1. Composition of maternal love

Great maternal love In the quiet night of the night, the north wind blows "huh-huh", and the moon shines its hazy light on the earth. `In a simple little hut, there is still a glimmer of light shining.

Meng Jiao lay in bed unable to fall asleep. Tomorrow morning he would leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him, and go to Beijing to take the exam. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have hot tears in his eyes.

In the hazy state, Meng Jiao saw his old mother using her rough hands to mend the shabby cotton coat for him stitch by stitch. The deep maternal love nourished his heart. The north wind was still blowing "whoosh", one after another, like a wolf howling.

The mother was shivering from the cold, and her fingers were frozen, like red carrots. She put down the needle and thread in her hands, put her hands together near her mouth, took a few strong breaths, and then rubbed them vigorously. Seeing this scene, Meng Jiao's tears burst into his eyes again. He really wanted to rush up, hug his mother, and keep her warm. The ruthless cold wind kept hitting the hut, and the lights were swaying left and right. The weak flames could not withstand the cold wind and went out with a "porphy". The mother sighed, picked up the flint in the dark, and said, "Chi!" "With a sound, the oil lamp was lit, and the mother continued to mend the clothes. However, the ruthless wind hit the hut again and again. The mother lit the oil lamp again and again, and continued to mend. Looking at her mother's figure , Meng Jiao couldn't help but think of a small incident that happened in his childhood.

One day, my husband asked to buy a book. However, Meng Jiao's family was very poor and could not even take care of life, let alone buy a book, so he did not tell his mother. But this incident still blew into my mother's ears like the wind. Soon, my mother gave Meng Jiao a brand new book. It turned out that my mother had pawned her only dowry jewelry. Under the oil lamp, my mother She was still mending her clothes. Suddenly, her mother frowned, and a drop of bright red blood oozed out like a pearl. She put her hand to her mouth and sucked it, then continued mending as if nothing happened. Seeing here, Meng Jiao's My nose was sore and my tears couldn't be held back any longer. They poured down like spring water and wet the pillow.

The moon put away its last ray of light and the sun rose. When they came to the courtyard, her mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and said reluctantly: "Son, you must come back soon!" Meng Jiao's eyes were blurred again, and her mother was like the spring sunshine, shining on Meng Jiao. This tender grass in the suburbs and his mother's great love will accompany him through wind and rain and into the distance.

Looking at his mother waving in the distance, a little poem flowed in Meng Jiao's heart: The thread in the hands of a loving mother, The clothes on the wanderer's body. Before leaving, I am afraid of returning late.

Whoever speaks of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring. Chapter 3 Maternal love has been sung millions of times for millions of years, but it can never stop because it never stops.

When I was in elementary school, the teacher left a lot of compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I just finished writing them without any pain. I didn’t have a deep understanding of its true meaning. My feelings, that is to say, fear and hatred for my mother prevailed. Because my mother is very strict with me.

I have resented my mother’s harshness to me countless times. Although I didn’t have the guts to yell at her, I often slacked off without my mother knowing and did things that my mother didn’t allow. As a result, my academic performance has always been mediocre and my life has been uneventful. My mother was heartbroken about this. Since I entered junior high school, as I grow older, I have gradually begun to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love.

This kind of love sometimes seems very cruel and unhuman, but this kind of love gives me endless motivation and I have achieved enviable results again and again in my studies. Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I started yelling to play on the computer. My mother was "stalked" by me so hard that she had no choice but to say: "Take out your homework and let me check it. If it's done well, OK, you can play on the computer. ”

Although I can’t play on the computer right away, I still have hope of playing on the computer because I have finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the desk at lightning speed. "Mom, I've finished my homework, can we play now?" I shouted loudly.

"Are you serious about your homework? Do you know how to do math problems?" Mom asked dubiously. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake..." Before I could finish, I noticed that my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problems you did. The writing is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and you got so many questions wrong... ..." My mother typed the wrong number as she spoke. The more she typed the wrong number, the angrier she became. In her last breath, she tore up all my math homework and said, "Redo it!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I didn't dare to say another word. I thought silently in my heart, "Dear computer, I kiss you goodbye."

