Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.
Like many classmates, I grew up day by day under the care of my mother.
I remember a cold and a high fever. Mother saw that I was very ill and worried. She picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother quickly carried me to bed, comforted me a few words, and without rest, she ran to the doctor to ask me about my illness. Going back and forth, going in and out, bringing me tea and water for a while, covering me with a quilt and wiping my sweat for a while, all the time ... The next day, I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing by my bed, her eyes were bloodshot. Ah! Mother didn't sleep a wink all night. I can't help but jump into my mother's arms and say, "mom, I'm sorry for making you suffer!" " "Mother smiled and said," nothing, who told you that you are my daughter? "
I went to primary school, and learning became my mother's biggest concern. My mother gets up early and goes to bed late every day, taking care of my life, helping me finish my homework, and often taking me to school and home. I remember one afternoon, it rained heavily. My mother came to pick me up with an umbrella. When I got home, I accidentally found out why my mother was so wet. My body is dry. It turned out that my mother pointed an umbrella at my side and tried not to let me get wet, but she got wet. ...
I am 12 years old this year, and my mother loves me too much. It's not easy for my mother to raise me so much! My mother gave me countless love, endless love. Whenever I eat delicious food, wear beautiful clothes, sleep in a clean bed and dream, my heart is so proud, so moved and so satisfied! My mother gave me meticulous love selflessly.
Mother's love is my spiritual pillar and my motivation to study hard.
How great is maternal love!
"The ancients said that filial piety comes first in all virtues." Young people grow up day by day, but our mother who raised us with hardships grows old day by day. .....
Maybe we didn't find that mom had done so much for us without any complaints. But we waste time day after day. Have you ever wondered, mom, why she comes home late every night? Maybe we think she is eating, drinking and shopping in the market. But in fact, who would have thought that she, our great mother, worked for us to earn money every night in the moonlight and dim light, for what? It's all to make us live a better life! I don't want us to go back to the bitter days they once lived. I want us to eat and wear warm clothes, study hard and have a good future. Maybe every mother's day you will ask your mother what she wants, but our mother always answers; Kid! You study hard and tell your mother not to worry about you.
Maybe a child who understands his mother's heart will be a little touched in his heart! Mom, they just need us not to make her work hard. In our opinion, this trivial requirement is easy and simple. However, once we really do it, every time we send out the report card, it will only make my mother sigh. Is everything they have done in vain? No, they don't think so. They believe that their children will repay her. Students, touch your's heart! Think about those mothers who work for us day and night, think about their mothers who work for us, think about how they work day and night ... Do we bring them a cup of espresso, say a warm word and a basin of foot washing water when they get off work ... Do we know their birthdays and say hello to them on their birthdays!
Love is everywhere in the world, but which one is better than maternal love! Motherly love is pure, great, selfless and unparalleled!
Is there a beautiful language that can express maternal love? I don't think so.
Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.
I read a newspaper that a massive mudslide destroyed four villages in meigu county, Sichuan Province last June, and instantly swallowed up more than 150 lives. A young mother, although her thigh was crushed by a rock, stood in a waist-deep mudslide for more than four hours with only a few big babies in her hands. She persisted until the early hours of the morning, and when the rescuers came, the baby was unscathed!
Tears ran down my cheeks when I read this report. In the misty eyes, there seems to be a sculpture standing in front of us, surrounded by sacred light, that is our mother! It is the maternal light of Chinese mothers that surrounds her!
I once read an article in Reader magazine: In the "7.3 1" air crash in Nanjing, almost all the passengers on the plane were killed, but a baby girl named Dany miraculously survived. It turned out that at the moment of the plane crash, Dany's mother Gong Hongmei held the child tightly in her arms and blocked the rocky foreign bodies and flames with her body. Gong Hongmei exchanged her own death for the life of Little Dany. The mother held her daughter tightly, and the rescuers made great efforts to save little Dany.
A few years ago, when I was a primary school student, I read this article, but I will never forget the shock it caused in my heart! With tears in my eyes, I thought about an age-inappropriate question: what is maternal love? It seems that from this moment on, I found the answer.
One day, my brother copied me a poem entitled "A bowl of rice with oil and salt": The day before yesterday/I came home from school/there was a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot. There wasn't a bowl of rice with oil and salt in the pot yesterday/when I came home from school. /Today/I came home from school/fried a bowl of rice with oil and salt/put it in front of my mother's grave.
