Mother is very important to us and everyone is indispensable, but there are still many people who don't respect and cherish her. Listen carefully, there must be many voices around: "Mom, where is my pocket money?" "Mom, I want to buy XXX, so you should buy it quickly." "Mom, didn't I ask you to bring my exercise book? Why don't you accept it? What a terrible memory "... have you ever thought about your mother's feelings while saying these words?
In this way, the mother became the only servant in the family and was called by the "little masters" to work for them. However, my mother did not complain, but silently dedicated herself to us. Usually my mother takes time out of her busy schedule to accompany us, but we find her very annoying; She tries to cook for us, but we don't like ... how hard my mother works!
Maternal love is very ordinary, but ordinary maternal love is the highest mountain in the world, and Mount Everest is also inferior in front of her. When rewriting the oath, you should write: children understand that the selfless love and maternal love of mothers are ordinary!
2. Write a composition on the topic of maternal love.
In this world, everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless and will not disappear with the passage of time.
When I was a child, I always liked to be held by my mother before I learned to walk. That feeling is so warm that I can't forget it for a long time. And my mother often carries me for a walk. Mom, you know what? In those days, whenever I was held carefully by you, I would have a great pride and happiness. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they also envy me having such a mother. So my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time.
After primary school, I can't let my mother hug me anymore, and my mother can't hug me anymore. Mom started holding my hand in and out. She expressed her love for me in the vicissitudes of life. After school, my mother always shook my hand and asked me about my performance at school that day. Naughty, I shook your hand viciously and "reported" my performance to my mother in a naughty tone. Day after day, year after year, this has become the biggest tacit understanding between my mother and me in primary school.
By going up one flight of stairs-after junior high school. I have no such leisure to hold hands with my mother anymore. Every time I see my mother, I just shake her hand in a hurry. Mom didn't force me to do this, she changed the way of expressing love. Every night, when I am doing homework that seems to be endless, my mother always walks into the study quietly. Or bring me a cup of sweet milk; Or bring me a sweet apple; Or pass me a cup of espresso ... let me deeply appreciate my mother's maternal love in that busy study.
"The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of mothers all over the world actually lies in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you.
Ah, mom, I will definitely remember your love!
About writing an essay about maternal love, the 500-word "Only a mother is good in the world ……" is a world popular song. ; Yes, only mother is good in the world. My mother's love for me is like a warm snow, which is irreplaceable. My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck. I love my mother, but my mother loves me more. On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive. Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words. Motherly love is like a warm snow.
4. Parents' love composition of 400 words has an emotion, which is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...
When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.
When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.
In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.
Parents' love is endless, not necessarily when we have a fever, but sometimes when we are not paying attention, such as teaching us to be a man, to do things, and to dribs and drabs in life. ...
The second article: I opened the photo album and found the photos when I was learning to walk. At that time, I was so cute and funny, wearing yellow suspenders, red Mickey Mouse shoes and a yellow and white lace hat. I was pulling a truck forward with one hand and protecting me with the other, as if I would fall down with every step. My mother's hands protect me in tandem. I rushed forward with a shovel in my hand. My mother will definitely hug me. I think I must have been very happy then. Look at me in the photo again and wave at me, as if to say to the person in front; "I'm coming! Wait for me! ..... "I think there must be a pair of big hands waiting for me in front. I walked all the way to my mother. Every time I take a step, my mother will take a step back, in order to let me take more steps! At that time, maybe I thought: Why is my mother so far away from me?
Now that I'm grown up, look at my childhood photos and look at me now. I am rational. I thrive under the care of my parents. They gave me a lot of love, happiness and warmth. ...
I love my family, and my parents respect each other like guests. Our life is happy, and the days are sweet and beautiful. I'm so glad to have such a family! Yes, what a pity to inherit the beauty!
5. Write a composition of not less than 600 words on the topic of maternal love.
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Whenever I hear this loud and deep song, I think of my mother's love for me, and my heart is like a wave in the sea, which can't be calm for a long time.
