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The most sincere maternal love, the most selfless maternal love, the greatest maternal love and the most eternal maternal love in the world. After that, I have a deeper understanding of maternal love. ...

Snowflakes were floating in the sky that day. I took my umbrella home, and accidentally, it fell into the mud and got dirty. When I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to wash. But on such a cold day, how cold it should be to get into the water! So I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door.

At night, I was about to go to bed when I suddenly heard the sound of "brushing"

A rhythmic sound is going on. I crept into the bathroom, opened the door and looked inside. My mother was brushing mulberries, and I saw her bow her head with a scrubber in one hand. The scrubber was covered with black mud, and black foam floated on her hand. Hold the umbrella in harmony with the other hand, and the umbrella is tilted in the basin. The water in the basin has almost turned into sewage, but my mother is still brushing it carefully. Her hands wiped the mud on the umbrella and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time. She has a painful expression on her face. Sweat oozed from her forehead. She frowned and brushed meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly smoothed out. Mother gradually showed a gratified smile, and her locked eyebrows relaxed again.

Suddenly, my mother pulled back her blushing hand with lightning speed, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. There are several blood stains on the hands, so many calluses! My mother choked back the pain, gasped, as if it could relieve the pain, and reached into the biting cold water ... I pursed my lips and couldn't believe it. Mother's hand retracted and extended again and again. How much pain she has suffered! Finally, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella, and several elegant and pure lilies appeared on the white umbrella surface, but can this lily compare with my mother's love for me? Can't! No matter how elegant and pure the lily is, how can it compare with the sincerity and touching of maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes are moist, and I don't know why, my heart is always uneasy. ...

At this time, my mother stood up and leaned against the wall, but I couldn't move against the wall. I wiped my tears, hurriedly pushed open the door, hugged my mother, but accidentally touched her hand. Oh, my God! Is this still mom's soft, delicate and warm hand? I choked up and said, "Mom, your hand ..." My mother was taken aback and then smiled and said, "Son, why are you awake? I'm really sorry. I just want to pour water, it's not in the way. Oh, hands ... hands are very good ... you go to sleep quickly! " "What should I do? I soiled my umbrella, but you brushed it. How can your hand be okay? ..... go back to your room and sleep. I will help you. " I fought back my tears and helped my mother to bed. Turning around, I saw my mother's gratified smile from the corner of my eye ... I picked up the washbasin and suddenly understood why my mother always pressed her waist against the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes-it turned out that my mother's back pain was back again. ...

Mom, you let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vast sea, I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; Maternal love is a vast sky, and I am a cloud floating on the edge of the sky; If maternal love is warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love given to me by sunshine.

In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, just as true and beautiful. ...

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I love my mother and her nagging, because with her nagging, I can get rid of some bad habits. I love my mother and her carefulness.

I can't make mistakes because of her concern. I love my mother. I love everything about her.

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My mother and I were very happy that Mother's Day, and our feelings deepened. That mother's day was really meaningful!

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Motherly love is a key to open the door of knowledge, a bright lamp on the ship at night, a ballad echoing in the night sky, and a clear spring in our hearts.

Mother's love for us, like a dazzling sun, always shines with incomparable light. I love you, Mom!

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Motherly love, it can turn into a lamp that will never go out when I am dark; Maternal love, it can also show me the way when I am at a loss ... In short, maternal love is great.

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Motherly love is an old wine, a book that can never be read, and an eternal theme of life. Mom, you are my sky. It is you who hold up my blue sky with your hands. I want to say: I wouldn't be standing here today without your body to shelter me from the wind and rain. Mom, you are happy, I am happy, and it is worthwhile to pay more for you. When you are old, I will be your support, and you will hold up a blue sky. Mom, I love you!

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Mother's Day, this is not just a holiday. It evokes the return of grass to the earth, flowers to the rain and dew, and we to our mother. So please stop what you are doing and kiss your mother on the cheek. I think each of us has never seen God, but without exception, we all have angels sent by God-loving mothers.

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Mom! You are a diary that can never be written, a poem that can never be sung, a flame that can never be extinguished, and the creator of human soul. Mom, happy holidays!

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In other words, there is no shortage of love and happiness around us. What is lacking is an eye for love and happiness, and what is lacking is a grateful heart.