Although I was extremely unhappy, I knew: My mother did this for my own good. Therefore, I re-did my math homework seriously, and my mother explained the questions I couldn't do in detail.

In the math class on the second day, we had a math test. During the test, I felt particularly calm and calm. While most of the students around me were scratching their heads, I had already completed the test paper. Check it carefully.

The next day, just as I expected, under the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my full score test paper back as I wished.

That feeling is simply "awesome!" My mother is strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in any aspect of my life. My mother has very high requirements for me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth, tidy up my house...and do it well. If I slacked off for a moment, I would be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I would be criticized by my mother. The pain of flesh and blood.

Although I didn’t understand it at the time, I still tried my best to do things that my peers would not do. Now I know that my mother wants me to have a serious attitude in everything I do. No matter what reasons I have, I can't be careless. 2. A composition that highlights maternal love through description of scenery. Number of words: 60

What is happiness? Mom said, happiness is holding my hand and walking from one end of the river to the other. Dad said that happiness is grandma’s smile and a mother’s affirmation of her son. My sister said that happiness is lying lazily on the bed and quietly watching the flowing words. My brother said that happiness is like a lollipop that can never be finished...

Is happiness really so wonderful?

I walked on that familiar field road, quietly looking for something. A flower bud goes through a painful process, endures hardships, and blooms into a brilliant flower. A seed sprouts from the soil, and the heartbreaking pain also realizes the value of a life. They all seem to have achieved the purpose of life, but the flowers will eventually turn into red and the seeds will eventually become big trees. Are they happy? They are fighting and grabbing for a little bit of water and a little nutrition, and they do whatever it takes to achieve their goals. This may not be a kind of happiness.

I am on the road to autumn harvest again. I seem to be still looking for something. Between ideals and reality, they chose reality and life. There is only a rush between sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn. It is precisely because of the result of this morning and late night that their faces are filled with sweet smiles. I blew by quietly like a breeze, choosing to flee hastily, just like the timid child. This is the only happiness in their lives, but I, as a bystander, cannot experience the joy of harvest.

Am I not happy? Or because the years have ruthlessly erased my happiness, I think no one seems willing to share this small happiness with me.

My mother was also standing on the balcony, looking at my daughter who was thinking hard, only two meters away, and her eyes were focused on me. My joy and sorrow are all soaked in her eyes. Perhaps this gaze condensed the power of maternal love, and I smiled slightly. It turns out that I am also happy when I am bathed in the eyes of maternal love.

This is happiness.

Once upon a time, I was like a sad bird, looking for falling happiness everywhere. Perhaps in my eyes, their joy was inexplicable, because I did not go deep into it.

In the indifference and tranquility, I sipped the lightly fragrant tea, accompanied by the soft eyes, I was very happy. 3. The first scene description of the composition about maternal love

Growth is a peak, and maternal love is the force that helps me climb.

—Inscription: Time flies by, and time flows like water. My mother has accompanied me through fifteen springs, summers, autumns, and winters, and I have grown up like this. As the exams approached, my study load increased, making me breathless. I could only stay up late and work hard every night.

After returning home from my evening self-study, I got into the room and continued studying hard. The clock was ticking, and suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Xiaoyan, take a rest and drink a glass of milk." Mother's voice came from the other side of the door.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was only 10:30. I said, "No! It's still so early. I don't have time to drink and I haven't finished my homework!" Then there was silence on the other side of the door. At 11 o'clock, there was another knock on the door.

"Xiaoyan, it's very late. Come out and drink some milk and go to bed." "No, can you please stop disturbing me, I don't have time!" I shouted angrily.

Nowadays, I am so nervous about studying and she even asks me to take a rest. She still doesn’t want me to study anymore. This happens every day! I said to myself angrily. The minute hand in the clock quietly turned around again, and it was 12 o'clock.