When I was a child, I was sickly and often caught a cold and had a fever. I remember one time, I was fine during the day and suddenly had a high fever in the middle of the night I took my temperature and it reached 40 degrees, which scared my mother to cry (at that time, my father was teaching in the countryside and my mother and I were the only ones at home). Mother bent down and said, "Come, son, mother will take you to the hospital." My family lives in the county compound and locks the iron gate at night. In the middle of the night, my mother shouted for a long time, but the doorman didn't get up to open the door, which worried my mother very much. "What should I do? what can I do? The child's illness cannot be delayed. " My mother decided to let me go out through the small hole under the door first, and I risked my life to climb over the iron gate. My mother said it several times afterwards, and I really didn't know how to climb out. In the hospital, the doctor diagnosed acute tonsillitis and needed to be hospitalized for intravenous drip. When the needle stuck in the back of my hand, my mother closed her eyes, just like the needle stuck in my mother's heart. After settling down, my mother applied a cold towel to me for a while, and then drove away the mosquitoes for me. She is very busy. Suddenly, I don't know what happened, my hands and feet twitched violently, so that my mother cried in tears: "doctor, doctor, come quickly!" " What happened to my son! "At the same time, hold me tightly in your arms, as if someone were going to take me away. After some emergency treatment, I stabilized. The next morning, I woke up and saw my mother's eyes were red. Only then did I know that my mother stayed with me all night last night, worrying about me all night, and didn't sleep a wink!
Although my mother loves me, she never dotes on me. I made a mistake, and my mother didn't tolerate me. She always taught me patiently until I realized my mistake. Since childhood, my mother has asked me to do my own thing, dress, wash my face and wash my handkerchief, and even let me go to the bookstore to buy books and stationery alone.
If I compare my mother's love to azaleas, so bright and so red; Compare it to a river. It is so long and clear. Mom, I love you forever!
6. Write an 800-word composition on the topic "Parents love their children, so it is far-reaching". This question is not easy to answer, but I have found some materials. It seems that the content about doting is not suitable for writing this article. I didn't delete it. In fact, it is not difficult to write such articles, especially narratives. Just write about some parents who temporarily made you unhappy and resentful for your own good, but in the end you understood them and everyone was happy. The following is the material: the topic of the composition-parents' beloved son, is really far-reaching 1. Better yet: 1. The traces of meteors crossing the night sky are beautiful, the traces of sailboats crossing the water are beautiful, and the traces of parents loving their children are even more beautiful. A child is a seed, which will break through the bondage of soil and grow into a seedling. Parents should weed and fertilize it, and trim and cut its leaves after it grows into a tree. The key is whether its influence is good or bad. Don't just pay attention to the aura of the present, but also pay attention to the potential and development of the future. Children should keep their parents' love in their hearts and take it with them, because it will give you strength and fly with you. Learn to love children in different ways, so that every child can become the rising sun. 6. spoil people from love. They regard love as material and fill it with the people they love. The loved one accepts it completely. 7. Parents' love for their children is to make their loved ones happy and let them have good quality and soul. 8. Parents' love for their children is not to do a lot of earth-shattering things for their children, but to accompany them and let nature take its course. 9. Parents should make long-term timing for their children, and don't forget their immediate conscience. 5438+00. The advantage of parents is fountain. Turn into a column of water and rush the child. 1 1. For parents, what they lack most at present is not the overindulgence that has been flooded, but the rational love. 12. Parents should not educate their children only by their mouths. It depends on the situation, not on the action. 13. Parents should educate their children to be persistent. As long as we don't give up our ideals. 14, it is the doting of some parents that teaches children selfishness and unfilial. (15, the rush and lag of family education will destroy the normal psychological development of children. 16, the art of education is not to impart skills, but to inspire, awaken and inspire 17, so that a person can give full play. Just appreciate and encourage 18. If you really love your child, you should send him to the stormy sea. 2. Good argument 1. Writer Zheng has a unique way of raising children. His son 18 years old must be independent. When he lives at home, he has to pay rent, utilities and support himself. 2. "Know You" Lyrics: Give me all his love and the world. I don't know. In fact, I have always understood you. When the baby eagle is learning to fly, its parents throw it off the cliff. If it doesn't spread its wings, it will die. After the dolphin gave birth to the baby dolphin, he drove the child to the depths of the sea. In order to survive, young dolphins must adapt to the marine environment as soon as possible. A couple of chemists love their children very much and only give them distilled water. The child eventually died because of decreased immunity, and the couple regretted it. Overindulgence is poison. 6. Mother-in-law tattooed "loyalty to the country", and Meng Mu moved three times and lived in a broken place. 7. Spoiling is the most direct murderer who destroys children's nature. 8. The ancients said: Parents are here, not traveling far. 9. Sow an action and reap a habit; Sow a habit and reap a character; Sow a character and reap a life. I hope your problem can be solved.
