Maternal love is great, so children who lack maternal love are people with incomplete souls. Without mother, our life would be meaningless. Then I'll tell you a true story. There used to be a high school girl whose mother was a cleaner. One day, after she came back from the exam, she handed the paper to her mother. Her mother saw the paper and said to her daughter, "Are you worthy of your mother?" "Was it my carelessness?" The daughter said. You know what, son? If mom is not careful, people won't give a penny! My daughter slammed the door and ran out of the house. Can it be so easy to fall for more than ten years? After the daughter left, the mother sent her family to look everywhere, but she still couldn't find it. At eight or nine o'clock in the evening, the little girl was walking alone in the street. At this time, the little girl was cold and hungry. Before she came to a restaurant, she saw hot noodles and shed tears. When the restaurant owner saw it, he brought a bowl of hot noodles to the little girl. The little girl wolfed it down, suddenly plopped down in front of the boss and said excitedly, "boss, you are my savior." Hearing this, the boss said, "Based on what you just said, I shouldn't even give you this bowl of noodles. You and I are strangers. You don't even know my last name. I only gave you a bowl of noodles, and you said I was better than * * *. Then * * mom raised you for more than ten years. Why not appreciate * * *? " The little girl suddenly realized after listening, stood up and ran home. When she got home, the little girl saw her mother faint in bed and knelt down for her mother. ......
We must cherish this maternal love and don't let it go in vain.
Motherly love is the topic of composition 2. When birds grow up, they always leave their warm nests and soar in the sky. When children grow up, they should travel without their mother's care. No matter how high a bird flies, it always flies under the blue sky; No matter where the child is, he can't leave his mother's heart. Mother built this warm and vast sky with love, and she always used her tolerance and kindness to help us solve problems silently.
Mother is the closest person to us. She knows how to love us and how to make us love others ... I don't understand her, but I feel that she never cares about me. She ordered me to do things I didn't like. So, I deliberately avoided her and didn't want to see her. I think this is "hate". I didn't know the weight of maternal love until that little story appeared ... The story tells that a man tried to abandon his mother in the mountains, and her mother broke a branch as a souvenir. The man thought it was her mother's way out for herself, but the branch was actually broken by her mother for her son, fearing that his son would get lost ... Yes, the mother cares about her children and us all the time. Motherly love is kind and selfless, only giving and not taking. Even if the children she worked so hard to raise don't understand her, the mother is still kind and has no regrets about her love. This is the greatness of maternal love.
Mother, mother, when I was born, I was greeted by your happy eyes; When I babble, I care about your maternal feelings; When I was a toddler, it was your loving hands that held me; When I understand things, I expect your infinite expectation ... I finally realize that mother's love is so subtle that people can't notice it. How much love did my mother pour into me? She keeps asking me to do things that I can't do, just to let me exercise more and let me know more. She has good intentions.
But I ... I really feel maternal love, that kind of rich and warm maternal love!
Motherly love is the topic of composition 3. Motherly love is like a star, countless. Motherly love is like a shining diamond, which is very precious; Motherly love is like a flower that has just bloomed, and it is extremely fragrant.
Mom is very busy. If it is Sunday, my mother always gets up early and then starts cleaning. When I get up, I will make breakfast for me, and then I will go shopping after breakfast ... In short, my mother's day is very busy.
Because I'm going to write Chinese calligraphy on Sunday, my mother always insists on sending me to write Chinese calligraphy every Sunday afternoon, whether it's windy or rainy or hot. Sometimes the calligraphy teacher will adjust the class temporarily, and sometimes on Saturday morning. Because my mother is going to work on Saturday, I have to take the opportunity to send me to teacher Zhang's house to write calligraphy, then work in the factory and pick me up when I'm finished.
I remember one day, my mother picked me up at Teacher Zhang's house, and it began to rain. Because my mother couldn't drive to Teacher Zhang's house, she had to stop at the intersection. So it's still a long way from teacher Zhang's door to the car. It rained heavily, and soon there was a lot of water on the road. Mom decided to go behind my back. I fell on my mother's back and her mother held me in one hand. Holding an umbrella in one hand. That's because my mother is afraid that my feet will get sick if I get wet. My mother's hair was wet when I got on the bus. She gasped and said to me, "What a heavy rain!" "I was moved to nod.
Motherly love gives us more than life. More importantly, the grace of parenting. That great love, I think I can't repay it all my life, and there is no return. There are many words to describe my mother, but I know the truth of "the crow feeds back" and "the lamb kneels down to milk", so I will study hard and repay my mother's warmth and care with excellent results.