I rubbed my tired eyes, stretched, opened the door, and saw that the lights were still on in the living room. When I took a closer look, I couldn't help but be stunned - I saw my mother asleep on the sofa, but she was still holding a glass of milk in her hand - the milk was already cold.

I wanted to wake my mother up, but my throat was so hard that I couldn't speak. Under the light, my mother's face turned yellow, and there were deep and shallow wrinkles on her formerly smooth and rosy face.

Mom is old! The dark circles under her eyes tugged at my heart. Mom is really old! My fifteen years of growth resulted in fifteen years of hardship for her. 4. Scenery description of maternal love

Please accept my question. The lingering affection in the rain. It rained, and I thought of you, mother, and that incident on the rainy day... I just want to apologize to you. Say: "Mom, I'm sorry!" It's time for sketching class on Sunday, and you came all the way back from class to see me off.

But God was not kind to us, and it suddenly started raining. You pedaled the bicycle hard, and heavy raindrops fell on your face, clothes, and glasses. Sweat slipped silently from your face. You didn't bother to wipe it, and still rode hard.

I moved my umbrella closer to you, but you said with concern: "Don't give me a shot. You just had diarrhea yesterday. Don't catch a cold again." I was speechless. I had no choice but to keep holding the umbrella over me.

When I arrived at school, I saw no one around, and I began to panic: Don’t miss class today! My mother even gave up taking a nap in class in order to see me off, but if she still has to send me home now, wouldn’t she be making trouble? I quickly jumped out of the car and asked the gatekeeper. After asking, I felt like a thunderbolt struck me, and I almost had a heart attack.

Too bad, there are no classes today! I walked up to you and whispered hesitantly: "I'm sorry, Mom, there is no sketching class today." You still looked pleasant after hearing this, thought for a while, nodded the tip of my nose amiably and said: "I knew there might not be class today. But I'm afraid that class will delay your study, little fool.

I'll take you home! I quickly said, "Mom, don't you still have to go to work?" I'll walk back by myself. You said with a smile: "You are a child going home by yourself. As a parent, can I rest assured?" Get in the car quickly! "I got in the car as instructed.

Along the way, the road was sometimes flat and sometimes bumpy. I felt very guilty for some reason and felt sorry for my mother. But my mouth felt like it was covered with strong glue. I couldn't open it, and even if I opened it, no sound could come out of my throat.

When I got home, I stood at the door of the building and watched your retreating figure disappear completely in the rain and mist. I suddenly realized how great you are... Another article is: Unforgettable fire. Fire has beautiful colors, but it is also scary. But in the face of fire, my mother is not afraid.

One morning, I woke up and found that the door and corridor walls of my house were dark, and there was a faint smell of burning in the air.

I was shocked when I passed by my neighbor. My mother and I learned what happened last night. Last night, the electric switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and sparks broke out. After a while, the fire started burning wildly. The smoke was billowing.

The fire truck came, knocking on doors and evacuating people. At this time, my mother also woke up. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up from my deep sleep. .

But because I had just finished my dance class, I fell into a deep sleep. No matter how much I screamed or pushed, my mother couldn’t wake me up.

I ran, but I was too heavy and it was far beyond what my mother could bear. So, my mother made up her mind not to run away, so she stayed with me until she got wet. A towel was used to cover my mouth and nose. My mother held me like this without any fear of death.

Fortunately, the firefighters saved the situation at the critical moment. The fire was extinguished, and my mother and I were saved! My mother calmly recounted the story of the composition, as if she didn’t take the fire seriously at all. But at this time, I couldn’t stand it anymore, and my tears were blurring.

In an instant, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can make my mother not flinch in front of the raging fire? My mother faced the danger of death and faced the fire? I think this may be motherly love. It is simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water.

The power of motherly love is great. It makes my mother not afraid of danger. In fact, my mother could have put me down and escaped alone.

But she did not let her hug me in a life-or-death emergency. Hold me and give me strength.

