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 the taste of spicy-spicy, but I like the taste of mother's sweat. I remember one time, I was unfortunately ill in bed, and my mother hurried to the drugstore to buy medicine for me.
After a few minutes, my mother came back, panting and sweating. When I saw it, I was very distressed. I advised her to take a rest before cooking medicine, but she didn't rest for a moment and went directly into the back room to cook medicine for me. While cooking medicine, my mother ran around to see how I was and how the medicine was cooked. After a while, the medicine was finally boiled. After my mother poured out the medicine, she carefully walked up to me with the medicine, helped me up and let me drink the medicine. I reached out my hands trembling and was about to get a bowl, but my mother said, "Forget it, I'll feed you." I smelled my mother's sweat for the first time when she was feeding me medicine. It is so mellow and sweet. This sweat embodies my mother's hard work and deep love for me. Since then, I have been used to smelling my mother's sweat. Whenever my mother comes back from working in the fields, she is always sweating all over. Sweat soaked my mother's clothes. I ran to my mother and said, "Have a rest!" At the moment I spoke, I smelled the sweat on my mother's body. The sour taste was terrible, just like the smell after acid rain in the sky. It's really unpleasant Although the sweat smells sour and smelly, I don't want to avoid it. Because I know exactly why my mother smells like this-it's for our family. My mother never blames anyone for her hard work. She doesn't dress like a city woman, and her face is covered with all kinds of high-end cosmetics. She will only take care of us with her heart. Mother's sweat exudes love for home and children, and our healthy growth is the result of mother's watering with sweat. Sweat contains the mother's ups and downs. I really want to say to my mother, "Mom, you are so tired, have a rest!" " "
Since then, I have been used to the smell of my mother. If one day I can't smell my mother, I will feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable. I like the smell of mother, but the smell of mother is so unique that it doesn't need any ingredients in the world, but it is an irreplaceable smell from itself. When I smell this smell, I feel a kind of happiness and joy. Let me say, "Mom, I like your smell!" " "
I am a child with almost no father's love. My father flew away when I was one year old, but I am still very happy, because there is always a strong maternal love around me. In the past ten years, maternal love has surrounded me, dribs and drabs, from every little thing, every meal ... all condensed with maternal love!
I remember once, my mother and I went to the countryside for dinner. As a result, it was late and there was no bus back to the city. We slept in a small hotel, but I didn't live up to expectations. At midnight 12, my mother carried me all over the village, and none of them opened a clinic. Finally, there is no way. My mother had to carry me all over her back and walk to the township hospital four or five miles away. That's a woman's house. I'm carrying a six-year-old child. I can't imagine the scene at that time. I don't know how many hours it took me to get to the hospital. Anyway, my uncle said that my mother was exhausted. As for me, I am always in a daze. That night, my mother accompanied me to the hospital bench for intravenous drip. The next day, when I woke up at dawn, I found that my mother had stayed up all night, waiting by my side, bloodshot eyes staring at me all the time, and there were obvious dark circles around her eyes. When I saw my haggard mother, I couldn't help crying. My mother saw me crying and asked, "dear baby, what's wrong with you?" Does your head still hurt? "Hearing these words, I cried even more fiercely. My mother doesn't have herself in her heart, only me! I didn't expect my mother to love me so much, so selflessly. This also reminds me that "maternal love is the greatest and most selfless!" "This sentence.
Another time, when I was in English class at school, I suddenly got acute enteritis, unbearable abdominal pain and vomiting. My mother got a call from my teacher and rushed to school. As soon as she saw my miserable appearance, she picked me up and walked to and from the hospital without saying anything, but after all, I was so old that my mother was already struggling before I got to the hospital. She put me down slowly and said to me. Seeing that my mother was so weak, I nodded with difficulty, but my mother still gritted her teeth, raised her weak hands and carried me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, my mother started running up and down again, taking me to check one by one, finishing everything, accompanying me to finish the injection and buying me some candy before sending me back to school. Looking at the back of my mother's departure, my heart is warm and full of gratitude.
In these ten years, although I have no father's love, I am still very happy and don't feel lonely at all, because maternal love has deeply surrounded me. I want to say to my mother, "thank you, mom!" " Mom, I love you! "
Composition 3 Motherly love topic "Your new schoolbag, someone bought it for you; Three kinds of fillings you like to eat, someone has wrapped them for you ... "Gong Yue's Mother profoundly reveals the deep love of all mothers in the world for their children. My mother is no exception.
A few days before the final exam, my mother was ill. The night before the exam, I couldn't do a few math problems, so I usually asked my mother to "answer casually". But this time, my mother was very ill, so I didn't dare to disturb my mother's rest, so I closed the book quietly, wanted to wash and sleep first, and then asked my classmates tomorrow morning.