There is a kind of love, selfless and great, which moves me, and that is maternal love.
When I was a child, maternal love was sugar. At that time, I was very weak and always caught a cold, so my mother cooked Chinese medicine for me. Every morning at 4 o'clock, my mother is always woken up by the alarm and then gets up to cook, so there is a strong smell of medicine at home. When I drink medicine, my mother always scoops up a spoonful of sugar and feeds it to my mouth after I finish it. Love is overflowing, just like soft sugar, which melts into my mouth quietly, turns into sugar water and moistens my heart. Traditional Chinese medicine, which feels bitter, is not very bitter. It seems to link me with my present maternal love. Motherly love is a spoonful of sugar. I am moved by the ups and downs.
When you grow up, maternal love is water. At that time, my voice was bad and always inflamed, so my mother bought me a big water cup. Give me a big bottle of water to go to school every day. There is warm water all day. Sometimes it's crystal sugar water, sometimes it's honey, sometimes it's lemonade. Water accompanied me for a spring, summer, autumn and winter, just like my mother accompanied me. Whenever I drink water, I can feel that kind of maternal love. Maternal love is like water, watering my growth. Every time I drink water, I always feel refreshed, and the hot summer sun seems to have disappeared. At that time, maternal love was water, full of expectation, which moved me.
Now, maternal love is the eyes. Now, I'm in junior high school, and my mother is getting busy and has no time to send me to school. I go to school by myself. However, before going out every day, my mother always tells me again and again, "Go slowly and leave early." She told me to slow down because she was worried about me. Because I want to go to school early and study quickly, I have to leave quickly. She lay on the windowsill and watched my back fade away until I left her sight. I always look back from time to time. This has never changed. There is concern for me, but also love and expectation for me. At this time, maternal love is a vision, and I was moved by that vision.
As I grow older, I know how to be grateful more and more. Happiness comes from a look, a smile and a reminder. Motherly love dribs and drabs, touched me, brought me motivation to learn, motivation to move forward.
Writing on Motherly Love 5 Seeing that 20 12 is coming to an end, let's take stock! What impressed me most was the London Olympics. Many athletes have touched people for a long time: Wodan Shah, the Saudi woman who started a new era on her debut; Patika, a Polish one-armed girl who won respect with spirit and strength; After the injury, she "jumped" all the way and won the applause of China flying man Liu Xiang ... But in my heart, Chusovitina, who has gone through the journey of six Olympic Games and continued to write the legend of maternal love, is the most beautiful flower blooming on the field.
Since 1992, Chusovitina has been an evergreen tree in the Olympic Games. Just as people sent blessings to her retirement at the age of 30, she had to choose to come back in order to raise medical expenses for her son suffering from leukemia. To sum up briefly, for the sake of her son, Chusovitina dare not get sick, get hurt or retire ... She is an excellent athlete on the field. Outside the court, she is a great mother. In the women's vault competition of London Olympic Games, Chusovitina won the fifth place without a medal, but she explained something more valuable than a gold medal with maternal love, that is, the power of love. I think: Chusovitina's persistence and energy from generate, a fraternity, can surpass any light.
When I saw Chusovitina walk off the court, I was so excited that tears welled up in my eyes that I couldn't help thinking of mothers all over the world. She had selfless and deep love for her children. In the past few days, the staff of Quanzhou "Love Mom" Association held an activity to raise medical expenses for a 4-year-old girl with leukemia in the rain. Many caring people came to donate money in the rain. I can't wait to take out all my pocket money and put it in the donation box. I think: although volunteers are not the mothers of sick children, they give as much love.
20 12 is about to leave, but fresh faces will be forever deposited in the long river of history, warming everyone's heart for a long time.
A comb can't comb the mother's mind, and a 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!
