Mom, you are a red candle, and I am a gloomy hut. You burn silently, releasing light to illuminate me. This is the song in my heart. My mother is the person I admire most. Yes, every compliment to my mother is a beautiful poem and a touching song.
From the feeding of sweet milk to the stumbling support; From the day-to-day escort when I first entered kindergarten to the thousands of exhortations on my way to school, ... My mother's love for me has always been true, accompanying me like a shadow. I don't know how many times I have been touched, and I am happy and crying. ...
I spent three and a half years in kindergarten in a branch kindergarten of the university. At that time, my mother worked in the suburbs far away. In my memory, every morning my mother took my little hand to accompany me to kindergarten, and then ran to catch the bus to work; I always sweat on my forehead in the afternoon. Send me home in time. At that time, I didn't understand why my mother was always sweating all over her face in the afternoon-even in the cold winter. Occasionally, I naively ask my mother, "Mom, are you hot?" Now, I finally understand the origin of the beads of sweat that have always accompanied my mother's face. During that time, in order to let me go home in time in the afternoon and avoid being alone in the nursery, my mother ran after work every day. Such days and scenes have lasted for nearly 600 days.
Ah! This is maternal love, this is the mother, every time I think of it, my heart is always difficult to calm down! Motherly love is ordinary and selfless! "Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby." This voice expresses the voice of all children in the world.
My mother gave me too much love. I remember one afternoon in the fourth grade of primary school, when school was almost over, the weather suddenly changed face, the wind was blowing hard, the dark clouds rolled, and suddenly it rained cats and dogs. Because it rained so suddenly, I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to wait for the rain to stop at school before going home. I stood anxiously at the door of the classroom, waiting ... The rain didn't seem to stop at all, but it was getting bigger and bigger. I was a little disappointed. Suddenly, a familiar figure came to me. Ah, it's my mother. My mother's hair, clothes and pants are all wet, and I'm still breathing. I was so happy that I quickly hid in my mother's umbrella ... It was my mother who accompanied me home on such a bad rainy day.
However, not long after I got home, my mother felt a little dizzy. I touched my mother's forehead. Ah, it's too hot. I quickly called my father. When my father came back, I sent my mother to the hospital ... but I couldn't accompany my mother because I had homework to finish. Later, I heard from my father that my mother was still at work. As soon as it rains, she keeps coming to pick me up. My mother had a high fever for me and had intravenous drip for two days in a row. ...
Motherly love is simple and great. Isn't the love she gave me like a big umbrella in the rain? I spent thirteen comfortable and happy winters in Xia Chunqiu with shelter from the wind and rain.
Suddenly, I went to middle school. Just half a month ago, my mother touched me deeply again. After entering middle school, because the school requires students to arrive at school earlier than primary school students 1 hour, my mother starts to prepare breakfast for the next day after dinner every day, and makes breakfast for me in the dark early the next morning. It was a Monday morning, and my mother accidentally burned her hand while cooking. In the evening, two watery water bags appeared at the burn, but my mother prepared a hot delicious meal for me before school. I asked my mother lovingly, "Mom, does it hurt?" My mother smiled and comforted me and said, "It doesn't hurt at all. It doesn't matter. You just have to eat well and study hard. "
Ah! Mother's love is strong and deep. Her patience will be an inexhaustible asset in my life. I was deeply moved by my mother again-in the deepest part of my heart. ...
I remember Gorky once said that all the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. Yes, without the help of my mother's selfless love, how can a newly sprouted seedling grow into a towering tree?
Mom, you are a red candle, and I am a gloomy hut. You burn silently, releasing light to illuminate me. This song in my heart is sung again and again. Mom, the most beautiful title in the world. Mom, the person I admire most. It is my mother who has always accompanied me in my growth, study, life and progress ... thank you, mom! I love you, mom.
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I wish you progress in your studies and go up a storey still higher! (*^__^*)
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