5 thoughts on “About 600 words about motherly love”
Melody
Everyone says that the greatest, most selfless, and pure love is motherly love, and I think so. One morning, at the beginning, it was drizzle. After a while, it poured down the rain. The rain was like pouring, patting the window, and making a "snap" sound. On this day, my mother led me to my uncle's house. She forgot to bring an umbrella. She put her coat on me. Suddenly, it seemed that there was a warm current pouring into my heart. What was this? It is my mother's meticulous love for me. Another time, the cold wind scraped, and the snow -like snow was on the bottom. I carried the bag and walked towards the school. What about mom? My mother thought that I was worn less and took me a sweater deliberately and chased me behind. "Mom, you are freezing, you don't have to care about me," I said to my mother. Mom said with a smile to me, "Child, I don't care, but I'm afraid that you have a cold!" After hearing this, my tears flowed down like the beads that broke the line, and the tears had blurred My sight, at this time, I was crying. I appreciated my mother's clothes and said to her, "Thank you." Mom said, "Don't thank you." . I had pneumonia, and I had a high fever of 39 degrees. My mother kept staying beside me, giving me medicine, rubbing wine, and sleeping at night and lights, but my mother was still on duty. I can't control myself -crying. Tears are like a car, carrying me, running on the runway of motherly love. If the mother is the sky, I am the bird that flys freely on the sky. If the mother is the sea, I am a wave flower in the sea. If the mother is the universe, I am a star in the universe, my mother is like Winter fire warms my heart. How great mother loves! 2, that is a speechless song You full of your life, exhaust your gorgeous youth, and compose the speechless song of motherly love. Remember, one year in winter, my hand frozen the blood and did not dare to see the water, so I brought a lot of dirty clothes when I went home from the school. When you get home, you quickly pick up my backpack and wash it. Later I discovered that your hands also cracked the big mouths, but for the sake of me, you didn't care about the pain in your hand. Seeing your scarred hand, I cried. Mom, you paid too much for me. Since I came to this world, I have filled your heart full, but I have never left a little bit of myself. When winter comes, the first thing you think of is that I am cold and cold, but I have forgotten that you are standing in the cold wind; making a good meal, the first thing you think of is that I like it or not, and you I have forgotten what I like to eat ... . It used to be so difficult for our life, but whenever I go home, you still try to improve my life. And I never oppose you to do this, because only so can you eat a little delicious meal under my hunger. It people say that the world is cold, so the newborn baby will cry. But as soon as he touched his mother's warm arms, he stopped crying immediately, and his young face immediately bloomed with a bright smile. Mom, you light up your child's heart with your heart, you have cultivated the child's love with maternal love, and let your child live in the most beautiful paradise all day. Mom, do you know? Since I came to this world, I have felt a great power from you. It is silent, but it is full of every corner of my body and mind. With it, my heart is rippling; with it, my life is filled with intoxicating fragrance; with it, my mind becomes extremely strong; with it, my soul is shining. It is mother's love, it is my inexhaustible power! Mom, you are not a musician, but you write the most moving melody in the world with your love. It is a speechless song that will always sing in my heart! 3, the nest of motherly love Maternal love is a warm feeling, the destination of people's longing, how many souls are purified and how many children are moved. In a person ran away from home. Three years later, she saw a tracing notice, so she went back. When I was about to knock on the door, I found that the door was not locked. When she entered the house, she asked, "Why didn't this door lock?" The older mother murmured: "Child, since the day you leave, this door has never been I haven't locked it! "What a great motherly love, this is a symbol of beauty! The door of mother love will never be locked! In a gentle spring, the mother lets you grow up like a grass; in the summer of Chiciri, mother love makes you no longer hot. When the autumn wind blows across the field and the fruit of the harvest is mature, the mother laughed and smiled sweetly. In her smile, who knows how many vicissitudes and sweats behind this smile! Throughout the year, we all live in the nest of maternal love. has gone through the vicissitudes of storms, facing the darkness of the troubles, and only one person who makes the flowers of life open -mothers. Is when you are happy, the mother paid for it. When you become a talent, the mother helped you pass by, but at this time, the mother was aging. Muchical hardship and sweat behind the beauty, have you remembered it? did you remember the symphony of your mother? Mother, ordinary. Mother, but ordinary. Mother, let happiness fill your life. Mother, sacred and great angel. 4. About my mother others say that I look like my father, the same face shape, the same smile, and the same curls. Don't ask my name, always say, "You are the daughter of XXX!" I nodded, and then heard him say, "The father and daughter look like it!" If you look closely, yes, only these hands are given by the mother. My mother's hand is almost exactly the same as me, slender fingers, wide nails, it seems that there is any connotation in the middle, but the mother's hand is whiter than my hand and is older. From her slender fingertips, I see After the mother's full time, she also saw the hard life of her mother. Listening to my mother said that the mother's family is a middle -family family, but there are various kinds of farm work, and housework and the like. In my mother's hands, I saw the hard work of her mother. She would not rest when she was okay. I always had to find any housework to do it. But she never complained about half sentences, and worked hard. Even when we were sick, we did not let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I go home from school and see a clean home, everything becomes so neat and orderly, so that I have to admire my mother. I remember that once my family was decorated, the decoration worker made the whole house walk away, and the mother looked at the floor of the gray. We advised her to rest, she sat down, but fell asleep in a while. My father and I looked at the sleeping mother. M mother has rarely taught me since I was sensible. She always said that you have grown up, you must be sensible, do n’t always let others worry about you. If I do something wrong, my mother only uses only My eyes reminded me, and then I obediently corrected and went to admit to my mother. My mother just corrected the place where I was wrong and told me to correct it. I rarely blame me. The mother is also very simple. She never wore any jewelry such as pearl necklaces, and she didn't wear clothes to buy brand -name clothes and shoes all day long like many aunts. She always said that clothes do not have to buy so expensive. What necklaces do you buy to wear, what brand -name clothes to wear, these things are too luxurious! Her mother's personality is also very easy -going. She never quarrels with anyone. She always lets her withdraw. The so -called more thing is not as good as one thing, so the mother is always silent. Mother is also particularly beneficial. She said that when others really treat you, you must also treat others sincerely so that you can get along well. I always remember this sentence, so I have many friends who are conscious. This contribution is still mother. I have n’t inherited much of my mother ’s quality. I am ashamed and guilty, but I will focus on my mother's regret to teach me and face life bravely! 5, the taste of the mother 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 spicy taste -spicy, but I am, but I am But I like my mother's sweat. Is remember one time, I was unfortunately ill in bed, and my mother hurriedly went to the pharmacy to buy me medicine. After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting, and sweat on her head. I saw it, and I was very distressed. I advised her to rest for a while to cook the medicine, but she did not rest for a moment, so she went directly to the house for me. While cooking the medicine, my mother still ran around, and for a while to see how I was, and then see how the medicine was boiled. After a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured the medicine, she walked in front of me carefully with the medicine and helped me to drink the medicine. I stretched out my hands trembling and just came to pick up the bowl, but my mother said, "Forget it, let me feed you." Just when my mother fed me the medicine, I smelled the sweat of ** for the first time. So clear, so sweet. This sweat condensed with the hard work and deep love for me. since I got used to smelling the sweat of **. Whenever my mother works from the ground, she will always sweat. The sweat was soaked in ** clothes. I ran over and said to my mother, "Let's take a break!" At the moment of talking, I smelled the smell of sweat on my mother, with a smell in the sourness, just like the smell of the sour rain in the sky, it was really difficult to smell. Although the smell of sweat is sour and smelly, I don't want to avoid it. Because I know why my mother has this taste -it is for our family. Mom's hard work never complains. She did not dressed like a woman in the city, and her face was covered with a variety of advanced cosmetics. She would only care for us with her heart. ** sweat exudes love for home. The love for children, our healthy growth is the result of the mother's sweat. The sweat contains the sweet and sour and bitter. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are too tired, let's take a break!" Afterwards, I was used to this taste of **. If one day can't smell this taste, feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable. -I like this taste of mother. Only the taste of the mother is so unique. It does not require the deployment of any material in the world, but an irreplaceable taste made by itself. I feel a kind of happiness and happiness when smelling this taste, "Mom, I like your taste!" 6, praising mother love n mother love is a selfless power, it Like Gan Lin in spring, it is sprinkled in our hearts. Although it is silent, it nourish the seedlings of a life of life. The glory and pride of all people in the world comes from mother love. Maternal love is sacred. Sometimes it gives us strength when we are the most difficult. From the moment we were born The sincere blood dissolved into every blood vessels of the mother, happily devoted her motherly to the embrace of mother's love, and a pride of being the master echoed in the chest. When the mother loves to fly, she dedicates the heart of love. Maternal love is a cradle, cultivating yourself with lush, motherly love, a folk song, singing unity, spreading civilization; mother love is a monument, engraved the past, inspires the future ... ! Mother's love, if you are a building, I am your brick, a tile, and a stone, using my small body to build your towering towering; if you are a banner, I will belong to your silk thread , Use my youth to embroider you a glittering star; if you are a garden, I will belong to your little flower, a small grass, and a green leaf. Essence "The middle line of the mother, the swimming body. The dense seam is densely sew, and I am afraid that I will return late. Essence Honoring mother is the duty of being a man. Finally, people often say "sing a love song for mothers in October" and say goodbye to the great mother's love, but I finally said loudly: "I love you, love you more Bobo's mind. 7, mother's love Some people say that it is selfless; others say that the love of mother is great; I said that the love of the mother is the best gift for everyone to give us everyone. I can't forget, whoever asked the cold and the warmth beside you and me; I can't forget, I have a fever and a cold, who has been waiting for you and me; Whoever fell off the quilt over and over again ... Oh, it is the selfless mother; it is the generous mother; the tens of millions of great mothers on the planet. Make sunlight and dew, compare the children to the tender buds of flowers and plants. Yes, if there is no sunlight, no rain dew is moisturizing, how can the young and tender seedlings thrive and how can it be a lush towering tree tree How can the most charming and most dazzling light bloom? Whenever, no matter where, the mother always dedicates their love to their children, every mother, in the children's body They all devoted her hope, and they all kept her vision. The mother's love, although not as deep as her father's love; it would not be as memorable as the teacher's love; There is a more shiny side. Every mother uses their AIDS to moisturize our hearts. It is them to teach us to be human. Maybe the mothers have nothing to do to the children, but in the mother's heart, It is the most valuable and rare.
In the quiet night, the north wind was scraped "Hu — Hu Hu", and the moon shot his hazy light on the ground. A humble hut still shone in a humble hut. Mo Meng Jiao couldn't sleep in bed. He was about to leave his mother who gave birth to him tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, his eyes could not help but tears in the six beasts. In dimly, Meng Jiao saw that the older mother was sewing the dilapidated cotton coat with her rough hands one by one, and the strong mother's love nourished his heart. The north wind still blows "Hu -Huhu", like a while, like a wolf. The mother was shivering, and her fingers were frozen. Like a red carrot, she put down the needle thread in her hand, put her hands close to her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. The tears of Meng Jiao came out again. He really wanted to rush up, hugging his mother, and warming her. The ruthless cold wind kept hitting the hut, the lights swayed to the left and right, and the weak flames could not stand the cold wind. With a sound of "的", the oil lamp was lit, and the mother continued to sewers her clothes, but the ruthless wind hit the hut again and again, and the mother was fuel lamps again and again, and continued to make up for it. R n looking at the mother's figure, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a trivial matter that happened in childhood. One day, Mr. asked to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was very poor, and he couldn't even care about life, let alone buying a book. He didn't tell his mother. But this matter was still blowing into the mother's ears like the wind. Soon after, the mother gave a brand new book to Meng Jiao. It turned out that her mother became her only dowry jewelry. Under the oil lamp, the mother was still sewing her clothes. Suddenly, the mother frowned, and a drop of red blood leaked out like a pearl. , Meng Jiao's nose was sore, and tears couldn't help it anymore. The month of the light took the last light, and the sun rose. When I came to the courtyard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and said reluctantly, "Child, you have to come back earlier!" Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again, the mother was like the sun in the spring, , Shining on Meng Jiao's immature grass, the great love of his mother will accompany him to experience the wind and rain and go far away. looking at the mother who was waving in the distance, a small poem flowed at the bottom of Meng Jiao's heart: Them mother's hand,
The dense seams, Moly returning. Watan of the heart,
There are a few articles, you can choose it yourself! (Remember to adopt) The life of a person is just a process of love and being loved.
Is when we fall to the ground, there will be a great selfless love to linger around us. That's right, that's the love of the mother. The mother gave us generously to all her love and dedication, and cared about us meticulous.
"Who speaks in the heart, reports San Chunhui." This eternal praise of my mother's good sentence has given me deep inspiration. Yes, my mother uses her most simple love to care for us and nurture us to grow, but does not count on. Maternal love cannot be measured with secular money and currency. In fact, having motherly love is better than all wealth in the world such as Jinshan Silver Mine.
Maternal love is the wind in spring, gently blowing the child's face, making people feel happy; mother love is rain in summer, moisturizing and thirsty, giving us the strength and hope of giving us a life ; Mother's love is the sunset in autumn, and at the last moment, it will also contribute a little hot and warm the earth; mother love is a stove in winter, making every effort to release their energy to help people spend a spring -like winter.
The mother loves like a cup of coffee. I didn't feel any special taste at the beginning of the product. It was a bit bitter when I drank the second mouth, and it didn't taste its sweetness until the end. The sweet coffee in this cup is the unique love of our mother for our world. This kind of love is manifested in the words and deeds of the mother, whether it is the words of caring or severe blame ... This is the manifestation of mother love. Essence However, for so many years, I have never tasted this cup of coffee carefully, and the particularly bitter and sweetness seems to have really missed me. Looking back at the past, I am childish and nie and naughty. I let my mother worry about it. I have gradually begun to share housework for my mother, solve my troubles, and initially set foot on the return on return. This makes Mom often
often feels relieved and happy. However, I know that this is just the beginning of the journey. The path is endless, and I have to go through a long trek for a lifetime!
The life of a person is not the cycle of love?