People often say: "Motherly love is the greatest!" Indeed, since I was sensible, I have seen my mother's love for me bit by bit and kept it in my heart. Once, as usual, I came home at eight o'clock sharp. That day, I took a quick bath and walked back to my room softly. I saw my mother packing my things. Seeing this, I stood silently behind the door and watched her kneeling on the bed, dragging the quilt with both hands and falling together in the air. Soon, the quilt was folded, and it was a standard tofu block. While secretly admiring my mother's craftsmanship, I saw her standing on tiptoe beside the bookshelf, her hands arranged in coordination, and she put down her arms from time to time and shook them a few times. Obviously, her arm is already very sore. Then my mother quickly packed up her stationery and went home. I promise that I have done this skillful movement more than once or twice. I'm sure my mother often helps me clean up like this, and my heart is like a needle. "oh! Mom, you don't have to work so hard. I can do these jobs myself! " I can't help crying. Mom, thank you! I am a dry stream, and you keep pouring water on me, thus merging into a real stream. I am a humble star. Under your light, I have become the most dazzling among countless stars through tempering and hard work. I am a helpless bird. With your help, I finally became an eagle soaring under the blue sky. I am a carefree and happy little fish in the river. Under your careful guidance, I finally found fault with Yue Longmen's mother. I have countless words of gratitude, and they all look pale and powerless in front of you. There are too many thanks to say. You will always be my guide and always give me care and love. Mother, let us, as children, say in unison, "Thank you for your concern all the time. You will always be our source and pillar! " "
My sight has been worried about a blue rain umbrella for a long time ... Blue makes Mingche like the sky. When I was a child, my mother always picked me up from school with a blue umbrella on rainy days. My head is blue and my whole body is covered in blue. What I can see is a blue and clear sky.
On rainy days, I looked up and talked to my mother, only to find that half the sky of my mother was gloomy and gloomy, and the wind fell into her gloomy sky with raindrops. Mom's shoulders are wet, and the hair on her forehead is wet. And I am still in the blue sky without rain.
"Mom, the umbrella is crooked." I warned you. "No, the umbrella is not crooked!" Mother answered softly. My eyes were fixed on the inclined umbrella handle. "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom stubbornly said, "No, really not ..."
Later, I grew up slowly and didn't want my mother to pick me up in rainy days. The blue umbrella faded year after year in the cupboard.
Another rainy day, and that blue umbrella. It's still me and my mother under the umbrella. The difference is that this time I am almost as tall as my mother.
My eyes naturally fell on the umbrella handle, and the scene was so familiar: my mother was shrouded in a blue and rainless sky. My shoulders are wet and my hair is wet.
"The umbrella is crooked." Mom reminded me. "No, it's not crooked." "It's true, the umbrella is crooked." Mom repeated. "Mom, the umbrella is really not crooked, no!" There was a long silence under the umbrella. Occasionally, I look back and catch a glimpse of crystal tears sliding across my mother's face and cheeks.
The faded umbrella reappears as clear as the sky.
I finally understand that for so many years, my mother has propped up a blue sky without rain for me, so should we also repay my mother with a blue sky without rain? As Meng Jiao said: But if you love too much, you'll get three spring flowers.
So, my eyes are on the blue sky, and I am the one who fights at night under the lights every night. ...
That blue, Ming Che is like the sky, which makes my eyes dare not move, never.
Motherly love is like a cup of fragrant tea, which brings us fragrance when we are hungry; Motherly love is like a bright street lamp, which points me in the direction when I am lost; Motherly love is like a fiery red sun. When it is cold, I bring warmth.
In the process of growing up, my mother gave me infinite "love" and "care", and there is one thing I will never forget. I have a high fever, my cheeks are red, and my whole body is as hot as fire ... When my mother saw it, she quickly found me a cold medicine to eat and asked anxiously, "What happened?" Is it better? " Looking at my mother's anxious eyes, I really hate being sick!
I feel groggy in bed. My mother asked me to eat. I don't want to eat. My mother asked, "What do you want to eat, son?" Mom will buy it for you! "I looked at the pouring rain outside the window and thought that my mother had caught a cold ... although I wanted to eat potato flour, I couldn't say it. Because the small shop selling potato flour is far from my home, I don't want my mother to run around in the heavy rain. My mother looked at me tenderly and kept asking, "Baby, what do you want to eat? Nothing. Go ahead. "Mom's expression makes me feel that even if I want the stars in the sky, she will try her best to pick them for me. Finally, I was a little embarrassed to say, "I-I want to eat potato flour." Although my voice is very low, my mother can hear me clearly. Without saying anything, she immediately put on her clothes, picked up her umbrella and rushed to buy me potato powder.
In a short time, my mother bought the potato powder back. I found that my mother's clothes were wet and tightly wrapped around me, and my mother's hair stuck to my forehead. My mother rushed to my bed without changing clothes and said, "Baby, eat while it's hot!" " It turns out that mom came back at a trot. I ate the potato flour that my mother bought me, and I couldn't help crying.