At about 9: 30, I was just about to go to bed when I was pulled back by a quick knock on the door. I saw my mother come to my room wrapped in a quilt. My heart trembled. This is not good. My mother won't check my homework, will she? I just heard her say, "Honey, have you finished all your homework?" Really? ""No, no, no, those topics are a piece of cake for me. The teacher has already talked about them in class. " I said with trepidation. Mother coughed badly, but still coughed, and said in that trembling voice, "Come, let me see! " "
I couldn't beat my mother, so I walked slowly over and handed her my homework with trembling hands. I didn't have the courage to look up at my mother's eyes, and I was ready for "bamboo shoots and shredded pork". After a while, I heard my mother anxiously ask me, "What's the matter? Why didn't you write down a few questions? " I looked up in a panic, only to see my mother's face flushed bright red. Because of coughing and anger, I seem to hear the voice of her veins standing out suddenly and violently.
Not surprisingly, the explanation has already begun. "After these, I will do a few pages of comprehensive exercises at the end of Huanggang Small Champion Standard Volume. If I can't, I should ask Cough-cough-cough. " My mother coughed and told me questions. Listening to my mother's intermittent cough, I deeply blamed myself and felt extremely ashamed of what I had done.
Tears swirled in my eyes, and what caught my eye was the scene where my mother accompanied me: whenever someone else's mother "accompanied" her children to do their homework in front of the TV, her mother put down all her work and housework, accompanied me to practice Chinese calligraphy, enjoyed Jay Chou's "Confession Balloon" and occasionally instructed the structure of some fonts. The picture of parents and children in harmony is fixed in my heart.
"But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays." Motherly love is like sweet spring water, nourishing my heart; Motherly love is like a bright lamp, illuminating my growth path; Motherly love is the warm sun in winter, which warms my heart. I am proud of having such a good mother!
You remember composition 4 on the topic of maternal love. There is such a public service advertisement: after a hard day, my mother came home before she had time to rest. First, I gave my elderly mother-in-law a pot of hot water and asked her to help wash her feet. The younger son saw it and learned from his mother's appearance. He gave his mother a pot of water. She washed her feet in spite of the cold water. Seeing this situation, the young mother smiled, and the TV audience will certainly laugh! This is a deep maternal love!
What can we do when we grow up and our mother gets old day by day? When that song rang in my ear: "Grateful heart, thank you for being with me all my life, and let me have the courage to be myself." Grateful heart, thanks to fate, flowers bloom and fall, I will cherish it. "This song made me understand that without sunshine, there would be no warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, there would be no ourselves; Without affection, friendship and love, the world would be lonely and dark. In order to get rid of it, we need a grateful heart.
Mother is a great patron saint. From the day we were born, she threw her life into our arms. She always watches over us. My mother is also our orderly. When it is cold that day, my mother will dress us. When we are hungry, mother will cook food and send it to our mouths. My mother is our psychological counselor. When we cry because of frustration, she will comfort us. When we are happy because of good grades, she will celebrate for us. In short, my mother gave us everything from the moment we landed.
Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers." Yes, everything is through mother's blood. ...
We want to thank our parents for their support along the way, our friends for accompanying us through ups and downs, and our teachers for their inculcation. Because there are too many people to thank, we should silently bless everyone in our hearts. Whether it's lost or owned. ...
I still remember that day, you dragged your tired body home late, covered in dirt, ate a few mouthfuls in a hurry and went to work in the fields. I'm waiting for you, but I can't find you. The next morning, I found you asleep on the workbench, with thick sweat on your forehead and gloves in your hand. When you hear me coming, try to open your eyes at once and get busy again.
Because of you, I feel the best thing in the world-love.
I felt very uncomfortable as soon as I left school that day. You took me to the hospital at once, regardless of the tiring day. You forgot to wipe the sweat from your forehead. Call the doctor to see me. You climbed upstairs and then downstairs, panting, and the doctor prescribed medicine for me, but you were so tired that you collapsed in your chair.
Because of you, I received a good education and understood right and wrong.
I really played truant that time. When you were taught by the class teacher in the office, you were very calm. You just said softly, "Don't worry, my baby, just this once." Say that finish, you led me out of the office and didn't have time to wipe the sweat on your head on campus, so you took out the only thirty dollars with body temperature in your pocket and gave it to me, telling me that you didn't do well in the exam this time, and you may not be able to do it next time! Then disappear into the vast snow. ...
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure.
95-year-old Russell, with the attitude of a scholar and a wise man, showed his frank heart to later generations with the image of a weather-beaten "century old man" who experienced endless joy. As long as you read his essay "Why am I Living", you seem to see the wise eyes of the old man, feel his warm breath and hear the sound of his heartbeat. We may not be as clever and knowledgeable as him. It is even more difficult to achieve the highest honor and lasting prestige like him, but we can also have an honest heart like him, love him, pursue him and sympathize with him with this fiery heart, as long as we entrust this heart to our mother.