Memu love like spring rain dew, quietly moisturizing our heart field; mother love and the spring breeze of Hexi, soothe our soul; mother love is like a leaf flat boat, carrying us all the difficulties. If mother love is a blue sky, we are free birds in the sky; if the mother love is a forest, we will be a happy deer in the forest; if the mother love is the sea, then we will be the free fish in the water. Everything we come from our mother. Mother love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world. The clouds and clouds in the sky, there is a sign of raining, I hurried to school, and the thunderous sound of "banging" just when the front foot entered the classroom and the feet, mixed with the sound of rain, one after another, and one after another sounded. stand up. Seeing the dark sky like the ink, the rain was poured down like a hanging spring waterfall. My heart was like overturning the five -flavored bottle, and I was glad that I had no time to get the rain in the early one step; I regretted the loss of no umbrella ... The time passed quietly like a flowing water. Soon, at the time of school, I saw that some classmates were picked up by their parents, and some of them went home with an umbrella. Dad was on a business trip, and the mother took care of her in the hospital and couldn't go. The heart was really sad, and the eyes were gradually moist. Just when I was unpredictable, when I was helpless, I came on the face that I couldn't be familiar with. She was a mother, and inadvertently revealed all kinds of doubts and surprises in my eyes, but containing more joy and gratitude. On the way home, although my mother didn't say too much, I really felt the most sincere motherly love in the world. If parents to send an umbrella for their children is not a big event, but just insignificant, but do these do not show the most selfless and sincere motherly love? I right, the sweetest word in the world is mother; the best call is, mother; the most selfless and sincere love is "mother love".
Maternal love — the most beautiful singing in the world You always said that I do n’t understand, maintaining me like a blank piece of paper, and I am a child who has never grown in your eyes. , although I have a lot of things, I don't want to say that I know you, and I have rejected your love for me. Whenever I hear Zhang Hanyun's "Mom, I Love You", I can't help crying, and I will think of my mother -an ordinary and great mother! rn 印象中的妈妈是不爱我的，别的孩子会有许多各种款式的衣服，而我的衣服却少的可怜；同学考试进步了，妈妈会送给她小礼物，而我However, he got a faint sentence "Continue to work hard next time"; it was raining, and the parents were full of umbrellas outside the campus, but they could not find the shadow of the mother; because of doing a little things, my mother would be furious and even punished me. From that moment, I hated her a little, and I doubted that I was not my mother's biological daughter! At that time, I thought: Mom didn't love me at all! how I think about how ridiculous and ridiculous now. The life of a person is long. The front of life is always an unknown X. There are flowers and applause, of course, it is indispensable to bump and setbacks. One day in October 2006, a sudden disaster broke our original happy family. Dad drove on the highway. Due to the darkness and unknown sight, the old man and lady who was crossing the highway, the old lady, the old lady, the old man, the old man, the old man The uncle was only a bit of trauma, but the old lady died of ineffective rescue. All this is a blue sky for the two families! I know what this is for our ordinary family, and the other family's family will lose their loved ones, and my family will face huge compensation, and even my father will be sentenced. In those days, it can be said to wash his face with tears. Life is like year. Mom sees it all in her heart. After lunch, she came to my room gently and touched my head and said, "Xia, you have grown up, you know the things at home, don’t be sad, don’t be sad. Many people who love us are helping us, we will have a difficult time. Whoever has a bump in this life, the difficulties are temporary, they say that "everyone picks up the firewood and the flame is high ', we will get better. , Mom’s temper, falling in love with fire, and sometimes even hitting you and scolding you, but that is also good for you. I see your emotions in the past few days. Moms are very sad. I hope you don’t distract for these trivial matters. Only if you are happy, your mother is happy. Anyway, your mother loves you! Do you understand? "At this time, my mother was crying, and I was full of sorrow. Nodded, that moment, time seemed to stagnate, our mother and daughter's heart were tightly connected together ... For various reasons, I had to stay in school. The first noon before home, I cried for a long time. It's not that you don't want to live in school, but too much to let go. When packing things, my mother told me again and again: "It's cold, remember to wear more clothes, don't be lazy, go to water frequently, don't break the water, take care of yourself ..." This reminds me of "You Zi Yin "," Mother Zi Mid -hand, Youzi body, densely seams, meant to return late. "Mom, daughter has grown up, you can rest assured. Pholes after living in school, I called at home every week and chatted with my mother for a while. Every time I called, I heard my mother's excitement and always endlessly. Today, I understand that this is not a nagging, but my mother's true love for her daughter! . When I went home at the end of the last month, I suddenly found that the white hair on my mother's head did not know when there was a lot of more, and people were a lot of people. I know the hardship of my mother. In the warm classroom, my mother had to run around for our common home. A burst of soreness could not help but feel sorrowful, tears flowing in my heart, and I want to say loudly, "Mom, I love you." R At this time, I just want to grow up with my parents quickly and do my responsibilities I deserve for this family, let my parents take a break, and let them know that the daughter really grows up. Mother love -the most beautiful singing in the world!
"The ancients of the ancients were first and filial piety first", and we grew up day by day, and the hard -working mother became older when we worked hard .....
Perhaps we never found that the mother who did so many things for us didn't have a complaint at all. But we waste time every day, can we think, mother, what is the reason why she goes home every night every night? Maybe we think she is eating and drinking and strolling around the market. But who can think of it, she, our great mother every night to make money for us under the moonlight and weak lights, what is it? It's all to make us live a good life! I don't want to let us go back to the kind of bitter days they had before. I want us to eat and wear warmth, study well, and be better in the future. Maybe you will ask your mother what your mother wants, but our mother's answer is every time; children! You study hard and let your mother worry about you. Perhaps the child who knows the mother's heart will have a little touch! Mom, they only need to let her work hard to satisfy her. In our opinion, this trivial requirement is easy and simple. But what time we really have done it, and the transcript sent by it only makes mom sigh. Is everything they do in vain? No, they don't seem to be, they believe their children will return her. Classmates, touch your heart! Think about the mothers who work for us day and night, think about the mother who work for us, think about the situation where they get off work every day and night .... Whether we put a cup of strong cups for them when they get off work. The thick coffee, the warm words, put a pot of foot washing water ... Do we know their birthday, whether we spoke to them on their birthday! Love, there are everywhere in the world, exist everywhere, but what kind of mother love is compared! Mother love is pure, great, selfless, unparalleled love.
