A 300-word essay on loving Zhou Zhi’s hometown

Mother's love is the first love in the world. Maternal love is a piece of clothing for you in the cold; maternal love is a word of encouragement for you to overcome difficulties; maternal love is a severe criticism; maternal love is an umbrella in the rain; maternal love is to take care of you when you are sick. A bowl of hot noodles...

My mother participates in the Beijing Vocational Skills Competition every year and wins every time. Before every competition, she had to memorize a thick book, and it was always in the evening after finishing housework and helping me review. One time I got up late at night to go to the bathroom and found that the light in my mother's house was still on. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock on the wall, which read 12 o'clock. I gently opened my mother's door and saw my mother sitting under the table studying. My mother heard my footsteps, put down the book in her hand, took off her glasses, and looked at me. "Mom, why aren't you sleeping yet? It's already twelve o'clock." "Really? Got it, good son, you should go back to bed quickly. You still have school tomorrow." After dinner the next day, I was confused. I asked my mother: "Mom, why are you still participating in the competition at such an old age?" My mother touched my head and said: "Son, this is of my own free will. Have you never heard of this saying? There is no end to learning. "You have to learn when you are old." Mom paused and said earnestly: "Learning is hard work, just like climbing a mountain. There will be big rocks and thorns on the road. When you overcome these difficulties and climb, When you reach the top of the mountain, you will gain success and happiness. "My mother's words made me think a lot. I seemed to understand my mother's good intentions. She did not educate me with nagging words, but with practicality. Actions infect me, hoping that I will become a proactive and diligent person. Mom, I understand your good intentions, and I will work hard to do what you expect.

Mother's love is the beacon that guides the way forward. Mother's love is the sunshine in winter, which warms the heart of a child. Maternal love is a dedicated guardian, protecting young lives. Mother's love is the drizzle of spring, nourishing the dry land. I love my mother.