Words gave her too much interpretation and too much connotation. Without the soul-stirring of historical poems and the reversal of stormy waves, maternal love is like a spring rain, which moistens things silently and deeply. Motherly love is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts, and it is a lifetime of laughter. With the children sipping endlessly, the children's tears of laughter merged into the lingering maternal love.
Motherly love is a clear spring that moistens children's hearts, and it is a lifetime of laughter. With the children sipping endlessly, the children's tears of laughter merged into the lingering maternal love.
Motherly love is bright sunshine, hot and bright. She can melt glaciers, purify the soul and flourish. She nurtures life and cares for everything with a broad mind.
Maternal love is an idyllic poem, long and pure, elegant and light, full of green, beautiful and pleasant. She makes the air fresh, flowers colorful and butterflies flying. She is the only pure land that has not been polluted by fame and fortune.
Motherly love is a landscape painting, a mountain spring in Ming Che, clean and clear, which washes away the floating ornaments of lead and leaves it fresh and natural. She is pure and elegant, true and naive, sincere and flawless, and she can wash away all filth.
Motherly love is an affectionate song, melodious and melodious, sung softly. It is the eternal theme of literature and music, and literature takes maternal love as the topic, so the article will moisten things silently; The theme of music is maternal love, with soft tunes and long aftertaste.
Motherly love is a long road and a yearning for the wandering world. No matter where you go, she will extend and grow with you. That long-term concern, that earnest exhortation, guides you to the maze and eliminates the thorns in your journey.
Maternal love is a high mountain. No matter how hard you are, she always relies on the barrier to support the shade above us. The towering body protects you from the wind and rain and makes your heart calm and happy.
Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.
Maternal love is a deep pool. The troubles and entanglements of the family always fade in her mind that accommodates all rivers, and complete the fulfillment of love with silent tolerance. That generosity and tolerant personality make this family harmonious, calm and full of warmth.
Mother's love is eternal, no matter how the wind and rain erode, she is always perfect and will never fade.
A mother's love is pure, and she will always be as pure and primitive as water.
Motherly love is persistent, no matter how bitter her fate is, she always pours out her heart and never gives in.
A mother's love is deep in righteousness and firm in softness. When you cry in infancy, maternal love is a warm hug; When you are learning English, maternal love is an ardent expectation for your child's growth; Motherly love is warm hot tea when staying up late to prepare for the exam; When you travel, maternal love is a silent sob; When you get grades, maternal love is tears of excitement; When you are sick in bed, maternal love is your anxious eyes before your sick bed; When you go astray, maternal love is a kind exhortation; When you are walking on thin ice and don't know where the road is, maternal love is the salt sprinkled on your wound, which stings her heart.
When I think of my mother, depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will feel that the leaves have returned to the roots; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home. Because of maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; Because of maternal love, there is the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. Maternal love is generous, she sent away the spring dew and autumn frost; Leave it to the morning light, leave it to the dusk; But I can only forget myself. Motherly love is speechless, and it is difficult for me to express my gratitude for this heavy love. My mother silently paid for us and consumed her youth and life, but she didn't complain at all and got nothing in return. The vicissitudes of time have left a gray mark on her face and hair, which makes me sigh more about the ruthless passage of time and the greatness of love!
The depth and persistence of maternal love, we can only listen attentively and feel attentively. May the children of the world never forget to repay their mothers with strong fragrance.
Great maternal love
In the silent night, the north wind roared, and the moon shone its dim light on the earth in a simple hut, and there was still a ray of light shining.
Meng Jiao can't sleep in bed. He will leave his mother who gave birth to him and raised him early tomorrow morning and go to Beijing to catch the exam. Thought of here, his eyes could not help but shed hot tears.
In the dim light, Meng Jiao saw her old mother sewing that shabby cotton-padded coat for him with rough hands, and her thick maternal love moistened his heart.
The north wind is still whistling, like a wolf howling. Mother was shivering with cold, and her fingers were stiff with cold, like red carrots. She put down her needle and thread, put her hands together on her mouth, took a few breaths, and then rubbed it hard. Seeing this, Meng Jiao's tears poured out again. He really wants to rush up and hug her mother to keep her warm.