Who is the person who thrives and gives me happiness; who is the person who can do it for me and resent it; Who? In the colorful memory treasure trove of memory, and find that there is one thing that makes you tears like rain. It was a daze of the sky at dusk, and the fiery red sun showed a dazzling sky. I was still young at that time. I was excited when I was going to Tieniu Plaza and ran desperately. How could I notice that there was a taxi behind. At this time, the taxi was coming to me. Seeing that I was about to be injured, my mother rushed over and shouted: "Baby, baby! And hurriedly stopped the taxi with his hands. With arms, my heart is full of unlimited gratitude. I feel that my mother's power at this time can't even catch up with the giant. This power is an infinite love and infinite longing for me. Crying in the arms. At this time, what I saw was a crying face, a face with a vague tears, a face full of excitement. That scene was unforgettable in my life. R There is another thing n, which makes me remember. On that day, the world had a heavy rain. I didn't bring an umbrella. The parents of other children came home together after receiving the child. I think: Mom is here? When I was at a loss, my mother came in front of me magic, but she had only one umbrella. For me, my mother did not have an umbrella, and her petite body was particularly conspicuous in the rain. After returning home, her mother kept coughing, her mother kept coughing. I kept a high fever, I cried: "Mom, it's all I'm not good, it's all I'm not good, I'm wrong, I'm wrong ..." Mom stroked my forehead and said gently, "Child, you don’t have Wrong, you are innocent, your mother's own mistake! "Mom fell asleep after speaking. But I thought about it: Mom covered the wind and rain for me, and worked hard and resentful. I usually don't listen to her. Is it possible to leave? What's the matter, the more you want to be scared, and you can't help crying. At this time, I understand that my mother is my blessing beside me. How happy it is, I should be filial to her. Youzi is in a coat and densely seams, which is afraid to return. Whoever speaks, Sanchunhui reported? Maternal love, so silently revealed that it will never be exposed. The hand On the window, the cold wind and the fallen leaves are accompanied by the leaves; between the window seams, the cold wind is blowing in; the next to the window is on my hand to resist drying and bursting. Suddenly seeing downstairs A middle -aged woman kept rubbing her hand in the cold wind and reminded me of my mother's hand. When I was a child, I always love to hold my mother's hand. Every time I go shopping with my mother, I will be tight. Pull my mother's hand tightly. Because as long as I follow my mother, I will meet many fun. Every time I go shopping with my mother, see delicious and novel things, I will pull my mother’s hand and let her give me for me for me Buy this and buy it. If my mother said she didn't buy it, I would pull her hand more tightly, coquettish her, and look at her with a longing and compassionate look, but she can't always help me. When I was a kid, I held my mother's hand every time, there would always be a sense of safety, warmth, and fullness in my heart. accompanied by my growing up, holding my mother's hand, no longer appeared; my mother's hand It is also gradually rough and old ... In the third year of the third year, my mother's hand has been with me, accompanied me, helping me ... Every time I go home, I just need to take me to take it Put the schoolbag down, and then eat the rice bowl to eat; every time I take a shower, I just need to put my clothes on it; every time I finish my homework, I just need to scatter the draft paper or book on the table at will, That's it; every time I wake up, I just need to throw the quilt aside and throw my pajamas on the bed; every time, I ... That's it, I am in three years in junior high school I just did n’t need to work in myself for my studies. I do n’t need to work in myself. Because everything has a mother's hand behind me. Mom's hands are no longer so flexible. Because the mother's minor illnesses over the years have accumulated together, it has caused a major attack on her mother's physical disease. Mother's hands are always unconventional numb because of some reasons. Hands seem to have no perception. When you work, your hand will tremble constantly. Sometimes, even the strength of picking up the tableware. Every time I go home, when I see my mother's hand constantly twitching, I will Pulling her hand hard, she kept patting her palm, knowing that her hand was conscious. And my heart was constantly trembling. Now I have stayed in school. , Every time I eat, I have to line up for meals by myself. After eating, I have to wash it myself; After taking a shower, I have to wash my own clothes. Even if the weather is cold, the water is like ice, I have to wash my clothes by myself; every time I finish my homework, I know how to pack it myself; every time I sleep, I wake up Come, I also know how to stack the quilt and put my pajamas ... I learned to experience myself. , although I have already understood these and did these, my mother's hands will never change back like that ... Just like the three years I spent three years, my There will be no second junior high school in life ... Thinking of this, my eyes are red, tears slipped down the cheeks and turned into another ice spring in winter, cold cold And clear. Mam's hand has experienced vicissitudes, and after years of testing, it has become unbearable. However, it is still so warm and safe ... Mom, let me take your hand, let me wash it for you, cook for you Do you have done everything you have done for me!
Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love on earth. The world becomes more colorful because of her motherly love. Is when we fell to the ground, we began to dash the sunlight of motherly love. Because of the care of mother's love, we have grown up. The wind and rain are coming, frustration is coming, and suffering is coming. Don't be afraid, because there must be motherly love to support us a bright sun. did you remember that fairy tales that have been circulating for thousands of years? The mother did not die because her son fainted and died of hunger, and poured the results with her own blood. When the son woke up to find his mother, the mother had slept between the mountains, and the bushes of the mountains became red -like red and dazzling. The power of mother love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station, buildings in a certain area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire devoured the entire building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother covered her through the fire and the fire, and finally rescued her daughter, and many other people were buried in the sea of fire. Later, after the accident expert measurement, it took a step of three meters to run from the mother's house to the outside without burns. The speed of this mother broke the world record of the long jump.
The people, as well as animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, just because there is a little antelope in the belly, will your mind be shocked for motherly love? When the old cow in the desert shed tears, and begging pedestrians to give the Mavericks a drop of life -saving water, will your mind be shocked for motherly love? . The growth of everyone is inseparable from motherly love. It is the amazing movement of motherly love to achieve great people, giving the artist's wonderful inspiration, inspiring the keen wisdom of scientists, and enriching the inner emotions of each of us. Mother's love is like the stars in the sky, and the stars are a bit, reflecting the hearts of each of us.
The people in the world become more colorful because of their motherly love. The vicissitudes of the sea, the changes of the world, the only maternal love can give us magical power, and the glory of motherly love will be eternal. Reference materials: ./ Question/96655269
has no traces of time. When we look back at twilight, there are always some things deeply in our hearts ... when we pick up the fragments of memory, My heart will always set off a long -lost impulse ... This is moved ... Time has passed away, and some memories have disappeared with the disappearance of the days ... but ... that sincere mother love has become the eternal in my heart. .. Time seemed to be fixed in that rainy season, (point questions ..)
The season of rain and wetness, anger fluttering ... I am alone, lean on the small building alone, listen to the rain ... .. If the rain can erase the memory, then, rain. Can you do an exception .. Can you not erase the warm Yu Hui in my heart ....... (enter the memory) Outside the window, there was a heavy rain under the pour ... I couldn't help but put down the pen in my hand .. A little worry
The fans of the scene rendered: The inextricable curtains were boundlessly prepared to make a rain curtain, and I lived in my footsteps. I stop on the corner of the campus ... cold wind, my body, my body The more thinner Luo Yi, the closer, a familiar figure came into her eyes .... Her nervous eyes looked around. Although she supported the umbrella, she still couldn't stop the railing of the rain. At first glance, it turned out to be a mother. She hurried to my side, panting, and asked with the stiff tongue in the storm: "How are you, cold or cold, let's go home" I nodded .. Along the way, she saw me stubbornly, put the only warm clothes on my body on me, holding my little hand ... I felt the cold and warm heart. Temperature .. I watched my mother. I do n’t know when, the black hairstyles have grown silver silk; once the white and smooth cheeks climbed on the wrinkles, and the dark yellow was printed on the road. Soft and delicate hands are now like rough branches: the once strong body becomes thin, like sugarcane who is allowed to suck water by my children ............ I can't help but have a hint of ripples in my heart (character description) In I do n’t know when, the umbrella has tended to this side, and the mother ’s left shoulder is already wet, as if I can screw the water .. I ca n’t help it anymore, and suddenly hold the mother .. ..... The rain seemed to tilt out my mother's love for me in an instant, so fierce ... I don't know how long, I only know ... the mother walks hard on the muddy path ... ...... Juanjuan's drizzle contains my mother's deep love for me .. The drizzle is strong, and the love is strong. If time can stop, I would like to wake up ... ....
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Everyone says that the greatest, most selfless, and pure love is motherly love, and I think so.
