feel the girl's deep love for her mother. Yes, deeply. You can feel it from the carnations in that room. "Dear Mom, I must make this dream come true!" Doesn't this beautiful oath represent her beautiful heart?