Glancing at this little poem, I am still in a state of ignorance. When I read this little poem carefully for the second time, my tears came down. For such a mother who has to prepare a bowl of oil and salt rice for her children in the last days of her life, and for such a mother who tries her best to give her children warmth and love in poverty and bitterness. Through the biting wind and rain, I seem to see that there is a poor and great mother like Qian Qian in thousands of poor villages in Qian Qian, Qian Qian!
Like many classmates, I grew up under the care of my mother. Maybe it's because I have too much, and I can't appreciate the preciousness of maternal love. Until my mother left me to work in a distant place, until I left my hometown to study in a vocational school, leaving me away from my parents for a long time. During that time, whenever I saw my roommate and visiting mother happily get together, I would quietly hide aside.
Maternal love is the greatest in the world.
Motherly love has been praised for millions of times and years, but it can never stop, because it never stops.
When I was in primary school, my teacher left many compositions on the topic of maternal love. For me, I always finish it without pain. I don't have a deep feeling about its true meaning, that is to say, I am afraid and hated by my mother. Because my mother is strict with me.
I have hated my mother's harshness for countless times. Although I don't have the courage to yell at her, I often slack off and do things my mother doesn't allow me to do, but I don't let her know. Therefore, my academic performance has been mediocre, my life has been so-so, and my mother has broken her heart.
From junior high school, with the growth of age, I began to understand that my mother's strictness is also a kind of love. This kind of love sometimes seems cruel and inhuman, but it gives me endless motivation and makes enviable achievements in my study.
Just last Sunday, just after dinner, I shouted to play computer games. My mother was so entangled in me that she had to say, "Take out your homework and let me check it. If you do well, you can play computer games. " Although I can't play computer right away, my hope of playing computer is still there, because I have already finished all my homework. I piled all my homework on the table at lightning speed. "Mom, I have finished my homework. Can I play?" I shouted. "Did you do your homework carefully? Can you do math problems? " Mom asked with a grain of salt. "It's a piece of cake, it's a piece of cake …" I haven't finished writing, but I found my mother's face gradually darkened: "Look at the math problem you did, the handwriting is sloppy, the steps are incomplete, and there are so many mistakes …" My mother said that she mistyped the number, and the more she mistyped it, the more angry she became. Finally, she tore up my math homework. "Redo!" Looking at my mother's angry face, I dare not say another word, but silently say to myself, "Dear computer, I'm going to kiss you goodbye." Although I am extremely unhappy, I know my mother is doing it for my own good. So, I did my math homework again carefully, and my mother talked in detail about the problems I couldn't do. In the next day's math class, we had a math test. I feel very calm and calm during the exam. When most students around me are scratching their heads, I have carefully checked the test paper. The next day, as I expected, in the envious eyes of the whole class and their warm applause, I got my perfect score paper back as I wished. That feeling is simply "great!"
My mother is very strict with me, not only in my studies, but also in every aspect of my life. My mother is very demanding of me. When I was very young, my mother taught me to wash my face, brush my teeth and clean my room ... I should do it well. A little slack will be criticized by my mother, and sometimes I will suffer from some flesh and blood. Although I didn't understand it at that time, I still tried to do something that my peers couldn't do. Now I know that my mother wants me to take everything seriously. No matter what my reason is, I can't be careless.
"The blade comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom is bitter and cold." Thank my mother for being strict with me. Your love will give me infinite strength to overcome any difficulties and guide me to work hard in my future study and life and never give up. Ask if there is a beautiful language that contains love for children, responsibility for family, and serious answers to work. I don't think so.
Is there a magic ruler to measure maternal love? I don't think so.
Like many classmates, I grew up day by day under the care of my mother.
I remember a cold and a high fever. Mother saw that I was very ill and worried. She picked me up and ran to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother quickly carried me to bed, comforted me a few words, and without rest, she ran to the doctor to ask me about my illness. Going back and forth, going in and out, bringing me tea and water for a while, covering me with a quilt and wiping my sweat for a while, all the time ... The next day, I opened my eyes and saw my mother standing by my bed, her eyes were bloodshot. Ah! Mother didn't sleep a wink all night. I can't help but jump into my mother's arms and say, "mom, I'm sorry for making you suffer!" " "Mother smiled and said," nothing, who told you that you are my daughter? "
I went to primary school, and learning became my mother's biggest concern. My mother gets up early and goes to bed late every day, taking care of my life, helping me finish my homework, and often taking me to school and home. I remember one afternoon, it rained heavily. My mother came to pick me up with an umbrella. When I got home, I accidentally found out why my mother was so wet. My body is dry. It turned out that my mother pointed an umbrella at my side and tried not to let me get wet, but she got wet. ...