The relentless cold wind kept coming at the hut, and the lights swayed from side to side. The faint flame couldn't stand the cold wind and went out with a bang. Mother sighed and picked up the flint in the dark. Bang, the oil lamp went on, and mother continued to mend clothes. However, the relentless wind hit the hut again and again, and her mother lit the oil lamp again and again and continued to repair it.
Looking at her mother's back, Meng Jiao couldn't help thinking of a little thing that happened in her childhood. One day, Mr. Wang offered to buy a book, but Meng Jiao's family was too poor to even care about life, let alone buy a book. He didn't tell his mother. But it still blew into my mother's ear like the wind. Soon, my mother took a brand-new book to Meng Jiao. It turns out that my mother pawned her only dowry.
Mother is still mending clothes under the oil lamp. Suddenly, my mother's brow wrinkled, and a drop of bright red blood oozed like a pearl. My mother put her hand on her mouth and sucked, and then continued to make up as if nothing had happened. See here, Meng Jiao's nose is sour, tears can't help anymore, like a spring water pouring down, wet the pillow.
The moon put away the last ray of sunshine and the sun rose. When I came to the yard, my mother stroked Meng Jiao's head and reluctantly said, "Son, you must come back early!" "
Meng Jiao's eyes blurred again. Mother is like the sunshine in spring, shining on the tender grass. Her great love will accompany him through the storm, towards the distant.
Looking at the mother waving in the distance, a little poem flows in Meng Jiao's heart:
The thread in the loving mother's hand,
Make clothes for her wayward son.
She sewed it carefully, mended it thoroughly,
Afraid that the delay would make him come home late.
But how much love does an inch of grass have,
Make three spring scenery.
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.
Have maternal love and happiness.
There is a very precious thing in this world called happiness. Everyone wants to have it. Actually, everyone has it. Some people always think that they are not as happy as others, because they have not found happiness and have not felt it. What is happiness? People have different contents and explanations since ancient times. Happiness in the ocean of words is a feeling after people get happiness. I think otherwise, it is not just a feeling, but a process. I asked some people and asked them, "Are you happy?" Someone replied, "I am not happy, because my material life is not rich, and I still have a long way to go." Someone replied, "I am very happy because I have no worries about food and clothing and live a rich life." Unfortunately, they regard happiness as a satisfaction of spiritual and material life.
In fact, happiness is very simple. If you are not in a hurry, if you use loving eyes, if you seize precious moments, happiness is really close to us ... each of us has his own mother, and maternal love is the most precious happiness for each of us. ...
Motherly love is the purest, most selfless and most precious emotion of human beings, and every child enjoys the happiness and joy given by his mother. The long road of life has become so confident and smooth because of my mother's education, guidance and support. No matter where you go, she will accompany you to extend and go smoothly. That long-term concern, that earnest persuasion, guides you to the maze and protects you all the way.
My mother is an ordinary rural woman. In my eyes, she is one of the most important people in my life. Looking back, I remembered her caring eyes when she hobbled; I remembered her figure in every school and the storm in the school; Every time I get sick, I think of her haggard face at the bedside; I remembered that when I stayed up late to prepare for the exam, she sent me warm hot tea; I remember the tears in her eyes when she got the grades; Think of the words she cares about after every setback; I remember her happy smile and white hair on her temples when she came back from a long trip. When I grow up day by day and step into my job, my mother's heart will always be with me. Every time I fall down in my life, I seem to hear my mother's voice: "Son, does it hurt?" . Sometimes, I complain that my life and work are too stressful, but she can always patiently enlighten me and calm me down. I think if the whole world abandons me, at least my mother won't abandon me. She cares about me in every way and only hopes that I can "live a better life!" " She has been standing at the highest point of my life, silently guiding my life path.
Today, with more and more stable career and life, I began to have my own family. However, every time I go home, my mother's wrinkles and white hair are growing. In the face of her aging, what did I do besides visiting her occasionally, chatting with her and giving her some living expenses?
Great love is silent, maternal love is like water, and this kind of love is gentle and deep! Looking back on what my mother did for me in the past, I really did little for my mother. What I can do for my mother now is to live well, spend more time with her, make her less worried and less concerned, and make her feel happy because of me.