One morning, at the beginning, it was drizzle. After a while, it poured down the rain. The rain was like pouring, patting the window, and making a "snap" sound. On this day, my mother led me to my uncle's house. She forgot to bring an umbrella. She put her coat on me. Suddenly, it seemed that there was a warm current pouring into my heart. What was this? It is my mother's meticulous love for me.
Another time, the cold wind scraped, and the snow -like snow was on the bottom. I carried the bag and walked towards the school. What about mom? My mother thought that I was worn less and took me a sweater deliberately and chased me behind. "Mom, you are freezing, you don't have to care about me," I said to my mother. Mom said with a smile to me, "Child, I don't care, but I'm afraid that you have a cold!" After hearing this, my tears flowed down like the beads that broke the line, and the tears had blurred My sight, at this time, I was crying. I appreciated my mother's clothes and said to her, "Thank you." Mom said, "Don't thank you."
. I had pneumonia, and I had a high fever of 39 degrees. My mother kept staying beside me, giving me medicine, rubbing wine, and sleeping at night and lights, but my mother was still on duty. I can't control myself -crying. Tears are like a car, carrying me, running on the runway of motherly love.
If the mother is the sky, I am the bird that flys freely on the sky. If the mother is the sea, I am a wave flower in the sea. If the mother is the universe, I am a star in the universe, my mother is like Winter fire warms my heart. How great mother loves!
2, that is a speechless song
You full of your life, exhaust your gorgeous youth, and compose the speechless song of motherly love.
Remember, one year in winter, my hand frozen the blood and did not dare to see the water, so I brought a lot of dirty clothes when I went home from the school. When you get home, you quickly pick up my backpack and wash it. Later I discovered that your hands also cracked the big mouths, but for the sake of me, you didn't care about the pain in your hand. Seeing your scarred hand, I cried.
Mom, you paid too much for me. Since I came to this world, I have filled your heart full, but I have never left a little bit of myself. When winter comes, the first thing you think of is that I am cold and cold, but I have forgotten that you are standing in the cold wind; making a good meal, the first thing you think of is that I like it or not, and you I have forgotten what I like to eat ...
. It used to be so difficult for our life, but whenever I go home, you still try to improve my life. And I never oppose you to do this, because only so can you eat a little delicious meal under my hunger.
It people say that the world is cold, so the newborn baby will cry. But as soon as he touched his mother's warm arms, he stopped crying immediately, and his young face immediately bloomed with a bright smile. Mom, you light up your child's heart with your heart, you have cultivated the child's love with maternal love, and let your child live in the most beautiful paradise all day.
Mom, do you know? Since I came to this world, I have felt a great power from you. It is silent, but it is full of every corner of my body and mind. With it, my heart is rippling; with it, my life is filled with intoxicating fragrance; with it, my mind becomes extremely strong; with it, my soul is shining. It is mother's love, it is my inexhaustible power!
Mom, you are not a musician, but you write the most moving melody in the world with your love. It is a speechless song that will always sing in my heart!
3, the nest of motherly love
Maternal love is a warm feeling, the destination of people's longing, how many souls are purified and how many children are moved.
In a person ran away from home. Three years later, she saw a tracing notice, so she went back. When I was about to knock on the door, I found that the door was not locked. When she entered the house, she asked, "Why didn't this door lock?" The older mother murmured: "Child, since the day you leave, this door has never been I haven't locked it! "What a great motherly love, this is a symbol of beauty! The door of mother love will never be locked!
In a gentle spring, the mother lets you grow up like a grass; in the summer of Chiciri, mother love makes you no longer hot. When the autumn wind blows across the field and the fruit of the harvest is mature, the mother laughed and smiled sweetly. In her smile, who knows how many vicissitudes and sweats behind this smile! Throughout the year, we all live in the nest of maternal love.
has gone through the vicissitudes of storms, facing the darkness of the troubles, and only one person who makes the flowers of life open -mothers.
Is when you are happy, the mother paid for it. When you become a talent, the mother helped you pass by, but at this time, the mother was aging.
Muchical hardship and sweat behind the beauty, have you remembered it?
did you remember the symphony of your mother?
Mother, ordinary.
Mother, but ordinary.
Mother, let happiness fill your life.
Mother, sacred and great angel.
4. About my mother
others say that I look like my father, the same face shape, the same smile, and the same curls. Don't ask my name, always say, "You are the daughter of XXX!" I nodded, and then heard him say, "The father and daughter look like it!" If you look closely, yes, only these hands are given by the mother. My mother's hand is almost exactly the same as me, slender fingers, wide nails, it seems that there is any connotation in the middle, but the mother's hand is whiter than my hand and is older. From her slender fingertips, I see After the mother's full time, she also saw the hard life of her mother. Listening to my mother said that the mother's family is a middle -family family, but there are various kinds of farm work, and housework and the like.
In my mother's hands, I saw the hard work of her mother. She would not rest when she was okay. I always had to find any housework to do it. But she never complained about half sentences, and worked hard. Even when we were sick, we did not let her get out of bed at home, but as soon as we left, she got out of bed and started cleaning. When I go home from school and see a clean home, everything becomes so neat and orderly, so that I have to admire my mother. I remember that once my family was decorated, the decoration worker made the whole house walk away, and the mother looked at the floor of the gray. We advised her to rest, she sat down, but fell asleep in a while. My father and I looked at the sleeping mother.
M mother has rarely taught me since I was sensible. She always said that you have grown up, you must be sensible, do n’t always let others worry about you. If I do something wrong, my mother only uses only My eyes reminded me, and then I obediently corrected and went to admit to my mother. My mother just corrected the place where I was wrong and told me to correct it. I rarely blame me. The mother is also very simple. She never wore any jewelry such as pearl necklaces, and she didn't wear clothes to buy brand -name clothes and shoes all day long like many aunts. She always said that clothes do not have to buy so expensive. What necklaces do you buy to wear, what brand -name clothes to wear, these things are too luxurious! Her mother's personality is also very easy -going. She never quarrels with anyone. She always lets her withdraw. The so -called more thing is not as good as one thing, so the mother is always silent. Mother is also particularly beneficial. She said that when others really treat you, you must also treat others sincerely so that you can get along well.
I always remember this sentence, so I have many friends who are conscious. This contribution is still mother. I have n’t inherited much of my mother ’s quality. I am ashamed and guilty, but I will focus on my mother's regret to teach me and face life bravely!
5, the taste of the mother
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 spicy taste -spicy, but I am, but I am But I like my mother's sweat.
Is remember one time, I was unfortunately ill in bed, and my mother hurriedly went to the pharmacy to buy me medicine. After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting, and sweat on her head. I saw it, and I was very distressed. I advised her to rest for a while to cook the medicine, but she did not rest for a moment, so she went directly to the house for me. While cooking the medicine, my mother still ran around, and for a while to see how I was, and then see how the medicine was boiled. After a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured the medicine, she walked in front of me carefully with the medicine and helped me to drink the medicine. I stretched out my hands trembling and just came to pick up the bowl, but my mother said, "Forget it, let me feed you." Just when my mother fed me the medicine, I smelled the sweat of ** for the first time. So clear, so sweet. This sweat condensed with the hard work and deep love for me.
since I got used to smelling the sweat of **. Whenever my mother works from the ground, she will always sweat. The sweat was soaked in ** clothes. I ran over and said to my mother, "Let's take a break!" At the moment of talking, I smelled the smell of sweat on my mother, with a smell in the sourness, just like the smell of the sour rain in the sky, it was really difficult to smell. Although the smell of sweat is sour and smelly, I don't want to avoid it. Because I know why my mother has this taste -it is for our family. Mom's hard work never complains. She did not dressed like a woman in the city, and her face was covered with a variety of advanced cosmetics. She would only care for us with her heart.