I am 12 years old this year, and my mother loves me too much. It's not easy for my mother to raise me so much! My mother gave me countless love, endless love. Whenever I eat delicious food, wear beautiful clothes, sleep in a clean bed and dream, my heart is so proud, so moved and so satisfied! My mother gave me meticulous love selflessly.
Mother's love is my spiritual pillar and my motivation to study hard.
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Janice M.Vidal
Life is like a long river. When the wind blows, there will always be ripples, accumulating strength in casual ups and downs, and brewing wonderful brilliance for this rolling long river of life.
The breeze ruffles a pool of spring water, making the south of the Yangtze River green, the grass grows and the peanut trees grow. It seems that it is more appropriate to replace the "Spring Breeze" in Spring Breeze and Green Jiang Nanan with "Slight Blue". It's a fish blown by thin ice on the river in early spring. The wild ducks swimming in the water tell people that spring has come quietly. It was the breeze that infected the willows by the river. They couldn't help poking their heads out to see what was going on. They watched the naughty splash jump on the water like naughty children, which attracted the grass to reach out from the cracks in the stone and greet each other. It is the gentle waves that bring spring, and people gradually feel warm, take off their heavy winter clothes and welcome the spring sunshine.
The breeze blew gently and dyed the reeds green. In the reeds, it is the laughter of ducks playing in the water. Sometimes they put their heads into the water and shake their necks, sometimes they dive into the bottom of the river to chase the fish in the water, and then they suddenly surfaced, screaming proudly, causing waves of water. Xiaolan became excited and danced with flocks of ducks. This joyful atmosphere attracted the aquatic plants at the bottom of the river, and they were very happy under the slight drizzle. If there is another spring rain, it will be more lively, sneak in with the wind and moisten things silently. They stroked the river gently, stroking the trees by the river and the crops in the field for fear of waking them up. Spring rains generally don't last long. The next morning, Wei Lan stretched himself and began to move again.
Looking at this dancing elf, you can't help thinking that life is like this. When you are proud, you jump like a small wave, but now it is so calm. There is no big storm, but there is a big truth in this foot of water. Although it is not stormy, life is brewing in the twists and turns of savings. They never stop, always maintain a carefree attitude, and even just need a gust of wind, they can dance happily. The twists and turns of life are so much. Accumulate strength in setbacks, never be intimidated by difficulties, and always maintain a high-spirited attitude. This is the spirit of Wei Lan.
Model essay 2: Wei Lan
The breeze blows on the face, the water gurgles, and the slight waves seem to ripple in the heart, soft and lingering. ...
There is no surging wave, but when facing it, I always feel that it is accumulating some emotions until one day it pours out. After all, it is a gentle orchid, destined to be gentle and graceful, just like a long green vine winding in the deepest part of your heart, thus gently giving birth to a kind of affection and love.
Walking out of the secular barriers and putting aside the hustle and bustle of the city, people will realize that they need to appreciate love with their heart, as if love is a ripple around them. A gentle breeze is a word of concern; Slight waves are the feelings that the soul is lifted up, such as rice wine with strong aroma, which needs to be brewed slowly and savored carefully to chew the indelible but imperceptible love. Many times, we are just a trivial part of the city, but we all fantasize about having a vigorous self. After all, life is too short to chase the stormy years. Gentle love can turn steel into soft fingers.
Holding a handful of clear springs and praying silently with a sincere heart, there are always some people who have such touching moves. Maybe this will only cause a slight ripple in my heart, maybe this foot of water can't make a big wave, but the simplest and most sincere things are what people need most! Slightly blue, this calm love, like moonlight that only appears in fairy tales, illuminates the handsome roof and washes people's souls against the dark outline. At the end of the song, people scattered, and bloom fell. When you realize that ripples are spreading around you, you will still feel that your mood is still extremely transparent. It seems that thousands of stars light up the whole sky and forget the darkness, leaving behind those haze, obscurity and uneasiness.
Wei Lan, so secret, but so strong, turbulent water flows through one village after another, and love blows away, nourishing the hearts of one person after another. Believe it! In the season when maple leaves are red, we don't have to look around. You will find that the emotion that has been lingering in your heart may be in front of you. Migratory birds fly south, don't feel sorry for your loneliness. Look at Xiaolan, maybe you can vaguely read the faces of people who have never left you.
Beautiful trees are luxuriant and slightly rippling, perhaps an exhortation or just a greeting, but they all have a kind of continuous affection, just like a slight churning, floating light, shining on the soul and not letting it dry up.