You can write or copy the excellent works in the examination room with the theme of maternal love or growth in the third grade narrative. It must be good! Remember the narrative! ! You can get extra points Motherly love, so silently revealed, will never be exposed.

Who is the person who thrives with me and gives me happiness? Who can work hard for me? Who saved me regardless of his own life?

Open my colorful memory treasure house and find something that will make you cry. It was dusk, and the flaming morning glow lit up the sky. When I was young, I was very excited when I arrived at Tieniu Square. I ran as fast as I could, but I didn't notice a taxi behind me. At this time, the taxi was running towards me, and I was about to get hurt. My mother rushed over and shouted, "Baby, baby! And hurriedly stopped the taxi by hand. At this time, I looked at my mother's slender arms and my heart was filled with infinite gratitude. I feel that my mother's strength at this time can't catch up with the giant. This kind of power is infinite love and yearning for me. I rushed over, grabbed my mother and cried in her arms. At this time, I saw a face full of tears and a face full of excitement. I will never forget that scene.

One more thing, which impressed me deeply. It was raining cats and dogs that day. I didn't bring my umbrella. I watched the parents of other children go home together after receiving their children. I thought: is mom there? Just when I was at a loss, my mother magically appeared in front of me, but she only had an umbrella. For me, my mother didn't have an umbrella, and my petite body stood out in the rain. After returning home, my mother has been coughing and running a high fever. I was in tears: "Mom, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I'm wrong, I'm wrong …" My mother stroked my forehead and whispered: "Son, you are right, you are innocent, it's my own fault!" Mom said that and went to bed. But I have many ideas: my mother sheltered me from the wind and rain, worked hard and didn't listen to her at ordinary times. Did my mother just leave? Does she want to kill herself? I'm afraid something will happen to my mother. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I couldn't help crying. Then I realized that my mother was my blessing. People with maternal love are so happy that I should be filial to her.

A kind-hearted mother made clothes for her wayward son's body. She sewed them carefully and repaired them thoroughly, fearing that the delay would make him go home late. But how much love does an inch of long grass have? Motherly love, so silently revealed, will never be exposed.