** sweat exudes love for home. The love for children, our healthy growth is the result of the mother's sweat. The sweat contains the sweet and sour and bitter. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are too tired, let's take a break!"
Afterwards, I was used to this taste of **. If one day can't smell this taste, feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.
-I like this taste of mother. Only the taste of the mother is so unique. It does not require the deployment of any material in the world, but an irreplaceable taste made by itself. I feel a kind of happiness and happiness when smelling this taste, "Mom, I like your taste!"
6, praising mother love n mother love is a selfless power, it Like Gan Lin in spring, it is sprinkled in our hearts. Although it is silent, it nourish the seedlings of a life of life.
The glory and pride of all people in the world comes from mother love. Maternal love is sacred. Sometimes it gives us strength when we are the most difficult. From the moment we were born The sincere blood dissolved into every blood vessels of the mother, happily devoted her motherly to the embrace of mother's love, and a pride of being the master echoed in the chest. When the mother loves to fly, she dedicates the heart of love.
Maternal love is a cradle, cultivating yourself with lush, motherly love, a folk song, singing unity, spreading civilization; mother love is a monument, engraved the past, inspires the future ...
! Mother's love, if you are a building, I am your brick, a tile, and a stone, using my small body to build your towering towering; if you are a banner, I will belong to your silk thread , Use my youth to embroider you a glittering star; if you are a garden, I will belong to your little flower, a small grass, and a green leaf. Essence
"The middle line of the mother, the swimming body. The dense seam is densely sew, and I am afraid that I will return late. Essence Honoring mother is the duty of being a man. Finally, people often say "sing a love song for mothers in October" and say goodbye to the great mother's love, but I finally said loudly: "I love you, love you more Bobo's mind.
7, mother's love
Some people say that it is selfless; others say that the love of mother is great; I said that the love of the mother is the best gift for everyone to give us everyone. I can't forget, whoever asked the cold and the warmth beside you and me; I can't forget, I have a fever and a cold, who has been waiting for you and me; Whoever fell off the quilt over and over again ... Oh, it is the selfless mother; it is the generous mother; the tens of millions of great mothers on the planet. Make sunlight and dew, compare the children to the tender buds of flowers and plants. Yes, if there is no sunlight, no rain dew is moisturizing, how can the young and tender seedlings thrive and how can it be a lush towering tree tree How can the most charming and most dazzling light bloom? Whenever, no matter where, the mother always dedicates their love to their children, every mother, in the children's body They all devoted her hope, and they all kept her vision.
The mother's love, although not as deep as her father's love; it would not be as memorable as the teacher's love; There is a more shiny side. Every mother uses their AIDS to moisturize our hearts. It is them to teach us to be human. Maybe the mothers have nothing to do to the children, but in the mother's heart, It is the most valuable and rare.
If ** is mother or mother
In the quiet night, the north wind was scraped "Hu — Hu Hu", and the moon shot his hazy light on the ground. A humble hut still shone in a humble hut.
Mo Meng Jiao couldn't sleep in bed. He was about to leave his mother who gave birth to him tomorrow morning. Thinking of this, his eyes could not help but tears in the six beasts.
In dimly, Meng Jiao saw that the older mother was sewing the dilapidated cotton coat with her rough hands one by one, and the strong mother's love nourished his heart.
The north wind still blows "Hu -Huhu", like a while, like a wolf. The mother was shivering, and her fingers were frozen. Like a red carrot, she put down the needle thread in her hand, put her hands close to her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. The tears of Meng Jiao came out again. He really wanted to rush up, hugging his mother, and warming her.
The ruthless cold wind kept hitting the hut, the lights swayed to the left and right, and the weak flames could not stand the cold wind. With a sound of "的", the oil lamp was lit, and the mother continued to sewers her clothes, but the ruthless wind hit the hut again and again, and the mother was fuel lamps again and again, and continued to make up for it. R n looking at the mother's figure, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a trivial matter that happened in childhood. One day, Mr. asked to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was very poor, and he couldn't even care about life, let alone buying a book. He didn't tell his mother. But this matter was still blowing into the mother's ears like the wind. Soon after, the mother gave a brand new book to Meng Jiao. It turned out that her mother became her only dowry jewelry. Under the oil lamp, the mother was still sewing her clothes. Suddenly, the mother frowned, and a drop of red blood leaked out like a pearl. , Meng Jiao's nose was sore, and tears couldn't help it anymore.
The month of the light took the last light, and the sun rose. When I came to the courtyard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and said reluctantly, "Child, you have to come back earlier!"
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again, the mother was like the sun in the spring, , Shining on Meng Jiao's immature grass, the great love of his mother will accompany him to experience the wind and rain and go far away.
looking at the mother who was waving in the distance, a small poem flowed at the bottom of Meng Jiao's heart:
Them mother's hand,
The dense seams,
Moly returning.
Watan of the heart,
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The life of a person is just a process of love and being loved.
Is when we fall to the ground, there will be a great selfless love to linger around us. That's right, that's the love of the mother. The mother gave us generously to all her love and dedication, and cared about us meticulous.
"Who speaks in the heart, reports San Chunhui." This eternal praise of my mother's good sentence has given me deep inspiration. Yes, my mother uses her most simple love to care for us and nurture us to grow, but does not count on. Maternal love cannot be measured with secular money and currency. In fact, having motherly love is better than all wealth in the world such as Jinshan Silver Mine.
Maternal love is the wind in spring, gently blowing the child's face, making people feel happy; mother love is rain in summer, moisturizing and thirsty, giving us the strength and hope of giving us a life ; Mother's love is the sunset in autumn, and at the last moment, it will also contribute a little hot and warm the earth; mother love is a stove in winter, making every effort to release their energy to help people spend a spring -like winter.
The mother loves like a cup of coffee. I didn't feel any special taste at the beginning of the product. It was a bit bitter when I drank the second mouth, and it didn't taste its sweetness until the end. The sweet coffee in this cup is the unique love of our mother for our world. This kind of love is manifested in the words and deeds of the mother, whether it is the words of caring or severe blame ... This is the manifestation of mother love. Essence However, for so many years, I have never tasted this cup of coffee carefully, and the particularly bitter and sweetness seems to have really missed me. Looking back at the past, I am childish and nie and naughty. I let my mother worry about it. I have gradually begun to share housework for my mother, solve my troubles, and initially set foot on the return on return. This makes Mom often
often feels relieved and happy. However, I know that this is just the beginning of the journey. The path is endless, and I have to go through a long trek for a lifetime!
The life of a person is not the cycle of love?
Memu love like spring rain dew, quietly moisturizing our heart field; mother love and the spring breeze of Hexi, soothe our soul; mother love is like a leaf flat boat, carrying us all the difficulties. If mother love is a blue sky, we are free birds in the sky; if the mother love is a forest, we will be a happy deer in the forest; if the mother love is the sea, then we will be the free fish in the water. Everything we come from our mother. Mother love is the most selfless and sincere love in the world.