Escape is human instinct, but in the face of selfless maternal love, it can only surrender.

"Mom is the only one who is good in the world." This is true. When you are injured or in danger, your mother will open her arms and give you strength and warmth. No fear, maybe this is due to the deep maternal love! Once upon a time, I looked up at my young face and said to my mother: "I want to travel around the world with my singing."

My mother just smiled and said nothing, standing alone in the wind, thoughtfully Looking at the white dandelions flying in the sky. My mother told me that she knew that my dreams were far away, and that the farthest star in the sky would always be the destination I sought.

She said she would always support me. At that time, I only vaguely felt my mother's understanding of me, but my youth and ignorance at that time made me unaware of the reluctance and pity my mother expressed when she spoke.

Time has lengthened my figure, and as I grew up, I re-examined everything about my mother: when the sun dispersed the twilight of the night, when the setting sun was swallowed up by the hazy horizon, my mother was carrying farm tools on her back. Walking quickly on the path in the field, neither light nor darkness could stop her steps; when the sky was full of stars and my classmates and I were playing and chasing each other under the moon, my mother was weaving her love into my body stitch by stitch. In the sweater; when I was wearing a warm down jacket and chatting and laughing by the stove on a cold winter day, my mother was scrubbing the clothes in the cold water with her swollen hands;... So, my heart was deeply touched and was heavily The ground hurt. At this moment, I began to wonder, are my dreams still far away? Can I still travel around the world with my singing calmly? "grateful"! Rational thought speaks to me. However, should I stay with my mother and let her enjoy family happiness? Or should I carve out my own world first and let my mother enjoy the rest of her life? The morning sun has slowly risen, and it's a new day.

I reorganized my thoughts and asked rationally: "You don't have a strong arm, how can you repay your kindness? You don't have the ability to survive, so how dare you repay your kindness? You don't have any capital, how can you repay your mother's kindness... ? "I still can't let go. I feel ashamed that I didn't know how to repay kindness when I was young. I am even more confused now that I know how to repay kindness but don't know how to be grateful. At this time, my mother said that she wanted me to build a pair of hard wings. 5. A 700-word essay about maternal love (must describe the scenery)

My Family

I, an ordinary person, my life consists of only three points: study - after school --family.

Whenever I study, the heavy workload makes it difficult for me to breathe. And there are few friends in my after-school life, which is extremely boring.

Family only! A piece of paradise in life, my paradise!

Every weekend, the sun shines through the almond tree in front of the window, through the layers of windows, and comes into the room, jumping for joy. And I was lying on the seemingly messy but neat bed, enjoying the happiness of this family relationship. The little birds sang softly on the branches. The singing was so sweet and so comforting. This is my little world - the room: a table, a bed, a chair, and two cabinets (a wardrobe and a bookcase) constitute this vibrant and lively "castle". I often write and draw on that weathered table, sit comfortably in a chair or lie on a soft bed, listen to lyrical music, look at the sky and think about things. I always feel very comfortable in this room, and I feel even more free when the door is closed.

Adjacent to my "little world" is the room of maternal love - the kitchen.

I just opened my hazy sleepy eyes, put on my clothes, and slowly "floated" out of the room. A sweet and delicious feeling spread throughout my body, and I woke up as if my meridians were unblocked. I walked into the kitchen with light steps. , and saw that my mother seemed to be cooking, maybe cleaning, in any case, she was busy. Rinse your mouth and face, and as soon as you sit down, you see several dishes scattered on the table. "Sweet and sour fried fish", the fish meat is tender and delicious, sweet and slightly sour, sour and slightly sweet, the taste of each fish is different. "Eggs fried with green onions", although the eggs are a bit old, the endless fragrance of green onions surrounds the nose and throat. The grains of white rice are fragrant and sweet, and the snail soup is so pure that it’s hard to find it in heaven. Mom came over with a smile and asked if it was delicious. Of course I would say delicious - the beauty of a mother's love is better than anything else.