7. Write a composition with parents' love. Motherly love is boundless. The day before yesterday was my mother's sixty-sixth birthday. We got together to celebrate her birthday.
During the dinner, my brother-in-law wrote a poem to congratulate him. The poet was in high spirits and tears welled up in his heart.
Mother, my kind and simple mother, years of wind and frost have aged your face, and the burden of life has bent your body. You have white hair, and you can't remember what you used to look like. Do you have the same youth and dreams as me?
Mom, my ordinary and great mother, why have I never heard you talk about it? On the morning of your birthday, when the sun shone all over the world, we went home. My mother was waiting at the door, and when she saw us, she was all smiles and called this and that. We surrounded her into the house. "Today's sun is really good. People say that if it is sunny every day on your birthday, you will be healthy. "
Mother couldn't hide her smile and nagged at us. We burst out laughing. "Mom, you must be in good health. When did you take your medicine after all these years?
What's the matter? Just rest and sleep. Even the medicine is not so magical. ""indeed, the medicine is still not good. "
Mom is in good health. When she was young, she got up early in the production team, earned the same work points as the old men, and worked hard for the family. I am old now, but sometimes I walk too much and my heel hurts a little. Nothing else.
As long as I can remember, my father worked outside, my mother took care of our three children at home, and my brother and sister had gone to school. Only I, a little girl, follow my mother every day. When I was in Shanghai, my mother took me, put me on the farm and invited me to play by myself. I have been very good and quiet, pulling weeds on the farm and waiting quietly for my mother to come back. When I grew up, I also established feelings for that land. I like to go to the fields with my mother, follow my mother, learn to do some farm work, and then go home with my mother in the afterglow of sunset.
Later, I slowly learned to make a fire and cook. When cooking for the first time, I put sweet potato noodles as corn flour into the pot, and the sticky porridge turned into porridge, which was not delicious at all. My brothers and sisters scolded me for not eating my own cooking. I wiped my tears and sobbed.
Mother pulled me into her arms and wiped my tears. "What are you crying about? It's okay. If they don't eat, mom will. It won't be wrong next time. Better than boiling water. " Mother brought a big bowl and drank it loudly.
Oh, long time no see. I have grown from the little girl who followed my mother to thirty years old, and my mother has changed from that youthful girl to today's flower. How many sunrises and sunsets have you seen during this period? How much rain, snow, wind and frost have you walked through during this period? How many marks has time left on your face? How many mountains and rivers have time carved on your forehead? Since we went to school, you have got up early every day to cook for us. In winter, at four or five o'clock, you have to get up and turn on the stove. A pot of water boiled and a pot of steaming noodles was served for us.
You say it's cold in winter, so if you drink something hot, it will be warmer. After that, they woke us up again and again. I really don't want to get up. I always put it off until I can't do it anymore. I quickly got up, washed my face, had a quick drink and left slowly.
Sometimes you can't even take care of eating, so you leave with your schoolbag on your back in your nagging, and you will inevitably complain that you are late. At that time, I never cared about my mother's feelings, nor did I know how uneasy my mother was when she watched us leave.
Now as a mother, I feel a mother's heart. Therefore, we always deeply blame ourselves and have been tortured by a mother's anxious heart.
"Mom, today is your birthday. We wish you a happy birthday and good health. " Raise your glasses, face your mother, and give your best wishes. Gulp it off.
Mom, thank you, thank you, at this time, any language is powerless. In the 1990s, my brother and sister had already worked, and I went to a technical secondary school. Things are much better at home, at least you are no longer short of money.
However, at this time, grandma was sick, had cerebral thrombosis and needed someone to take care of her, so grandma came to live with us, and dad no longer went out to work to take care of this family with you. When cooking, grandma needs to eat rotten food, but we don't like it, so you have to cook it for grandma alone.
With more clothes, the work in the field is still the same. However, I seldom hear your complaints. You told me that you were out of the way, and you had to bear everything yourself.
My mother, how many worries and tears have you shed in your heart, white hair appears on your temples, and your bright cheeks make you thinner. Once, grandma had a birthday and relatives came. At noon, you serve the top strips so that everyone can pad their stomachs first. As a result, everyone ate less and left a lot.
My aunt said to me, "Look at your mother, it's raining so hard that it hasn't been counted yet." What can I do with the rest? " I found my mother and complained to her quietly.