The clouds and clouds in the sky, there is a sign of raining, I hurried to school, and the thunderous sound of "banging" just when the front foot entered the classroom and the feet, mixed with the sound of rain, one after another, and one after another sounded. stand up. Seeing the dark sky like the ink, the rain was poured down like a hanging spring waterfall. My heart was like overturning the five -flavored bottle, and I was glad that I had no time to get the rain in the early one step; I regretted the loss of no umbrella ...
The time passed quietly like a flowing water. Soon, at the time of school, I saw that some classmates were picked up by their parents, and some of them went home with an umbrella. Dad was on a business trip, and the mother took care of her in the hospital and couldn't go. The heart was really sad, and the eyes were gradually moist.
Just when I was unpredictable, when I was helpless, I came on the face that I couldn't be familiar with. She was a mother, and inadvertently revealed all kinds of doubts and surprises in my eyes, but containing more joy and gratitude. On the way home, although my mother didn't say too much, I really felt the most sincere motherly love in the world.
If parents to send an umbrella for their children is not a big event, but just insignificant, but do these do not show the most selfless and sincere motherly love?
I right, the sweetest word in the world is mother; the best call is, mother; the most selfless and sincere love is "mother love".
Maternal love — the most beautiful singing in the world
You always said that I do n’t understand, maintaining me like a blank piece of paper, and I am a child who has never grown in your eyes.
, although I have a lot of things, I don't want to say that I know you, and I have rejected your love for me.
Whenever I hear Zhang Hanyun's "Mom, I Love You", I can't help crying, and I will think of my mother -an ordinary and great mother! rn 印象中的妈妈是不爱我的，别的孩子会有许多各种款式的衣服，而我的衣服却少的可怜；同学考试进步了，妈妈会送给她小礼物，而我However, he got a faint sentence "Continue to work hard next time"; it was raining, and the parents were full of umbrellas outside the campus, but they could not find the shadow of the mother; because of doing a little things, my mother would be furious and even punished me. From that moment, I hated her a little, and I doubted that I was not my mother's biological daughter! At that time, I thought: Mom didn't love me at all!
how I think about how ridiculous and ridiculous now.
The life of a person is long. The front of life is always an unknown X. There are flowers and applause, of course, it is indispensable to bump and setbacks. One day in October 2006, a sudden disaster broke our original happy family. Dad drove on the highway. Due to the darkness and unknown sight, the old man and lady who was crossing the highway, the old lady, the old lady, the old man, the old man, the old man The uncle was only a bit of trauma, but the old lady died of ineffective rescue. All this is a blue sky for the two families! I know what this is for our ordinary family, and the other family's family will lose their loved ones, and my family will face huge compensation, and even my father will be sentenced. In those days, it can be said to wash his face with tears. Life is like year. Mom sees it all in her heart. After lunch, she came to my room gently and touched my head and said, "Xia, you have grown up, you know the things at home, don’t be sad, don’t be sad. Many people who love us are helping us, we will have a difficult time. Whoever has a bump in this life, the difficulties are temporary, they say that "everyone picks up the firewood and the flame is high ', we will get better. , Mom’s temper, falling in love with fire, and sometimes even hitting you and scolding you, but that is also good for you. I see your emotions in the past few days. Moms are very sad. I hope you don’t distract for these trivial matters. Only if you are happy, your mother is happy. Anyway, your mother loves you! Do you understand? "At this time, my mother was crying, and I was full of sorrow. Nodded, that moment, time seemed to stagnate, our mother and daughter's heart were tightly connected together ...
For various reasons, I had to stay in school. The first noon before home, I cried for a long time. It's not that you don't want to live in school, but too much to let go. When packing things, my mother told me again and again: "It's cold, remember to wear more clothes, don't be lazy, go to water frequently, don't break the water, take care of yourself ..." This reminds me of "You Zi Yin "," Mother Zi Mid -hand, Youzi body, densely seams, meant to return late. "Mom, daughter has grown up, you can rest assured.
Pholes after living in school, I called at home every week and chatted with my mother for a while. Every time I called, I heard my mother's excitement and always endlessly. Today, I understand that this is not a nagging, but my mother's true love for her daughter!
. When I went home at the end of the last month, I suddenly found that the white hair on my mother's head did not know when there was a lot of more, and people were a lot of people. I know the hardship of my mother. In the warm classroom, my mother had to run around for our common home. A burst of soreness could not help but feel sorrowful, tears flowing in my heart, and I want to say loudly, "Mom, I love you." R At this time, I just want to grow up with my parents quickly and do my responsibilities I deserve for this family, let my parents take a break, and let them know that the daughter really grows up.
Mother love -the most beautiful singing in the world!
"The ancients of the ancients were first and filial piety first", and we grew up day by day, and the hard -working mother became older when we worked hard .....
Perhaps we never found that the mother who did so many things for us didn't have a complaint at all. But we waste time every day, can we think, mother, what is the reason why she goes home every night every night? Maybe we think she is eating and drinking and strolling around the market. But who can think of it, she, our great mother every night to make money for us under the moonlight and weak lights, what is it? It's all to make us live a good life! I don't want to let us go back to the kind of bitter days they had before. I want us to eat and wear warmth, study well, and be better in the future. Maybe you will ask your mother what your mother wants, but our mother's answer is every time; children! You study hard and let your mother worry about you.
Perhaps the child who knows the mother's heart will have a little touch! Mom, they only need to let her work hard to satisfy her. In our opinion, this trivial requirement is easy and simple. But what time we really have done it, and the transcript sent by it only makes mom sigh. Is everything they do in vain? No, they don't seem to be, they believe their children will return her. Classmates, touch your heart! Think about the mothers who work for us day and night, think about the mother who work for us, think about the situation where they get off work every day and night .... Whether we put a cup of strong cups for them when they get off work. The thick coffee, the warm words, put a pot of foot washing water ... Do we know their birthday, whether we spoke to them on their birthday!
Love, there are everywhere in the world, exist everywhere, but what kind of mother love is compared! Mother love is pure, great, selfless, unparalleled love.
Who is the person who thrives and gives me happiness; who is the person who can do it for me and resent it; Who?
In the colorful memory treasure trove of memory, and find that there is one thing that makes you tears like rain. It was a daze of the sky at dusk, and the fiery red sun showed a dazzling sky. I was still young at that time. I was excited when I was going to Tieniu Plaza and ran desperately. How could I notice that there was a taxi behind. At this time, the taxi was coming to me. Seeing that I was about to be injured, my mother rushed over and shouted: "Baby, baby! And hurriedly stopped the taxi with his hands. With arms, my heart is full of unlimited gratitude. I feel that my mother's power at this time can't even catch up with the giant. This power is an infinite love and infinite longing for me. Crying in the arms. At this time, what I saw was a crying face, a face with a vague tears, a face full of excitement. That scene was unforgettable in my life. R There is another thing n, which makes me remember. On that day, the world had a heavy rain. I didn't bring an umbrella. The parents of other children came home together after receiving the child. I think: Mom is here? When I was at a loss, my mother came in front of me magic, but she had only one umbrella. For me, my mother did not have an umbrella, and her petite body was particularly conspicuous in the rain. After returning home, her mother kept coughing, her mother kept coughing. I kept a high fever, I cried: "Mom, it's all I'm not good, it's all I'm not good, I'm wrong, I'm wrong ..." Mom stroked my forehead and said gently, "Child, you don’t have Wrong, you are innocent, your mother's own mistake! "Mom fell asleep after speaking. But I thought about it: Mom covered the wind and rain for me, and worked hard and resentful. I usually don't listen to her. Is it possible to leave? What's the matter, the more you want to be scared, and you can't help crying. At this time, I understand that my mother is my blessing beside me. How happy it is, I should be filial to her.
