An essay on maternal love

Motherly love is water, which washes the soul; Motherly love is a mountain, a mountain for you to rely on; Maternal love is the wind, blowing away the wind of disappointment; Motherly love is thunder, which affects life.

water

As the saying goes, women are made of water, so I say mom is a water god. Mother loves to cry, and her tears are endless like spring rain. When watching TV, my mother is often moved to cry; When telling horror stories, my mother sometimes cries; However, when I do something wrong, my mother likes crying best. I am very naughty and always like to do wrong things. Once, I quarreled with my grandmother, which made her angry and said to her mother, "Look, this is the good son you taught." At night, when everyone else was asleep, my mother came to my room, woke me up and told me a lot of reasons, but I was still a little impatient. My mother cried like a bead curtain, and I was anxious. Seeing my mother's appearance, I immediately got up and ran to grandma's room to apologize. My grandmother smiled and pointed behind her back. After that, I saw my mother snickering at the door.

Motherly love is like water, which washes away my wrong psychology.

wind

The wind in spring turns the willow branches green, the wind in summer dispels the heat, the wind in autumn turns the rice yellow, the wind in winter turns the earth white, and the wind of maternal love awakens my soul.

Examination is the display of each student's labor achievements, and the quality of the results directly affects the students' mood. After the final exam, that is, the day my report card arrived home, I was disappointed. My English score is only 78. After reading the report card, I lay in bed without saying a word, looking at the ceiling ... I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the door opened and my mother came in, sat next to me and looked at me. Suddenly, my mother shouted at me angrily, "What are you doing in bed?" You didn't do well in the exam because you didn't study hard. Who can blame this ... "When my mother finished, I cried sadly.

Tired of crying, I dried my tears and looked at my kind mother. My mother saw that my heart calmed down and returned to its original appearance. She said to me affectionately, "The exam results are important, but your subjective efforts are more important. As long as you work hard, there will be no' regret' in life ... "My eyes shine, my spirit is great, and my confidence is back.

Motherly love, like the wind, blows away my bad mood and makes me refreshed.

Motherly love is not just water and wind ... it is the greatest power in the world. Meng Mu, Nu Wa and other good mothers of human beings enlighten us that there is another kind of wealth in the world-maternal love. Respondents: 4274205 | Level 2 | 201-4-24 20:16.

Motherly love is a lamp that shines on me and a long river. Encouraged me. Respondents: Enthusiastic users | 2011-4-2517: 56

Tell you an ending:

Motherly love is pure, it is the seed of the soul; Maternal love is beautiful, it is sweet in 10 thousand cans of honey; Maternal love is warm, it is the brightest of all the golden lights; Motherly love is multifaceted, it inspires you all the time; Ask what maternal love is in the world, only parents know. Motherly love is dandelion, and the seeds of this dandelion are scattered in every corner of the world. Mom, I love you forever. Your body holds up the whole blue sky of my life. Thank you, my mother! Interviewee: luminosity | level 1 | 2011-4-2814: 27.

Unforgettable fire

Fire, with beautiful colors, is also frightening. But in the face of the fire, my mother is not afraid.

One morning, I woke up to find that the door of my house and the wall of the corridor were all black, and the air was filled with a faint smell of coke. I was shocked to see this scene. Later, I learned what happened last night through my neighbors and my mother.

Last night, the switch on the first floor suddenly stopped and struck a light. Soon, the fire broke out. The fire burned wantonly and smoke billowed. Here comes the fire truck. Knock on the door to evacuate the crowd. At this time, my mother woke up, too. When he found out that there was a fire outside, his first reaction was to wake me up while I was sleeping. But because I just finished dancing class and was very tired, I slept like a log. No matter how my mother screams and pushes, she just can't wake me up. My mother wants to run with me, but I am too heavy, which is far beyond my mother's ability. So, my mother made up her mind to stop running and stayed with me. Mother soaked two towels, covering my nose and mouth and herself. My mother held me like this, without thinking that I was waiting for the arrival of life. Fortunately, the firemen put out the fire at the critical moment, and my mother and I were saved!

Mother described the composition lightly, as if she didn't take the fire at night seriously at all. But at this moment, I can't listen anymore, and tears blur my vision.

