I remember a saying that "the contest between nations is the contest between mothers". I don't know its origin, but this sentence touched my heart greatly. Mother, a great and sacred title, I don't know how many poems or songs have praised you. Now I still want to pour out my love for you, the great mother, in my plain language.
There is a story that is well-known in China. A mother who raised her children alone moved three times in a row in order to give her children a better growing environment. What she did made a great figure of Confucianism, and people called her Mencius, a "sage" thinker. Therefore, her story became two familiar words of Saint Amethyst's "Meng Mu used to choose neighbors" to educate future generations. People all know that Mencius is a brilliant star in the history of China's thoughts, but we can imagine what China would lose without such a visionary mother.
There is also a mother whose child was scolded by the teacher at the age of eight because of poor subjects: "There are no more stupid children like you." The child ran home crying for his mother, who said to him, "Mom believes that you are the best child and she will teach you." In this way, a silly child, inspired by this great mother, stepped onto the road of scientific research and eventually became a world-famous figure. The child's name is Edison. It is conceivable that without this mother, our world would suffer much loss.
Some people say that maternal love is like the sea, because she has an all-inclusive mind, some people say that maternal love is like a candle, because she works hard and burns herself to illuminate others, and some people say that maternal love is sunshine, because she warms the body and mind and gives people strength ... I don't think it is too much to compare maternal love to anything beautiful in the world, but I prefer to compare maternal love to a spring rain, which is a persistent, silent and unrequited effort.
As the saying goes, "if you don't raise children, you don't know your parents' kindness." "When I became a mother myself, I found that every ordinary little thing in my life was permeated with my mother's hard work. What is there that my mother doesn't care about? It turns out that the white hair on my mother's head is a living record of her care bit by bit. However, my mother never complained and never asked me for anything, just silently paid.
The milk my mother handed me in the morning, the sweater my mother knitted, my mother's words on the way and my mother's greetings when I went home all moved me. The child was ill, and the young mother cried with the injected child in her arms. Crystal tears touched me. Learning progress, happy mother's bright smile touched me; I was moved by my successful career and the proud expression of my elderly mother. I can't list too many contacts. But I know that these are the hearts of mothers, and I am moved by the hearts of all simple mothers in the world.
If you are a child, please tell your mother how much you love her in the sweetest voice. If you are an adult, please express all your love for your mother with your simplest actions.