Unexpectedly, mother shed tears. This is the only time my mother cried in front of me. I'm a little scared. "Mom, what's the matter with you?" "They say so, even you want to say so? If there is less rain and it is not enough, what will others think, or it is better to leave some behind, without their care. " That time, my mother really broke her heart. She can bear what others say, and her children complain. How wronged she felt.
Mom, I'm sorry, please let me say sorry to you, forgive me, forgive your daughter who hasn't grown up yet. Time goes by mercilessly. You worked hard, raised us and spent your old age with grandma. Mom, is this your dream? You always say that as long as you have a good life, I will be relieved.
My mother, oh, you have been paying attention to us all your life. When will you think about yourself? On that occasion, we said, "Mom, please don't farm. When you are old, you should take a break. "
"No, I can still walk. I had better plant it. I can have fresh rice and beans every year, so I can give you some. " Mother's face was filled with a satisfied smile when she spoke.
"When my cotton is harvested, I can make a quilt for you and a cotton-padded jacket for my grandson. It's too warm to freeze. " I know, mother's life.
8. Write a 600-word composition to express maternal love
My father gave birth to me and my mother bowed to me. Spoil me, feed me, grow me and nurture me. Take care of me, answer me, get in and out of my abdomen. If you want to repay kindness, you will be extremely confused. -The Book of Songs
There is a song "Looking for You" with the title: "Missing Mom-the Embodiment of Spring". The text is: find a woman who can cook, sew, nurse, make up lessons, get up early and go to bed late, endure to forget myself forever, work at least/kloc-0.8 hours a day, and stay up 24 hours if necessary. Work seven days a week, no entertainment, never quit your job ... sacrifice your life if necessary. Make the finishing point at the bottom of the notice: who can win except mom? Let's shout together: Mom, I love you!
In fact, this is someone who defines mother affectionately in another way. For women, weak; Being a mother is strong.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears ... the hand that drives the world is the hand that shakes the cradle. Be pregnant in October and give birth once.
Birthday is a mother's day, and it is also the most painful day for her. From that day on, the best dream of my mother's girlhood became a busy reality. She looked after us and grew up as a teenager, but she became the "housewife" she despised most when she was young.
All this is cruel. Mom, I do.
The mother watered her young life at the other end of the umbilical cord; Wrapped in appropriate "sugar coating", we pick up the past, spread out the future, hold up the years, and embrace unfathomable forever.
How many times have I looked at the child's youth, recklessness and self-righteousness, and my mother was so distressed that she could not speak. Now, the past in which mother hugged us is changing, and it has become her future with us.
Holding the mother's skirt, through the circulation of years, the change of time and space has erased the colorful seasons, but it can't weather the color of mother's love.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears. ...
"The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son. She sews it carefully and repairs it thoroughly, fearing that it will delay his time to go home, but an inch of grass has won much love." A "Wandering Sons" vividly shows the greatness and selflessness of maternal love. When you succeed, your mother teaches you not to lose yourself.
When you are frustrated, your mother's encouragement and comfort can always help you find yourself in adversity. Everyone has enough clothes on the treetops, and they all want to travel around the world by themselves ... I haven't taken care of it at all, and my mother's hair has been turned white by us.
Children travel thousands of miles, while mothers watch. Mother said she was not alone-all lonely mothers in the world were with her. "Parents don't care about their children. As long as you are happy, don't let your parents worry about it." This is what our mother will repay!
Give your mother more love, even if it is a fan in hot summer, a sweater in cold winter, and affectionate greetings on the phone in the quiet night.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears. ...
What is the most precious thing in life? Maternal love. Behind every great man, there is a great mother. Thank God, we are not great men, but we also have great maternal love.
When I come back from a long way, my mother always greets me with gratitude. She regards the child's return as a precious gift from God. Mother's modesty transcends all grievances, and they shape the absolute conscience of the world.
Touching the palm print, counting yesterday, the imagination is exhausted-this is the first awakening of conscience. Mother is drifting away from our past. Time gives us the future, but it tramples on our absolute intimate dependence on our mother.
Mother's casual loneliness and her gradually disabled figure are increasing disproportionately with our abundant youth; They hurried past and could only stay in one yellowed photo after another; And our gorgeous youth is still tenaciously nourished by our mother's youth.
There must be something that can make us always feel empty when facing our mother, like a madman standing in front of the Buddha and losing confidence. At this moment, fame and fortune are like leaves in previous lives-facing my mother, I suddenly saw roots.
There are so many things on my mother that we can't help crying.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears. ...