Wash your mother's feet once, or pour them a cup of tea and beat their backs. When our mother comes back from work, say hello and give her best results on Mother's Day! Mother gave us too much, but she gave us very little in return. They only hope that we can have a superior result, so that when we grow up, we can find a good future for ourselves. Everything is for us, even for us.
Maternal love is deep, delicate, selfless and great. I have to feel with my heart, to feel, to be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. I remember a famous person said: Mother is a book that can't be read. Yes! I will never forget the love my mother gave me, and I will never forget it all my life!
Maternal love, I deeply believe that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Because a mother's love is paid by her mother alone.
As long as I can remember, once, I was ill, and my mother immediately accompanied me to the hospital to see a doctor. From her anxious eyes, I saw my mother's concern for me. During the period when I was still ill, my mother took care of me very hard, and didn't take care of me until I got well. I think my mother is like a big tree, and I am a small tree. My mother in the big tree feeds me hard every day to make me grow up healthily. Maternal love is a high mountain, no matter how difficult you are, she always depends on it. That towering body protects you from the wind and rain, makes your heart calm and happy, and maternal love is a deep pool. No matter how many entanglements there are at home, she always endures silently with an inclusive attitude. Generosity and tolerance make the family harmonious and calm, and make things go smoothly.
When I was in the first grade, I got pink eye because I was infected by other classes. My mother came to pick me up from school immediately after I got sick and came to the hospital. The doctor showed me and told us to buy eye drops and medicine and go back to rest for a few days before going to school. My mother and I breathed a sigh of relief and went home happily. I didn't go to school until I got well. It happened that it rained that day, and I didn't bring my umbrella. My mother picked me up at the school gate and didn't bring an umbrella that day. She said it didn't matter. It was raining all the way. In this stormy evening, my mother's thin windbreaker is so warm, as if it exudes a kind of strength, surging throughout my body and warming my heart. How I want to stop this moment, I only feel a hot air rising constantly, and tears slowly flow out of my eyes like pearls with broken lines. Maybe sometimes, love is just a thing with maternal love. That's it. It fills every minute of your life and accompanies every place in your life. You will find it so beautiful.
There is a person in the softest place in your heart. She loves you all her life, and so do you. There is a kind of love around you that gives you everything but never returns ... This person is called mother, and this kind of love is called maternal love. Mom, I love you forever. Your body holds up the whole blue sky of my life. Thank you, my mother! "
Motherly love topic composition 6 A comb can't comb the mother's mind, and a phone call can't give up the thoughts of her mother. Motherly love is selfish and great. Time flies, like flowing water, and it has gone with the wind in an instant. Although the years make my mother's face grow old, I can't make my deep love grow old.
Time always flies, but sometimes it is so long. That night, I was weak and had no strength. I didn't know what to do then. I just naively thought it would be all right after a while. Five minutes, 10 minutes, 20 minutes have passed. I looked at the dark ceiling in a trance, and everything became so long.
Suddenly a figure came along. She held my hand tightly. Somehow, these rough hands gave me a great sense of security. I opened my eyes slightly. Ah, it's my mother! I saw that she touched my forehead gently and said heavily, "You child's head is so hot and painful that you don't tell me if you are uncomfortable. Hey! " It seems to be scolding me, but I can still hear the concern in my mother's words, and I feel very warm.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I looked out the window. Oh, it's already dawn. Now my mind is very clear. Recalling my mother's anxious expression last night, I can't bear to wake my resting mother. I think this is my happiest moment. Thinking about it, I gently took my mother's hand.
As we all know, people always leave this world. When we look back at the vicissitudes of our parents, you will understand how much they have paid for us. Mom, I know you have worked hard. If you can, please let me share it. Cherish the present time and hope that I can be proud of myself in the future!
Everyone has a mother. Maybe your mother is a modern person who can sing and dance. But my mother is an ordinary family life assistant, so I am not sorry, but proud, because I deeply feel the warmth of maternal love.
My mother helps me set the alarm clock, get up early for school and make breakfast for me every day. When I go out to school, my mother always tells me to take all my study tools with me, and be careful and pay attention to safety on the way. After that, I always have a smile on my face. At this time, I thought to myself, how did my mother become so careful?
Every time I come home from school, my mother will make mung bean soup and wait for me. I ate the bowl of mung bean syrup full of maternal love and looked at my mother. I feel very sweet and warm, and I have endless respect in my heart.
Mom, you are the greatest person in my mind. Your love makes me smart and lively. Your love makes me smart and sensible. Your love adds color to my life!
Motherly love is like a heavy book, which is full of endless care and care. Every page is different. Reading this book is like walking into a world full of infinite warmth and happiness.