Youzi is in a coat and densely seams, which is afraid to return. Whoever speaks, Sanchunhui reported? Maternal love, so silently revealed that it will never be exposed. The hand
On the window, the cold wind and the fallen leaves are accompanied by the leaves; between the window seams, the cold wind is blowing in; the next to the window is on my hand to resist drying and bursting. Suddenly seeing downstairs A middle -aged woman kept rubbing her hand in the cold wind and reminded me of my mother's hand.
When I was a child, I always love to hold my mother's hand. Every time I go shopping with my mother, I will be tight. Pull my mother's hand tightly. Because as long as I follow my mother, I will meet many fun. Every time I go shopping with my mother, see delicious and novel things, I will pull my mother’s hand and let her give me for me for me Buy this and buy it. If my mother said she didn't buy it, I would pull her hand more tightly, coquettish her, and look at her with a longing and compassionate look, but she can't always help me.
When I was a kid, I held my mother's hand every time, there would always be a sense of safety, warmth, and fullness in my heart.
accompanied by my growing up, holding my mother's hand, no longer appeared; my mother's hand It is also gradually rough and old ...
In the third year of the third year, my mother's hand has been with me, accompanied me, helping me ... Every time I go home, I just need to take me to take it Put the schoolbag down, and then eat the rice bowl to eat; every time I take a shower, I just need to put my clothes on it; every time I finish my homework, I just need to scatter the draft paper or book on the table at will, That's it; every time I wake up, I just need to throw the quilt aside and throw my pajamas on the bed; every time, I ... That's it, I am in three years in junior high school I just did n’t need to work in myself for my studies. I do n’t need to work in myself. Because everything has a mother's hand behind me. Mom's hands are no longer so flexible. Because the mother's minor illnesses over the years have accumulated together, it has caused a major attack on her mother's physical disease. Mother's hands are always unconventional numb because of some reasons. Hands seem to have no perception. When you work, your hand will tremble constantly. Sometimes, even the strength of picking up the tableware. Every time I go home, when I see my mother's hand constantly twitching, I will Pulling her hand hard, she kept patting her palm, knowing that her hand was conscious. And my heart was constantly trembling.
Now I have stayed in school. , Every time I eat, I have to line up for meals by myself. After eating, I have to wash it myself; After taking a shower, I have to wash my own clothes. Even if the weather is cold, the water is like ice, I have to wash my clothes by myself; every time I finish my homework, I know how to pack it myself; every time I sleep, I wake up Come, I also know how to stack the quilt and put my pajamas ... I learned to experience myself.
, although I have already understood these and did these, my mother's hands will never change back like that ... Just like the three years I spent three years, my There will be no second junior high school in life ...
Thinking of this, my eyes are red, tears slipped down the cheeks and turned into another ice spring in winter, cold cold And clear.
Mam's hand has experienced vicissitudes, and after years of testing, it has become unbearable. However, it is still so warm and safe ...
Mom, let me take your hand, let me wash it for you, cook for you Do you have done everything you have done for me!
Maternal love is the greatest, most selfless and sincere love on earth. The world becomes more colorful because of her motherly love.
Is when we fell to the ground, we began to dash the sunlight of motherly love. Because of the care of mother's love, we have grown up. The wind and rain are coming, frustration is coming, and suffering is coming. Don't be afraid, because there must be motherly love to support us a bright sun.
did you remember that fairy tales that have been circulating for thousands of years? The mother did not die because her son fainted and died of hunger, and poured the results with her own blood. When the son woke up to find his mother, the mother had slept between the mountains, and the bushes of the mountains became red -like red and dazzling.
The power of mother love is enough to create miracles. According to a TV station, buildings in a certain area suddenly caught fire, and soon, the fire devoured the entire building. In order not to hurt her little daughter, a mother covered her through the fire and the fire, and finally rescued her daughter, and many other people were buried in the sea of fire. Later, after the accident expert measurement, it took a step of three meters to run from the mother's house to the outside without burns. The speed of this mother broke the world record of the long jump.
The people, as well as animals. When the wild antelope kneels to the hunter, just because there is a little antelope in the belly, will your mind be shocked for motherly love? When the old cow in the desert shed tears, and begging pedestrians to give the Mavericks a drop of life -saving water, will your mind be shocked for motherly love?
. The growth of everyone is inseparable from motherly love. It is the amazing movement of motherly love to achieve great people, giving the artist's wonderful inspiration, inspiring the keen wisdom of scientists, and enriching the inner emotions of each of us. Mother's love is like the stars in the sky, and the stars are a bit, reflecting the hearts of each of us.
The people in the world become more colorful because of their motherly love. The vicissitudes of the sea, the changes of the world, the only maternal love can give us magical power, and the glory of motherly love will be eternal. Reference materials: ./ Question/96655269
Title: drizzle. Love is strong
has no traces of time. When we look back at twilight, there are always some things deeply in our hearts ... when we pick up the fragments of memory, My heart will always set off a long -lost impulse ... This is moved ... Time has passed away, and some memories have disappeared with the disappearance of the days ... but ... that sincere mother love has become the eternal in my heart. .. Time seemed to be fixed in that rainy season, (point questions ..)
The season of rain and wetness, anger fluttering ... I am alone, lean on the small building alone, listen to the rain ... .. If the rain can erase the memory, then, rain. Can you do an exception .. Can you not erase the warm Yu Hui in my heart ....... (enter the memory)
Outside the window, there was a heavy rain under the pour ... I couldn't help but put down the pen in my hand .. A little worry
The fans of the scene rendered: The inextricable curtains were boundlessly prepared to make a rain curtain, and I lived in my footsteps.
I stop on the corner of the campus ... cold wind, my body, my body The more thinner Luo Yi, the closer, a familiar figure came into her eyes .... Her nervous eyes looked around. Although she supported the umbrella, she still couldn't stop the railing of the rain. At first glance, it turned out to be a mother. She hurried to my side, panting, and asked with the stiff tongue in the storm: "How are you, cold or cold, let's go home" I nodded ..
Along the way, she saw me stubbornly, put the only warm clothes on my body on me, holding my little hand ... I felt the cold and warm heart. Temperature ..
I watched my mother. I do n’t know when, the black hairstyles have grown silver silk; once the white and smooth cheeks climbed on the wrinkles, and the dark yellow was printed on the road. Soft and delicate hands are now like rough branches: the once strong body becomes thin, like sugarcane who is allowed to suck water by my children ............ I can't help but have a hint of ripples in my heart (character description)
In I do n’t know when, the umbrella has tended to this side, and the mother ’s left shoulder is already wet, as if I can screw the water .. I ca n’t help it anymore, and suddenly hold the mother .. .....
The rain seemed to tilt out my mother's love for me in an instant, so fierce ... I don't know how long, I only know ... the mother walks hard on the muddy path ... ......
Juanjuan's drizzle contains my mother's deep love for me .. The drizzle is strong, and the love is strong. If time can stop, I would like to wake up ... ....
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