Motherly love is selfless and asks for nothing in return; Motherly love is ordinary, and she has nothing important; Motherly love is great. She works tirelessly for her children. Here, I want to say to my mother: "Mom, you have worked hard, thank you, and I will repay you with my good grades!" " "
Maternal love is the greatest love in the world. Motherly love is like a trickle, flowing in our hearts; When maternal love rains, lotus leaves carefully protect lotus flowers. ...
I still remember when I was a child, my mother dressed us and taught us to babble ... When we grew up in school, my mother didn't stop working hard, but she was more tired. Wash our clothes and cook for us every day ... When we are still working hard at night, my mother will always bring us a steaming cup of milk and accompany us silently.
I remember reading an article about maternal love: a pregnant woman whose building suddenly caught fire. Because the place was too narrow, the fire chief took a blanket and let the people on it fall to the ground. A man jumped down unscathed. But the woman pretended to be a diver and the blanket broke. The woman said to the captain before she died, "If the child is not dead, take it out." This story embodies maternal love. A mother can give up her life for her children regardless of everything. Isn't this the greatness of maternal love? "The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." Mother's love for us can't be described in words. In the cold winter, my mother dressed us in warm sweaters. She works hard all day and can't have a good rest at night, knitting sweaters for us. Every day, until the day when we put on sweaters, mom can have a good rest.
During this period, my mother worked hard and we didn't even say thank you. Is this all my mother should do? As the saying goes, "A child travels a thousand miles to worry about his mother, but a mother travels a thousand miles to be ungrateful." Doesn't this sentence reflect those unfilial children in today's society? Mother raised us with great pains. Is she rewarded with white eyes and unfilial children? Is this what she expected? Mother gave us life, gave us the opportunity to see this beautiful world and gave us all kinds of things. Shouldn't we be filial to our mother? Let's be a filial son and daughter from now on!
Motherly love, you are the greatest love in the world!
The composition on maternal love 1 1 mother is of course strong. In the process of our growth, she is an indomitable tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain; But mothers are also fragile. This fragile side of the mother is always well hidden. She never shows her vulnerability in front of her children, but quietly cries behind her back.
I have a mother who loves me very much, but she is an extremely strict mother, which may be related to her career. Who called her teacher? My mother's sternness made me feel bad at first, and I often picked on her!
From primary school to now, my study can only be regarded as average, which makes my mother hate iron not to produce, and she is also troubled, but it seems that learning is not my strong point! Learning is not ideal, my mother has been holding me, Chinese, math and English. It can be said that I am also busy all day. Especially in math, if I am a little lazy and careless, my mother will be furious and make me fidget all day. At that time, I was really annoyed and thought to myself, how could I have such a mother!
This struggle has been repeated in my house until one day, I woke up in my dream at night and heard my mother talking to a friend on the phone. My mother seemed to be crying on the phone, which is rare in my memory, so I pricked up my ears to listen to what my mother said. "I am so strict with him, and I hope he can be strict with himself in the future and have a good future. I also want him to be a self-reliant person! "
After listening to these words, I know I was wrong about my mother. I covered the quilt and two lines of tears ran down my eyes!
Mother's Day is coming, and the teacher suggested that we send our mother a homemade gift. I'm going to make a card for my mother.
The night before Mother's Day, where do I just want to put the card? So mom can tell at a glance? If I put it on the coffee table, I'm afraid it will be broken by my brother; Then put it in the cupboard. Mom can see it as soon as she opens the cupboard door after work. That's a good idea. So, I put the greeting card in the most conspicuous place in the cupboard so that my mother can see it at a glance. However, after a long time, mom hasn't come back yet. Something must have happened. I had to open the cupboard, take out the greeting card and put it on my bedside.
It's dawn Before I saw my mother get up, I quietly put the greeting card on my mother's pillow and went back to sleep. When my mother woke up, she just heard her say, "What is this?" I heard my mother's voice and immediately ran to her and said, "It's Sakad!" " My mother looked at me and said, "Is this a card?" I said, "No, it's just the packaging of the greeting card. Wonderful is yet to come! " "So, I helped my mother open the greeting card. When the greeting card was taken out, my mother was very moved and said to me, "Dear, this is your first Mother's Day gift to your mother when you grow up." I looked at my mother and smiled. I threw myself into her arms without saying anything. My mother stroked my head and looked at the greeting card quietly. Although it was just an ordinary greeting card, my mother looked at it for a long time before she gently put it in the box, just like a treasure.
Seeing my mother like this, I secretly made up my mind that I would give my mother a blessing every Mother's Day.