Let the soul become a thousand rays of sunshine, travel through time and space, and look for the years that have passed inadvertently; But we can't pick up the beads that my mother gave us and were ignored by you and me. It's a little love that makes you and I feel guilty and lost.
Motherly love is an unfathomable pool of water.
When we think of our mother, we burst into tears. ...
Take a fine tooth comb and sort out your complicated thoughts.
We shed tears when we thought of our mother.
9. Parental Love Composition Parental Love
There is a feeling that is not as fragile as friendship. It is not as warm and short as love. In fact, this kind of emotion is the love of parents. It is so pure and true, so permanent and full of people's lives. ...
When I was a child, whenever I fell, my parents never helped us, but we always cried and got up; Whenever we get on the bus, our parents always refuse to give us our seats, saying that we are old enough to stand and let us stand helplessly. At that time, we were young and didn't know what love was. We only know that our parents buy food for us and play with us. This is love. In fact, "letting yourself up" and "refusing to give up your seat" are also love. It was at this time that we began to blame our parents.
When we were in primary school, we were always beaten and scolded for being naughty, either because we fought with others or because we didn't finish our homework and often made mistakes. But who doesn't care about their children? Who doesn't want their children to be dragons and phoenixes? But, at that time, how would we know? We only know that it is good for parents to solve problems for us and check homework at night, but so is their daily "nagging"! It is they who remind us to wear clothes in cold weather, to take off our clothes in hot weather, to be careful when crossing the road and so on. So, we only praised my parents for being smart and knowing how to do any problems, and everything else was belittled as useless. When we grow up and go to primary school, our parents let us do our own things, wash our own clothes, clean our own rooms and mop our own floors. Sometimes because they are busy with work, they let us cook and cook by ourselves. Of course, checking homework and solving problems is also an excuse that you can't do it. We will say things like "My parents are heartless" and "I can't even do these questions". Only when we go away from home to study will we know that letters and postcards from our parents have become a long silk thread. One is our parents who are not safe in the sky, and the other is our parents who are anxiously waiting on the ground. They don't let or dare to let the silk thread break, so they often keep in touch with us. Whenever we receive these letters, we may laugh at our parents. Finally, we felt the love of our parents and understood them.
In the future, we will eventually be parents, feel the difficulty of being parents, and touch our children with our love.
The love between parents is endless. What a pity to inherit the wind!
10. Write a composition on the topic of maternal love, and be creative.
Go to school with a negative book and go on stage in uniform; Touched and inspirational, I get maternal love and wear it.
The love of husband and mother, noble personality and deep feelings.
If the husband is in the spring morning, he will melt the cold snow and ice; The early warbler lingers and the new swallow returns; White catkins contend, green silk contend; Spring sleep unconsciously, falling flowers are still there; At that time, my mother was preparing for cooking in the morning, wearing a thin coat; Gently turn the door handle to wake me up; Enjoy breakfast and leave; Full of smiles and endless expectations.
In the summer afternoon, the rain hits the forest and bananas, and the wind blows the wheat waves; Lotus leaf side, lotus tip just now; Cicadas turn to pity, crickets sing lovely; The flame disk is high above and exposed to the scorching sun; At that time, my mother was exposed to the sun, and the heat was unbearable; Remove the bowl and taste the soup; Sweating, covered with a towel; When I left, I told you to be brief.
It's autumn night, the dusk is misty, and the sunset glow is gurgling; A person in court, alone in front of the house; Leap over the scale and over the goose; Innocent vilen, look straight; At that time, the mother shore fell maple and came by bike; Looking for me, the vast sea of people; Returning home after bathing in the moon, the Buddha will be lazy; If you turn your back on your family, you will start a fire.
Winter nights are also ice and snow; Vigorous pine, cool Cooper; It is not surprising that creatures hibernate and die; The snow is endless and the windowsill is white; When I was a child, my mother studied hard, but I couldn't catch it. I forgot it, hell pays; Or work alone, sitting at a desk; In the middle of the night, the figure is still there.
When I was young, I was ignorant. Teenagers, naughty naughty boys. The spring breeze melts the rain, which is kind and cordial. Or rags, weaving, loving mothers; Or cynicism, scolding, strict with teachers; Poor duty, silent black and white; The day is hard, the night is bitter, and the ravines are dense; Do your best, no accidents; It is not dangerous to leave virtue after death; Alas, more friends than mothers? Andrew thanked his mother for her kindness. The loving mother in the world was very happy. When did you realize this long-cherished wish? Why should you cherish our son's illness?