Open the first page, which contains deep love. One day, my mother took me to menstruation's house by battery car. On the way, it suddenly rained heavily. My mother stopped the car and took out an umbrella from the trunk. She said to me, "Baby, be careful when you open an umbrella and I ride a bike!" " "Open it for me. My mother wore a helmet, and I sat in the back carefully with an umbrella. When I arrived at menstruation's house, my mother was wet for more than half, which was the water that the umbrella "leaked"; And I'm unscathed
Open the second page, which contains a lot of knowledge. She can help me write all the words I can't write. Once when I was doing my homework, the word "asphalt" stumped me, so I quickly asked my mother for advice. My mother vividly said: "Add three drops of asphalt water to a calendar, and" green "is the" green "of grass. Do you think I am a dictionary? " After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly realized that I could not help laughing. Finally, my mother patiently added: "The word' Li' can also constitute words such as' lixi',' lixi' and' Li'."
Open the third page, which is full of life experiences. When I was a child, my mother told me stories of truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood and ugliness, and always set an example for me with her own practical actions. Mom has always been among the best in the business examination organized by the unit; After work, my mother was admitted to an adult university and kept learning new knowledge. My mother taught me to love learning, be hygienic, be polite, respect civilization, be a responsible boy, be a real man and make a contribution to society. All this is full of one word, and that is "love".
Ah! There is a small umbrella in the book; The book records a lot of knowledge that I haven't understood yet; There is an example for me to learn from in the book, which will always give me infinite strength. I want to approach her seriously, understand her and cherish her.
Composition 9 On the topic of maternal love, the taste of sugar water is sweet; The taste of coffee is bitter; Lemon tastes sour; The taste of hot pot is spicy. Is the taste of life sweet and sour? What is the taste of life?
There is only one life, so we should live differently and cherish the precious life of the universe. We came out of the delivery room, God gave us life, let us come to the world, let us taste the taste of life. When we greedily suck milk, we feel the warmth and greatness of maternal love, and let us taste the taste of life-that is, enjoy maternal love.
In Hawking's eyes, life is powerful, like a hard stone and a heavy hammer, powerful enough to overcome all difficulties and obstacles. In the face of aggressive diseases, Hawking did not despise his own life. Although life is sometimes fragile like a grain of sand and a piece of cake, as long as we face it with optimism and look at it with firmness, we can see the glory of life. Someone once said, "When God closes a door for you, he will open a window for you." We should firmly face the misfortunes and setbacks in life, and then we have a taste of life-be strong.
Although a flash in the pan is short-lived, it leaves an instant eternity and an instant fragrance. Life is so short and eternal. In the torrent, the warriors choose their own departure, giving people safety and happiness; In the vast desert, the soldiers held their posts. They face difficulties without fear. Because of their worship of life, they chose to make life eternal, which is the taste of life-having eternal life.
Looking forward to tomorrow, I hope I have a better tomorrow and make my life more brilliant. Maybe tomorrow will be full of spring flowers, maybe there will be thorns, maybe there will be fleeting scenery, maybe there will be a blue sky. There must be hope in life, hope is the driving force of progress, and it is a beautiful premise in exchange. This is the taste of life-having hope.
Sugar water is sweet; Coffee is bitter; Citric acid, hot pot is spicy. The taste of life is not only these, but also warm, strong, eternal and full of hope.
There is a kind of love in the world that is unforgettable, and that is maternal love. Whenever I hear the song "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …", my mother's kind face keeps echoing in my mind. Yes, we grow up happily under the nourishment of maternal love.
I remember one morning in the third grade, when the weather was gloomy and my mood changed with the weather. I got 2 1 in math today, and I was very unhappy. I can't help shivering at the thought that you will be furious. As soon as the bell rang, I couldn't hold back any longer and ran straight home.
When I arrived at the door, I took out the key with trembling hands, only to find that the door was open and my mother was leaning against the shoe cabinet. "I ... I ..." I was about to say something when my mother suddenly interrupted me. "What's the test score?" "2 1" I replied softly, only to see my mother raise her hand, and I closed my eyes subconsciously. Those big hands held high for a long time didn't hit me on the head, but they turned into gentle touches: "It's okay, son. Failure is the mother of success. Mom believes that you will do well in the next exam. " Mother said lovingly. I opened my eyes and saw a crystal tear flashing in the corner of my mother's eye. My heart is like being stung by a thousand swords, and I am determined not to let you down again. I stayed up late to practice arithmetic, and finally it was worth it. In the second test, I won the championship successfully. Seeing your slightly raised smile is sweeter than eating honey.
Father's love is like a cup of bitter tea. The more you drink it, the more mellow it becomes. Motherly love is like a cup of sweet tea, nourishing a dry heart. These two strands of love together, accompany me to grow up!