Writing on the topic of maternal love 13 vaguely remembers Zhou Mengdie's poem: "Who is the man with a mirror in his heart?" Who will live barefoot all his life? "It should be my mother. I have a mirror in my heart. I have seen through the changes of the world and still smiled without a word. It's like coming back from the Sanmao desert to see the universe and see how human feelings are changing. It also walks gracefully in the clouds like a forest, as if the changes of mountains and rivers have nothing to do with it.
This is a bit like my mother. My mother is isolated from the world and is an extremely ordinary person. But sometimes, my mother shows a wonderful night sky. Being by her side is like standing by the window when the moon is white and the wind is clear and the stars are like day. It is very quiet and reassuring.
I am very grateful to my mother. Although we seldom calm down and talk to each other, and she won't tell me those big words, my mother has a great influence on me. I used to like painting, but my family didn't support it. My mother stood up and said, "She can draw if she wants. How could you have no hobbies when you were a child? " In this way, I began my painting career. My mother also talked to me. She said that since she had chosen this road, she would stick to it. After that, I thought about giving up, but every time I thought about her words, I persisted.
After that, I also encountered many setbacks. After countless falls and failures, my mother has been encouraging me, so I stood up and moved on countless times. Since I chose the distance, I only care about hardships. And I am fearless on the way forward, because I know that there is the most solid thick shield behind me-mother.
Motherly love is an oasis in a deserted desert. When you are lonely and depressed, a glance is full of brilliance. Motherly love is the North Star at night. We once ignored its existence. When we look up slightly without knowing the direction, it will guide us to take firm steps. Motherly love is a harbor in the voyage. When we encounter a storm or hit the rocks, there are no big winds and waves here. We can stay here for a while, mend the wound, prepare supplies and prepare for the next voyage.
Writing on the topic of maternal love 14 put down the pen in my hand, and the smell of the book made me breathless. Turn around and take a cup, sprinkle some chrysanthemums and slowly pour in boiling water. A refreshing smell poured into the nasal cavity, making people feel unspeakable.
Cover the cup and stuffy for a while. Open it again, it's already fragrant.
I came to the window with a cup in my hand, and there was a bright moon hanging in the bright night sky. Look at the tea in your hand, the flowers are spinning and jumping in the whirlpool of water. Yellow petals dance to me one by one. Like a happy little angel, dancing heartily in the cup, forgetting to dance that beautiful dance. I took a sip of tea gently, with a little sweetness in bitterness. After swallowing, my mouth is very fragrant and my face can't help but show a blush.
The heat and the fragrance blend together and swirl around me. I closed my eyes until I finished my last sip. The tea in the cup is no longer fresh, and the dance has stopped. They used their most precious lives to complete this beautiful dance.
Somehow, I remembered my mother, who was no longer young, and suddenly I felt like crying. Because I closed my eyes, I didn't leave any tears.
Think about it, doesn't mom just like this kind of chrysanthemum tea? It dedicated its precious life to us. Care for us with a warm heart and let us grow up safely and happily; Use those hands that are no longer delicate to help us when we fall; With warm arms, give us the most sincere encouragement ... ah! Mom, you have completed the mission of raising us with your youth. Have we thought about you? Looking at your face that is no longer young, the traces of years have already grown, and the black hair is mixed with wisps of silver. ...
Put down the cup, so I clenched my pen again.
Who is the dearest person in the world? Who is the best person for you? Who rushed to your side at the first time when you were in the most difficult time? Who will accompany you when you are most lonely and in need of help, and help you tide over the difficulties ..... Is it a friend? No, it isn't; Is it a neighbor? No, it isn't; Are you classmates? No, it's not. Who's that? Yes, your mother gave birth to you and raised you.
She gets up before dawn every day to prepare breakfast for you and tells you to go to school ... Now that you have grown up, she could have left you alone, but as always, she prepares breakfast for you and lets you go to school ... You criticize your mother's cooking every day, and it's not the time for me to sleep. When you make a mistake, your mother gives you a reason, but you still refute it as if you should. But do you know how sad your mother is when you say these words? Do you know how hard mom works every day?
In a blink of an eye, you have grown into a young man and your mother is old. In retrospect, do you think it should be for your mother? Now that I am independent, I gradually realize my mother's hard work. Should you use your love to help her, give her warmth, make her feel that her son has no fear when he grows up, and make her feel safe?
The closest person in the world is your mother, and the best person for you is your mother. She rushes to your side at the first time when you are in the most difficult time, accompanies you when you are most lonely and in need of help, and helps you tide over the difficulties ... Just like Jacky's "Only mother is good in the world", mother is the greatest.