I love the kitchen! I love this warm home even more! 6. I want a 900-word composition about what I want to say to you, mother. It has one to seven paragraphs. The first paragraph should describe the scenery. Chapter

Only mothers are good in the world. Children with mothers are like treasures... ..."Everyone should have heard this very touching and touching song. Mom, I want to say to you: I am extremely grateful to you. When difficulties come, she tells me that you can do it! Go ahead and work hard to overcome everything! When pain comes, she tells me that you are not a weak person. Believe in yourself and endure bravely. Sunshine always comes after the storm! When failure comes, she tells me that you are my mother’s daughter. You have not failed, but you have not succeeded yet! Mom is the sun and I am the grass. The grass grows healthily under the protection of the sun. She taught me to be humble, because a proud swan cannot fly far. When I failed in the exam, she never scolded me, just It is said that if you work hard, you will always be rewarded. Keep working hard next time. My mother was pregnant for ten months and worked hard to give birth to me. She raised me from an ignorant child to the person I am today who can live independently! Mom, my classmates are often very embarrassed! You envy me because you don't restrain me. You always think that giving children a free space will allow them to perform better. So --- Mom, I want to say to you; "I will always --- love you!" "In short, a thousand words can't describe your deep love! Finally: Mom, I want to say to you; "Let me use love to create a paradise of love for you! May you always be healthy and happy! "There is always someone who supports us, and there is always a kind of love that surrounds us. This person is mother, and this kind of love is maternal love! It is your love that lights up the lamp of my life, and it is your love that calms my heart. Dust, it is your love that makes me discover how beautiful the world is, and it is your education that makes me understand the importance of patience. Although you have infinite care in your heart, you cannot always protect me from the wind and rain. I must face it alone. Despite all the realities in life, my love for you will never change! Mom, you always teach us that sometimes wealth is not the most important, sometimes knowledge is not the most important, and sometimes Talent is not the most important thing. If I don't have ideals, my life will be dark. Mom and Dad, you regard me as a pearl. You hold me in your hands, but you don't dare to hold me too hard for fear of crushing it; and you don't dare to hold me. It was too loose and I was afraid of falling to the ground. In this way, I grew up healthily and happily under your care. Mom and Dad, it was your love that made my life suddenly colorful. It was your love that allowed me to experience the selfless maternal love and fatherly love. Love, it is your encouragement that makes me more confident, and it is your bright smile that makes my life always full of sunshine. 7. A 600-word essay on family love with descriptions of scenery

What kind of thoughts are quiet? It quietly emerged in the night, and then that little concern filled my heart? What kind of touch suddenly passed through our hearts at an unrelated moment, making us involuntarily recall it? It was the rough palm of our grandfather caressing us, It is the kind and indulgent smile of my grandmother, the face of my father who was unsmiling in childhood, my mother’s endless admonitions, the scenes of brothers and sisters quarreling and playing with each other...the ordinary water-like silhouettes are deposited in the depths of the river of time. With the passage of time and age, it gradually becomes deeper and more readable.

This is the most unforgettable touch in life - family affection. There is no grand form or gorgeous packaging. It lingers in the heart of life. In the long scroll, it fills every gap like water. It is colorless, odorless, fragrance and shadowless, so it often makes us take it for granted when we have it, and be indifferent when we enjoy it.

Family affection is like the beauty in front of the dining table and window. Talking and laughing is the trivial details between daily necessities, rice, oil and salt; it is a look full of love, it is a complaint that seeks perfection; it is the lingering concern after parting, it is often a simple phone call or a normal sentence when we are reunited. The greetings are the most vivid interpretations of family love.

There are no soul-stirring stories or heart-stirring poems. There is never a need to think of care, but it always flows quietly like water. Every corner of our lives quietly nourishes and warms our bodies and souls. Family affection is the simplest and most beautiful affection. It is not as rich and passionate as love, nor as fresh and fragrant as friendship, but it is so lingering and endless. The aftertaste is long.