In a flash, I felt a warm feeling flowing in my heart. What power can keep mother from shrinking in the face of blazing fire? What power can make my mother face the danger of death and accompany me to face the fire? I think this may be maternal love. Simple but tearful. There is a saying that blood is thicker than water, which is true after all. The power of maternal love is great, that is, the mother is brave in the face of fire. Actually, my mother can put me down and run for her life alone. But she didn't. In do or die, let my mother hold me and give me strength. Escape is human instinct, but we can only give in before selfless maternal love. Motherly love is a kind of strength, a kind of belief and a kind of responsibility. It is true that "only mothers are good in the world". When you are injured or in danger, mother will open her arms, give you strength and give you warmth. Respondents: Enthusiastic users | 2011-4-3018: 27

Feel maternal love

Motherly love is the wind of spring. She brushed it lightly and the earth turned green. Motherly love is a cloud in the sky. Always let the scorching sun pass through her body first, so as to bring peace to the earth. This is the mother, for the sake of children, never have any regrets.

March 8, 20 10, a special day. Because today is a festival to feed our mothers hard. In order to let us realize the hardship of mother's "pregnancy in October, one delivery", Teacher Han asked us to take an egg to school. This egg is not an ordinary egg, but our own. Teacher Han asked us to write our names on the eggs and hold ourselves in our hands. How can I protect myself like my mother?

In order to protect myself, I racked my brains and came up with a good idea. I found my mother's cosmetic bag and wrapped myself in layers of toilet paper. "I" was lying in a soft protective film, so comfortable! But I was still worried and wrapped a handkerchief outside. Only then did I put "I" in my bag and found a beautiful ribbon, so that I could hang it around my neck to ensure that "the baby" would not leave my body.

The next morning, I hung myself around my neck, covered my hands and set off. Sitting on an electric car, I am afraid that I will be damaged by bumps all the way. While I was careful, my mother suddenly braked, and I was scared out of my mind. Fortunately, I have a thick protective layer, otherwise I will really go to heaven, I am already very close.

When I came to school, the group was on duty today, and "myself" was dangling on my chest, which was too uncomfortable and hindered my work. It took me fifteen minutes to finish the work in ten minutes. I walked into the classroom and saw my classmates chasing after me. I also ran two steps. No, I have to protect myself. "class!" "Stand up!" It doesn't matter if I stand together. I jumped to my feet, and my "self" on my chest almost touched the corner of the table. I stuck out my tongue and said, "Zilin, Zilin, I almost sent you to the west irresponsibly. I'm sorry! I will protect you more carefully. Hey, how hard my mother protects me! " In one class, I sat in my seat honestly and didn't dare to make any small moves. Well, it's not easy to be a mother. I've only been here all morning, and I'm exhausted ...

In this way, I take "myself" with me every day. After nine days, Teacher Han didn't mean to cancel the activity. Look at the "ego" in the students' hands. Many lives have already passed away.

At noon, after the music class, Teacher Han solemnly announced: "Tomorrow, throw eggs at high altitude to see who can be born smoothly?"

I know that throwing eggs tomorrow is the gate of hell. If a little "I" falls from the fourth floor, there is no reason not to break it. I don't want to be good at chess, so I feel sorry for the last level. In the evening, my parents and I experimented repeatedly, and I finally found a way to be born successfully.

The next afternoon, the third class, throwing eggs at high altitude officially began. Xu teacher is upstairs with us, and the other students are watching the battle downstairs. My heart is pounding, and the three students who compete with me have their own unique skills. I stabilized and took my parachute out of the window. The umbrella is supported by two keels, a paper cup is tied to a long rope, and I crouch firmly inside. "One, two, three, throw …" xu teacher commanded, and the four of us spread our hands at the same time. My parachute touched the wind and landed slowly. A gust of wind blew, and the parachute fell from the sky like a white cloud with the word "Zhi" written on it. What a beautiful gesture. I was born smoothly!

Look at the students. Everyone has put forward some good ideas. Wang actually hung the egg downstairs with a long rope. Prince Tao Tao ... cheers from the students came from time to time downstairs.

Although the activity is over, our action has been going on. This time, it's not just about protecting eggs, but going home to help my mother do housework and backing out ... because we know the pain of "having a baby in October and giving birth once" and we know that it's not easy for my mother to raise for ten years. Mom, you have worked hard! I will never forget your kindness in raising us!

But how much love an inch of long grass has, and it will be rewarded with three spring rays! Interviewee: ldlaodie | Level 1 | 201-5-2 20: 05

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 common 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.