How to write 350 words for one thing "maternal love"

Love is an indispensable thing in life, including the love of elders, teachers and classmates ... Today I want to talk about my mother's love.

It rained in Mao Mao after school on Wednesday. I have to put my schoolbag on my head. When I walked to the shop at the crossroads, the rain suddenly poured down, and I quickly hid in the shop. I thought: this is terrible. I didn't bring my umbrella. I promised to go home by myself today. Mom and Dad must still be working in the factory. Nobody came to pick me up. What should I do? If it doesn't stop raining, I won't have time to do my homework! Just when I was worried, a figure in the distance came up to me. "ah! How can it be mom? Doesn't she work in a factory? How can you pick me up here? " My eyes are as big as Columbus' discovery of the New World. After a while, my mother came to me and kept asking me, "Did you get caught in the rain?" ? Have you been caught in the rain ... "I saw my mother take off her coat and wrap it around me.

When I got home, I found my mother's body and head soaked. Because my mother has been holding an umbrella by my side all the way, but not much. I can't help shedding two lines of tears at this moment. I only heard my mother say, "There is food in the kitchen. Please help yourself. Does my mother have to go to work? " I said, "leave me alone, I'll do it myself." You still go to work! " "But I thought to myself: Mom, you are all wet. Change clothes if you can, or you will get sick. But I know my mother doesn't have that much time. She spends all her time with me.

Mom, I recorded your kindness and love for me. I will study hard in the future and repay your love for me with excellent results. Don't worry. My mother loves me like all the mothers in the world. But maternal love is different from that of other mothers. She can not only knit sweaters and cook for me like ordinary city mothers, but also do the unique skill of rural mothers: design and sew clothes and shoes for me by herself. You can also give me strict training like all military wives, which gives me a resolute style. My mother can also teach me Chinese, math and English like all teachers and mothers. She is my head tutor. My mother pays great attention to my educational methods. When I was a child, I especially liked snacks, especially jelly pudding. I couldn't get around it, so my mother told me a story: "In a suburb, there is a pudding workshop, 15 vat, which contains starch paste. It seems that it has been left for half a month, and the dye vat is full of white hair, red hair and green hair. Flies flock to feed in the tank; Mosquitoes are singing and dancing on the vat. Sewage is flowing on the ground, and workers who haven't washed their hands for a long time are putting paint into the tank. The brightly colored pudding will be ready soon, and my greedy cat will eat it in her mouth ... "I quickly asked," Really? Is it true?/You don't say. Every time I pick up the pudding, I will think of the story told by my mother, and I will not have the bad habit of eating snacks. During the final exam, I told my mother with a heavy heart which question I did wrong. I was very sad. Mom will simply say, "If you don't say anything when it's done, don't give any more comments. Let bygones be bygones." Then he touched my head and said, "I'm thinking about the next class." "Now that I have grown up, my mother no longer takes good care of me. On the contrary, I walk in the street as my mother's bodyguard and porter. Whenever this time, she looks at me with trust and pride. I know she is training me to be a man with great love. Some people say that my mother's love is like mountains and seas, but I think my mother's love moistens my heart like a trickle of water, which makes me feel extremely happy.

I remember once, my good friend was hospitalized with a cold and fever. As for me, I was infected, too. I was fine in class during the day and suddenly had a high fever at night. I took my temperature and burned it to 40 degrees. My mother quickly put a wet towel on my forehead and gave me antipyretic medicine, which made me drink a lot of water. I fell asleep in a daze. I feel like taking medicine for a while, drinking water for a while, applying a cold towel to my forehead for a while ... and finally sleeping till dawn. When I opened my eyes, my mother was still sitting next to me. Her eyes were red. When she saw me awake, she took my temperature again-38.5℃. Mom said to dad, "No, we have to go to the hospital." In the hospital, the doctor diagnosed tonsil suppuration and had to be infused. My mother kept going to get the medicine, then sent me home and asked the nurse to give me an injection. After I lost my blood, my mother went to cook and feed me bite by bite. By afternoon, I was much better. At this time, my mother breathed a long sigh of relief.

Under the careful care of my mother, my illness soon recovered. Looking at my mother's tired appearance, I want to say to her, "Mom, you have worked hard!" " No matter when and where, I will never forget your love for me. "