It is not due to the mutual pleasure of two people like love, nor does it have the same needs like friendship. It is connected with our blood and is always with our lives. They may be separated and die, and friendships may turn into enemies. Only family love will always be the tenderest corner in our hearts.

Although we often ignore it because it is ordinary, and often forget it because of its simplicity, when we are scarred and tired, the first thing we think of can only be our closest relatives. They can accept us with an open mind regardless of gains and losses. Family love is not a strong alcoholic drink, nor a sweet drink. It is just a cup of pure and plain boiled water. Although it is colorless and tasteless, it is something we cannot leave for a moment in our lives.

It will not make us excited, but it can make us quiet; it will not give us unforgettable experiences, but it will always provide us with indispensable nutrition. Family love has its own simplicity and nature, which does not need to be deliberately carved. By the time we realize it, it has already quietly infiltrated into the veins of our fingertips.

In the complicated world of mortals, because of that family love, no matter the distance, no matter the hustle and bustle and loneliness.

Our hearts are always at peace and calm.

Family love is like water, pure and transparent; water is like family love, endless Huang Xiuxian Wang Xiuxian. 8. Description of maternal love scenes and characters

Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and most sincere love in the world. The world has become more colorful because of maternal love.

When we were born, we began to bathe in the sunshine and rain of maternal love. Because of maternal care, we little seedlings thrive. When wind and rain come, setbacks come, and hardships come, there is no need to be afraid, because there will definitely be a mother's love to support us with a sunny sky.

Do you still remember that fairy tale that has been passed down for thousands of years? The mother uses her own blood to water the fruit-bearing trees so that her son will not die of hunger and thirst after he faints. When the son woke up and looked for his mother, he found that her mother had been sleeping in the mountains, and the trees all over the mountains had turned red like blood, which was dazzling.

The power of maternal love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station report, a building in a certain area suddenly caught fire. Soon, the fire engulfed the entire building. In order to prevent her little daughter from getting hurt, a mother used her whole body to cover her and ran through the raging fire. She finally rescued her daughter, but many other people were killed in the flames. Later, accident experts determined that it took a step of three meters to run outside the mother's home without getting burned. The mother's speed actually broke the world record for the long jump.

This is true for humans and animals. When the wild antelope kneels down to the hunter, just because there is a baby antelope in its belly, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love? When an old cow sheds tears in the desert and begs pedestrians to give the calf a drop of life-saving water, won't your heart be shocked by maternal love?

Everyone’s growth is inseparable from maternal love. It is maternal love that enables great men to do amazing things, gives artists wonderful inspiration, enlightens scientists’ keen wisdom, and enriches the inner emotions of each of us. . Mother's love is like a sky full of stars, dotted with stars, reflecting the heart of each of us.

The world becomes more colorful because of maternal love. Despite the vicissitudes of life, only maternal love can give us magical power, and the brilliance of maternal love will remain unchanged.

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My father is a bricklayer. In order to make life easier for me, my brother and my mother, To live a happy life, he had to work outside.

One summer vacation, I went to Nanjing and stayed with my father. Dad rarely has time to rest and is often so busy that he is sweating profusely. He got up at six o'clock every day, then went to work at 6:30, and once worked a night shift until he came back at 8 o'clock the next morning.

We live very close to the construction site, and once I saw how hard he worked. That day, I quietly walked to the construction site, climbed to the third floor, and turned right, which is where my father works today. I watched my father secretly and saw him pick up a square tile, cover it with cement, then stick the tile to the wall, tap it lightly with a wooden hammer, and the excess cement would be removed from the tile. appeared on all four sides. Dad used another tool to scrape off the excess cement and put it into the cement bucket. In this way, the bucket of cement will be used up soon. Dad said to the window: "One more bucket." Then a bucket of cement was brought in by someone outside the window. Bucket after bucket, Dad kept laying tiles without even taking a sip of water. Soon dad's clothes got wet, but dad still did his work and didn't wipe the sweat.

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